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continued from (x) @chestofhorrors {BEN // ALLISON}
She winced as her brother snapped, laying her hand on the doorway as she looked around. Maybe trying to make light of things had been the wrong approach. But there was so much darkness around him, all the time. And Klaus seemed to be able to make him laugh just fine. “Don’t worry about it... I just wanted to see if you needed any help uh...cleaning up?”
Slurred Words
“If we’d ever gone to high school, Ben would have been the jock,” Allison says with a semi-serious nod. There’s a long pause and then she puts her wine glass back down on her coffee table, reaching up from her spot on the floor when all she gets are snickers and a ‘sure, Jan’, eyebrow from her two brothers.
“No, wait, stop being an ass and hear me out.” But she’s snickering at the sentence now too, covering her mouth with her hand. “He was friends with everyone. And he was the only one we never had anything bad to say about. He’d be so popular, without even trying. It would just be a given. Okay, okay, wait, no. No, no. He’d be the jock with a secret wish to be in the drama club.”
A long pause again, more poorly hidden laughter from her audience. She gasps, sitting bolt upright. Her head is spinning. But she can’t let this tragedy stand.
“Have you never seen High School Musical?”
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who is allison's favorite brother and why is it ben? ;3
“I thought that was going to stay our secret. Way to call me out. Now I’m going to have to deal with a week’s worth of whining from everyone.”
In all seriousness though, she often thought that Ben really was the only sensible person in the Academy, other than Mom and Pogo. All of their other siblings fought, and often. Perhaps except for Vanya, but she was always so quiet and in the background she probably wouldn’t have been able to start one if she tried. Ben was the only one who never seemed to provoke anyone just because he could and when Allison was tired of listening to the fighting, Ben was the one she could always go to to simply relax. Ben was her calm in the storm. She didn’t have to pretend with him, put on any fake form of confidence she wore out in public or around the Academy when their dad was about or when their other siblings came to ask her about something- she seemingly had all the answers to everything, after all. But Ben knew the only thing she did have was the ability to pay attention to the world around her. So she never pretended with him.
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continued from (x) | because kiddos @lovecraftianboy
“I wouldn’t be able to sleep in that,” Allison said plainly. “It’s ice cold.” She put her empty glass on the edge of the sink and looked back at him, frowning a little. “And do you usually take baths in your underwear? I mean, I’m personally glad I didn’t walk in on anything risque, but that seems a little odd.”
Hello Princess - from Ben
Shrieks echoed off the library walls. It was a sound that was disapproved of by their father but he wasn’t there and Ben had caught her off guard so shriek she would, even if they devolved into a fit of giggles.
“Put me down Ben, I swear to god!”
She pounded on his shoulder once but her fist landed weakly and without purpose. She blinked, trying to make sure that the water in her eyes wouldn’t mess up her mascara but try as she might she was sure it had run anyway.
Frowning a little she reached up to flick Ben’s nose before looking up at the shelves. “Hey, while you’re at it, think you can give me a boost? I want to see what’s up on the top shelf.”
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RUFFLE
The problem with them sharing the great big library armchair was that all of a sudden they were the same height. And Allison had been so engrossed in the book that they were reading, determined to make sure he didn’t finish the page before she did that she didn’t feel his hand coming down on her head. She made a move to smack it away, her fingers wavering in the air before she dropped them with a little sigh of surrender.
“I guess I’ll pretend to be fine with that, just this once. But don’t think you can make it a regular thing. You start doing it and then everyone’s going to follow suit and then we’re going to have a problem,” she said as she leaned against his shoulder again, attempting to comb through the now frizzy parts of her hair with her fingers. “Now come on, hurry up. I want to turn the page before tomorrow.”
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“Wait, I’m a wreck.”
“Yeah. Yeah you are.”
She gave his red drenched figure a once over, a twice over and then a reassuring smile. Or an attempt at one, at the least. “I am too though.”
In comparison it was hardly much of anything, a blood stain on the side of her uniform or a scrape underneath her knee sock. But she didn’t think that pointing out the difference would do him much good. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up before we give mom a heart attack.”
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Slurred Words - Ben
“You were always the best of us.”
The words come out in a teary laugh, which later Allison would blame on the fact it was her first dip into alcohol. It was all their first dip into alcohol. All but one. An amber bottle of scotch lay on its side in the middle of the circle they’d made on a little outcropping of balcony by the window of one of the empty bedrooms of the Academy. There weren’t any cameras there. They could get good and drunk in peace.
“I don’t know how someone could be the big brother and the little brother all at the same time- and I know we’re all the same age Diego, that’s not the point- but…you understand me don’t you? Like… you’d want to give him a hug but you’d also want him to give you a hug at the same time. He gave really good hugs.”
She picks up the bottle in the circle, unscrews the cap and looks at it, swallowing on air. She puts down the bottle again, pushing it away from her with a small frown of disgust. “I hate scotch. Do you think he would have hated scotch? I think he probably would have. He had no taste for anything that wasn’t sweet because he was sweet. We had a gummy bear for a brother.”
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