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[cleverwitched-archive]

RANDOM EDITS - max dennison and the terrible, awful, very bad, no good night.

[allhallowes]

“ well….. the truth is probably the best option. you know she wouldn’t want anything kept from her. ” it’s careful, allison’s response, brows drawn faintly inward. they don’t even know the whole truth themselves, if she’s being honest with herself - the extent of the damage done to max from one fateful choice. and it terrifies her. she’s almost certain there’s things he’s keeping from her, beyond the physical evidence. her mind wanders, thinking of winnifred’s book, and the secrets it held. could there have been an answer in its pages? she had only seen so little of it before binx had stopped her. but it’s fruitless, she knows, the thing having vanished along with the sisters. and she doesn’t think she could touch it again without her skin crawling.

allison reaches out once more, placing a hand upon max’s shoulder, her thumb rubbing small circles into the tension there. “ hey, ” her voice is soft as she leans in closer, angling her body towards his. their knees brush. “ i’m sure we can figure something out. i can…. ” she pauses, her throat suddenly dry. she doesn’t really know what she can do, go to the library? see if any books on not-so-ancient witchcraft are more fact than fiction? knock on billy’s grave and hope he’s still awake enough to offer some kind of wisdom?

@virginlit …. CONT

[allhallowes]

“now that you have the truth, please don’t make a big fuss about it.” 🤭🤭

“ i would never. ” the mock severity of her tone is at war with the pretty flush of pink in her cheeks, the amused gleam to her eyes. it’s funny, on some level allison had always sort of wondered just how max had CONVINCED dani to go along with them to the sanderson house - even in the briefest time she had spent with him he hadn’t seemed like the sort to bully his little sister into submission. allison hums thoughtfully, tucking herself neatly into his side with a delicate nudge of her hip against his. her mouth curls into a grin. “ peter pan, tights and all, just to spend time with me? i’m flattered. ” a beat. “ think dani will let me be tinkerbell? ”

@virginlit …. BALDUR’S GATE

[allhallowes]

“ i’m ready, are you? ” it’s impossible for her to hide the worry in her voice, not when it bleeds into the curl of her mouth, the furrow of her brow. allison knows that max probably shouldn’t have gone to school today, not after getting tossed around like a witches’ ragdoll for a better part of halloween, but how could he explain it away? the same way she couldn’t explain to her very angry parents why she had been out literally all night after SKIPPING OUT on candy duty? or to samantha bingham why she had nearly jumped out of her skin hard enough to knock her over when she other girl had snuck up on her this morning before english? it’s not something that can be explained, not truly.

one arm looped around max’s waist, bracing him, she peers up into his face with a frown. there’s the silly desire to press her other hand to his cheek, though that feels almost too intimate; even if she already knows how he feels to sleep against, how his breath puffed out in almost disbelief against her cheek after they kissed. she settles instead for the VAGUE SAFETY of his shoulder, curling her hand into the fabric of his shirt. “ maybe we should go on a trip to the nurse’s office instead? at least there you can lie down for a bit. ”

@virginlit …. CONTINUED.

[allhallowes]

❛ come back to bed. ❜ :)

“ in a minute. ” she isn’t sure what stirred her awake; a prickle at the tips of her fingers, some distant creak at the other end of the apartment, a SHADOW passing over the moon. allison’s got the curtains open just enough to stand between them, hands pressed to the cool surface of the window as she peers out into the night. “ i thought i…. ”

no, heard something isn’t the right word, felt something seems more apt. she knows she’s probably just being paranoid, those particular feelings tend to surface more this time of year. still, she’s struck by the mounting desire to bring their daughter from her nursery room across the hall into bed with them, parenting books both her mother and mrs. dennison thrust upon her BE DAMNED. allison glances back over her shoulder at max, eyes washed out in the pale evening light. “ i’m gonna go check on poppy. ”

@virginlit …. DIALOGUE PROMPTS

[allhallowes]

she won’t say she’s so attuned to her husband’s moods that she woke up the second he started to stir and stew, but allison is pretty perceptive so it didn’t take too long. she almost always is aware of him, one way or another. and she knows he’s the one who has to be the early bird today. the familiar sensation of max’s hand against her cheek also played its part, bringing a smile to her lips as she leans into it, contentment stirring in her chest. she’s never been one to sleep too late either way, day-off or no. there’s always so much to do; a daughter to tend to, a sister-in-law to call, committee meetings to set up….

the alarm clock blaring prompts her further into wakefulness, green eyes blinking muzzily open to the sight of max’s back- it’s all too tempting to close the space between them, and that’s exactly what allison does, pressing herself against him and tangling her legs with his, arms coming up around his middle. his shoulders are tense with irritation, making her laugh, sleepy and warm, and she tightens her hold around him as he relaxes back into it. allison hums, pressing a QUICK KISS to the back of his neck, her voice a chiding, but amused, murmur. “ now that’s not exactly fair, is it? ”

@virginlit …. CONTINUED.

[cleverwitched]

15. a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug 😘

         ＳＨＥ ＤＯＥＳＮ'Ｔ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＳＨＥ'ＬＬ ＥＶＥＲ ＧＥＴ ＴＩＲＥＤ ＯＦ ＴＨＩＳ. the feel of his arms around her, the way her face tucks perfectly into the crook between his neck and shoulder. it’s a quick, fleeting thing, a hug thrown around her shoulders before he has to dash inside to finish a chore his dad regulated upon him before school this morning. but she’s still left with a warm, heady feeling blossoming within her chest, something magic.

        ＡＬＬＩＳＯＮ ＴＵＲＮＳ ＨＥＲ ＨＥＡＤ, pressing her smiling mouth to max’s cheek in a kiss before stepping back to make her way over to wear her bike sits, propped against the side of his house. she can feel his eyes on her, and she turns, grin still present.     ‘  —  I’LL CALL you tonight ??  ’

☆      ☾      ☆  TYPES OF HUGS   *   ACCEPTING   @virginlit

[cleverwitched]

         ❝  ━━━   I DIDN’T THINK you’d want to come back to this place, after everything. ❞    old burial hill offers as breathtaking a view as always, ships moving in and out of the harbor like clockwork. if she squints, she can just make out the freshly overturned earth marking billy’s resting place, barely visible through the trees. grave desecration from is what’s been said in the newspaper, a trick from pranksters. like those awful boys who got themselves locked up in the sanderson cottage. just thinking about it leaves an awful twisting feeling in the pit of allison’s stomach. to the rest of the town, to her family, to his, halloween was no more wild than usual. maybe it was for the best. they had no idea how close they had come to losing everything. that magic wasn’t something lost to the past, that it was a part of the town’s very foundation, seeping through the cracks.

            ALLISON KNOWS, and it keeps her up at night. and looking at max, she’s sure he’s missed out on sleep just as much as she. reaching out, she grasps his hand with hers, twining their fingers together with slow precision. his palm is cold against hers, but they fit together so well. a chilled wind blows, the taste of salt ( of something more ) in the air, and she shivers.     ❝  ━━━  WANT TO come back to my place for something hot to drink ??   ❞    

☆      ☾      ☆  @virginlit / BECAUSE I LOVE YOU <3