who: @lrivkin . ♡ where: The Supernatural Conclave and Gala .
“ oh, lara! ” she’s always forgetting just how many people she knows in port leiry, now, at least a little bit. and that little bit is enough to light up her eyes with a soft sort of relief, overwhelmed by surprise. but, still, she forgets, like it’s been eight days instead eight months here, in a city that she still doesn’t know what she’s doing in. “ you’re so beautiful. ” allie’s had just enough alcohol so far into the night that she can’t help but squeeze around lara’s shoulders in a quick flutter of a hug. she finds her way back to her feet, unfortunately committing to the earth-bound nature of the floor that keeps her from floating away. big blue eyes flicker across her face, half covered, unable to keep the curiosity from her gaze but, mostly, she’s just trying to remember. what had lara wanted pain relief for? “ i like your mask, very mysterious. and ii, like, really love the roses. they suit you, i think. ” funny, she thinks those are the same flowers she’d picked for anika. it makes complete sense to her, she only forgets to say it out loud.
