if you’d told Allison, even a year ago, that she’d be standing outside of the male bathroom of a mcdonalds in search of her superpowered best friend, she would be... a tad skeptical, still.
( perhaps because allison was dead a year ago, but that’s neither here nor there. )
but here she is, and she’s genuinely glad to be here - life before Delsin Rowe wasn’t really any saner or anything like that, but her soul’s felt more settled since they first met, even if delsin’s dragging her into something stupider every damn day. this isn’t his idiocy of the day, she’s sure of that much; after all, she’s here to help save a kid, and hell if that isn’t the most noble cause of all. to an Argent, at least.
❝ hey, Dels, ❞ she calls, nudging the door open and pointedly ignoring the wide-eyed stare of a teenager sat at the nearest table. ❝ stop playing with your dick already, we’ve got a life to save. ❞ / @powersiphon