#flashfanged

[enchaentingly]

who: @flashfanged . ♡ where: The Supernatural Conclave and Gala .

        buried deep with her anxieties, allie thinks maybe the only reason she really wants to come to the gala is so that she can see madi. the reason they’re not there, getting ready with them is a lomizde thing that mila’s explained to her so nicely and she had listened intently, she had understood but now it had just … lost its stickiness, she can’t remember and it’s combed away with the rest of the confusion about why madi wasn’t with the two of them- with mila. what she does know is that it’s a family thing, and that, she understands enough not to ask any more about it.

        the tenderest truth of them all is that she just misses madi, so there’s a bright bundle of happiness that she gets to see them at all, forgetting the rest of the awful bits she’s made out of nowhere. allie knows everything will be just fine, so long as they’re together. and she gets to have the lovely surprise of seeing what they’d picked out. a magnetic silver glint catches big blue eyes and allie finds them in a flurry of petals and butterfly wings.

        she hugs them with an excited squeal, first, throwing her arms around their shoulders in a squeeze that pushes every bit of affection out with the embrace. when her arms loosen, she only pulls back slightly, giddy and about to start spilling from that heart of hers. but allie never makes it back down to her toes, her hands still tangled at the back of madi’s next as she notices the copper of her hair only reaching their shoulders, instead of spilling down their back. allie cards her fingers through the strands, in awe, not mourning.  “ your hair … ”  then, along the shining, sparkling silver cast across their shoulder.  “ ooh, and you have wings. ”  finally, those delicate fingers brush against the side of their face as allie beams.  “ you’re, like, glowing, madi. ”

[enchaentingly]

who: @flashfanged . ♡ where: Port Eerie Halloween Rave .

        at first, allie thinks she might be the disco ball. spinning ‘round and ‘round and ‘round and shining, bouncing off all the reflections of the monstrous revelers that surrounded her. and none of that’s a bad thing- but she’s starting to think maybe she’s only stuck inside the mirrors, and can’t see anything else. the rave whirls by in streaks of color and faces, and allie’s dizzy, but she’s finally- finally done hurting. she breezes past dancers, spending her moments between and with other party-goers. it’s true that she’s terrified of the water, but she really ought to come down here more often, if it’s always this fun. she’s having so much fun spinning and touching and being caught between lights against the darkness that leave burning kisses on her eyelids that she can’t even smell wherever laps up at the docks. 

        though, really, she’s definitely high enough to fall in if she gets too close. instead, allie sidles up against people. this is the best. she doesn’t know what time it is- but as long as it’s halloween, who really cares? if this was a witch rave, the time really wouldn’t matter. and the fun doesn’t stop when allie walks right into someone else’s chest, but it does recenter her world, a little bit.

        and … allie’s not sure that it’s all because of the drugs. she doesn’t topple over, though, at this point in the night, she’s always kind of doing that. but whoever she runs into sends shadows dancing over the corners of allie’s vision, and a dark kind of magic tickles her fingertips where they rest against the stranger’s abdomen. but the mystery of them guides her curiosity. they’re wearing a mask, with a flash of red hair draping over their shoulders. even wide-eyed, their face shadows over, hidden from her view- or perception. either way, allie smiles, completely gone.

        “ hey, you smell, like, really good. ”  allie slings her arms over their shoulders, reaching.  “ wanna’ take me home? ”

[enchaentingly]

who: @flashfanged . ♡ where: 205 Drive-In .

       as usually, she’s peppy at the rare hour of sighting of the witch at the diner. wandering around a party, sure. what keeps her isn’t typical shift scheduling, but her adamency to keep the oasis of catmint cottage just a little longer, and with it the price of rent, as well as her eagerness to cover a fellow coworker in need. she’d just never done the graveyard shift before, there’s nothing spooky about it. the only thing that turns her stomach is the anxious way she watches people, with that brewing, excitable puppy nature that says:  “ i can help! pick me! ”  some of them look at her the same, grumpy way, but some of them seem to need the kindness, the sunshine. so of course she can’t stop. it’s also kinda’ lonely, not so many people are working. at least the chef is nice, he says he’s keeping an eye on her because she’s floaty, like a bumblebee. allie likes floating.

       madi’s arrival is like a burst of fireworks, the clock ticking midnight as allie skips over to them, the squeal halfway out of her mouth as she leaps into their arms.  “ oh my gosh, what are you doing here?! ”  allie squeezes them in a leap/hug with her eyes similarly pressed shut.

[enchaentingly]

who: @flashfanged, @nivokova ♡ where: High Hopes . / when: Day One, Hurricane Jac .

         by the time madi’s finished locking up the basement, with the three of them safe inside, allie’s hair is half dry. she tries to think of it as safe, not trapped. as warm, even without the feeling of the sun streaming in. it’s true, they’re all safe. madi, and mila, and her, safe from sharp winds and relentless waves, something as impossible to escape as a drowning girl encased in a brick well. the sound of the storm is the worst, mostly muffled above ground, and harder to imagine now that she can’t see it. fuzzy like a dream, or maybe a nightmare. anyways, they’re safe, and they’ll all be okay. she pretends the basement is a greenhouse, and nestles up close to a fig tree in its pot, tucked into the corner of the lounge.

          the floor isn’t the warmest thing, but it is familiar, a touch grounding. better this than the hurricane outside, terrifying and rampant. allie’s curled up small, petting the leaves of the fig absentmindedly, and big blue eyes flutter back to find mila, then madi.  “ do you think edibles will actually, like, work as food? i feel like it counts if i believe. ”

[devilsvenom]

@flashfanged where: High Hopes

She walked through the front door, straight behind the counter and into the back where she knew she would find Madison. The hunter didn't stop to speak to anyone, didn't wait for an unneeded invitation, her mind set on her destination only. "I don't think I ever collected my last check. Can you look?" a beat, "Please." Annalise added, knowing full well that Madison had every right to fire her when she did. She had missed countless shifts, and even though she had always been reliable before that, it was enough to get anyone fired. Of course, she had good reason but she never divulged that to Madison and she doubted it would have made much of a difference. Everyone in this town had their own shit going on and still managed to live their life and handle their responsibilities. Annalise couldn't, and unfortunately it was what it was.

[lstbcys]

@flashfanged

It occurred to him, as his last days at Satin Cabaret approached, that he hadn't seen Madison in a while. Malcolm knew that it was a place she used to visit often, so much so that he would almost look forward to her walking through the doors - a friendly face in a sea of assholes. She was one of the few patrons that he wished to actually tell about his moving onto something else, and more so than that he certainly wanted to check in on her. He'd heard talks of her owning a place called High Hopes, so after sunset he set out to find the place and hopefully, Madison. After arriving and asking to speak to the owner, he almost breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar redhead walked out from the back. "Madison." He greeted, a barely there smile on his lips as he looked over her. "I thought it high time I check in on you - no pun intended. I realised it had been a long time since I'd seen you at Satin. Are you doing okay?"

[enchaentingly]

❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜

200 random dialouge prompts, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        she’s so happy, it’s seeping from her skin. she glows under the light of the sun, the blackout curtains of the apartment pushed back enough to let it shine down on the bed that allie’s sprawled upon. she’s so happy that she can be happy on her own, the kisses from last night, and this morning pressed into her freckles by madi, so she doesn’t ache with loneliness as they shut themselves in with their computers and video games that allie’s really bad at. it make her love to watch them do it even more. but with spring coming, allie needs time to grow. she twirls her fingers in the rays streaming in, her cheeks pinch with an unwavering smile. she feels warm, and loved, and held, and kept, and she knows all this without even having to see it. the memories are enough, and she’s been so lucky to get to have so many, the two of them tangled together with an intimacy she’d never known anything else like.

        from the other room, allie hears the silly, descending noise from the game that means that they’ve lost, or died, or failed, which always sounds so sad to allie, then followed by a string of curses, and the game powering off. allie snaps up, climbing on top of all the pillows and stuffed animals that she’s piled on to tug the curtains closed. along with the windows shaded, the darkness returns, which means the fairy lights and lamps come on instead. allie loves her light too much, and she wants to see her lover in it. 

       they come back to her as she’s turning back around, standing on top of the bed. it feels ridiculous, so she bounces back down to her knees, giddy and dizzy just to have madi in the same room as her again. it’s not until they mention it that allie actually remembers wearing their clothes at all. being wrapped in the feeling, the smell of them is such an easy comfort that the detail had been forgotten before now. that, and that madi has an incredibly accessible closet, and allie’s encouraged by the knowledge that they happen to like seeing her in their clothes.

       “ that is so not true! ”  allie pouts, but slips off of the bed to meet them in the middle. whatever had curved downward is quickly softened by the decrease in proximity. allie pushes up to the tips of her toes, embracing them with her hands tucked behind their neck.  “ you’re, like, the moon kind of beautiful, i could never be that. and you’re special, because you’re you. ”  their hair, their height, the way they seemed to be carved from marble at the worst of times, and a daydream at best.  “ no- no like mars. you’re like mars. ”

[enchaentingly]

❛ am i not good enough? ❜

200 random dialouge prompts, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        allie returns to madi’s apartment with a ribcage full of fluttery things and a heart that hummingbirds all the same. it’s the greatest gift to know she’s not coming back to an empty, lonely feeling, that she didn’t have to find someone else or go somewhere else and madi even calls it home, sometimes. so allie’s probably allowed to call it home, too, even though she’s still too nervous to say it out loud.

        the door isn't locked when she returns, smile giddy as she “ sorry i’m … ” the apology is rushed, not at all sorrowful or mopey as allie hops, trips out of her shoes by the door, toeing the white sneakers off, decorated with embroidery. “ but, a fr- friend picked me up after work, and then we were talking and- and then ... " as she chatters on, her body recognizes the feeling of exhaustion, and she skips over to the bed, where her pile of soft, stuffed things are. the chirping, dizzy sound of her voice dies to a silence as her eyes land on madi. allie can't see their eyes from here and it makes her gut turn sour and bleak and turn with something's wrong and it's all my fault. it just had to be. allie couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before now. allie lets go of the stuffed animal she had begun to squeeze, crossing the room to see madi, combing her fingers through the copper of their hair before anything else.

        with a soft, trembling smile, allie curls the strands away from their face. the warm tips of her fingers flit against skin that's cool, refreshing. " hey ... what's wrong? " even though her guilt pools underfoot, like blood from a wound that allie'd dug in and was no paying the price for. it's what she deserves. madi steals her breath away with their words. allie stops moving, it doesn't make any sense. " what? why would you- why would you say that? " the world around the two of them wavers, and the deep, dark hole in the pit of her stomach swallows everything whole. her mind tumbles, falls, too. " of course you are, madi, you're everything. " because allie had told a stupid story, and broken a piece off of their heart, she didn't understand how, but now she's holding a shattered part in her hands. how could she deny it? still, childishly, she begs that it doesn't make sense. how could madi think that? how could they miss her? how could they want her so much that they want to keep her? how could they say that when- allie reaches for madi's hand, tugging them up tenderly. " c'mon, i'm tired. let's get to bed. "