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Flashback:. If Walls Could Talk .: Allison & Isaac

After a lot of coercing and bargaining with Quentin - not to mention a little bit of lying - Isaac had finally been able to persuade him to help them get them into Dark Blue. Even so, that didn’t stop the looks from the bouncers as he waited outside the front doors for Allison to show up. He even had a foot or two over one of them, but that didn’t stop them from eyeing him suspiciously as he flashed them small smiles and dipped his head to them. “Come on Argent…” he mumbled, blowing on his fingers and dancing from foot to foot.

It wasn’t like he didn’t notice their change in demeanor when the brunette finally showed up. Holding the door open for her, he shot a look over his shoulder as he caught a couple of them looking after them. She wasn’t his to be protective of or anything, but…come on, those guys were just creepy. But they also didn’t know that she could easily take them down a notch if they did try anything, which Isaac couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.

As soon as they stepped in they were greeted with a barrage of loud music and lights. It was definitely a wild night. Surveying the bustling crowd around them, he frowned. Kids his age were supposed to enjoy this right? And maybe he would have, if things were different and he didn’t have so much to worry about - but tonight, he supposed he was supposed to be one of them. A couple bumped into him as they passed them to join the crowd and he turned to look to the girl skeptically.

“Why did you need to come here again?”

@silverargentvalkyrie.

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The World Crushed Atlas || Kallison para

Every bone in her body ached, every muscle screaming at her to stop trying to move, to just lie down and wait for the inevitable, but she wouldn’t allow that. Kara’s hand brushed along the wall, blood painting the stone as she continued to walk. Aurors had finally entered the building, she’d heard the shouts of the people still left alive. Help was here. Somewhere along the way, she’d lost her wand, the helpless piece of wood had been cracked down the center.

The memories of being attacked was too fresh in her mind. The word ‘crucio’ echoing in her brain, the ghost pain following suit. Kara’s breathing was becoming shallow, her feet tripping over every little rock as she tried to hold herself help. The memory of gashes opening on her skin was even more fresh than the others. There were too many to count, too much blood to stop from staining her dress. The once white fabric was almost completely red now, torn during the battle. Almost as if it coincided with her thoughts, she could taste the blood in her mouth, the cut along her temple showing no sign of healing. Kara was almost to the ballroom, only a few more steps and she’d be okay, she’d find Allison.

Her vision was almost completely blurry, tears making people looking like shapeless forms. The light of the ballroom was harsh, the wailing if the injured almost too loud. Kara tried to make a sound, to notify someone that she was there, but there wasn’t enough energy. Collapsing in the doorway of the ballroom, her breathing ragged and blood staining her skin, she waited for someone to see her, to heal her and tell her everything was going to be okay. She saw a figure approaching her, kneeling down next to her, and she instinctively flinched away, causing pain to wash over her, a whimper falling from her mouth.

[ @dawlish-ousness ]

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Snowflakes and Coffee || Kallison para

It had been way too long since she’d seen Allison, the miles between seeming like the worse thing in the world. After a few days, she sent an owl to her girlfriend asking for her to meet her in London for a date before the new year. It took a while for Kara to convince her parents to let her leave. All the presents had been bought, the tree was decorated and they were only sitting around doing nothing for the next two days.

Once she was dressed appropriately for the snowy weather, she took the Floo to Diagon Alley, where she was meeting Allison shortly. Pulling her scarf tighter around herself, Kara looked in a few shop windows and bounced on her feet. A genuinely happy smile pulled at her lips as she watched a few of the younger witches and wizards run by, their parents not far behind them. One of the kids smiled brightly and waved at her, giving her just enough time to wave back before they ran off again.

[ @dawlish-ousness ]

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Something More || Travis + Allison

It had been a while since Travis experimented in the kitchen and he was beginning to wonder what possessed him when he offered to cook dinner for his date with Allison. Having been out on a couple of casual coffee dates and a movie or two, he felt like it was time to get to know Allison in a more cosy and private setting. He had intended on cooking just a steak as it seemed simple enough... That is until he got carried away with the baked potato and roasted vegetables. Timers were going off and he was dashing across the room, trying to ensure that nothing was burning.

“Damn it,” he muttered when he noticed the wall clock. Allison would be here any moment. He quickly took the medium-rare steaks off the pan and set them on two plates. Glancing at the dry and unappetizing looking vegetables, he decided against them and scraped them into the bin. With one last desperate attempt, he got started on the baked potatoes that eventually turned out pretty decent once he garnished them with sour cream and chives. Fortunately he had already set the table and brought out a good bottle of red wine, so once he finished with the potatoes, he was done.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Travis hastily removed his apron and smoothed his slightly creased shirt. Hopefully he looked presentable enough. He scrambled to the front door, took a deep breath and opened it.

“You’re here,” he said, grinning.

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Trust || Allison & Lydia

-- allison-marie-argent

Lydia was exhausted. She was tired of panicking, of worrying, of repeating Peter's name over and over, of trying to use whatever stupid powers she had to try to find him. And then Allison had text her and tell her there was a fire, confirming what she felt and only furthering her panic. And she couldn't even go to Peter because he would turn her away and she couldn't do that again. But Allison needed her. And she was still, so incredibly angry at the both of them that her hands were shaking as she drove, jaw clenched. She threw herself from her car the second it was parked and marched inside the hospital, and it didn't take much to locate Allison's room. Relief flooded her when she saw her best friend was alone in the room, and she hadn't run into Peter. "What the hell were you thinking?!" she immediately said, closing the door behind her. "No, don't answer that, because you weren't thinking." she said, pursing her lips as she looked at her. "I wanted one thing, one thing from you and him and that was trust. Trust Allison. Now you're hurt and I don't even know if he's okay, I could have lost you, I could have lost him, and you just-- you still did it. You both still put yourselves in that situation when you should of known. You should of known. Damn it, Allison," she said, her voice cracking and she didn't even realize she'd started crying but she ignored it. "I need you." she finally said. "You can't do this. You can't." she sucked in a deep breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

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