#witchingallison

[bxronjacy]

✉ allison

text starters meme - accepting

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text - @witchingallison

jacy [ 02:03am ] I’ve been stuck on the same bridge for the last hour. If you’re awake, could you come over please?

[bxronjacy]

✠ allison

meme: it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home | @witchingallison

“Hello?” A tired Jacy mumbled as he shuffled towards the front door. He was still rubbing his eyes after the downstairs light he’d turned on had practically blinded him. “Allison?” He puzzled after taking a look through the peephole. “Allison, is everything okay?” Jacy opened the door slowly, his spare arm wrapped around his bare chest to shield him from the cold. “Has something happened?”

[bewitchmex]

“Allison-” Zoe called from the living room Salem upside down in her arms as she carried him around the apartment. She was always trying to get atleast one of the cats attentions, their furry friends were too comforting to her generally chaotic self to neglect. Besides, he’d been trying to play with the loose papers she’d been writing sheet music on all day so atleast here he was less trouble - for now-. It was probably a scene of chaos - but Zoe was always a bit of a whirlwind when she worked, it’s how she wrote some of the best things -. She’d set up a ‘writing space’, meaning incense were burning, she’d even brought in her favourite plant - even if it was looking a little limp and sorry for itself - into the space. As if the vibes would some how help the melody elect from her. “I think I’m missing a page from my notebook, is Luna with you? She’s probably got it.” @witchingallison

[bxronjacy]

@witchingallison

[bxronjacy]

The “relationship” with Allison had initially began as a way for both of them to find some companionship. The entertainment industry can be incredibly lonely after all. Even if they weren’t destined to last forever (something they were aware of), it was still nice to just have someone to text for a cuddle when the need was there. Jacy was reminded of this while sat on his bed with her, holding a fork full of cake to her mouth. It was something they’d spent the last half an hour baking. The kitchen was still a mess. “C’mon,” Jacy chuckled. Eyes shifting between her eyes, her lips, and the cake. “It’s going to taste fine. You promised if we put the chocolate chips in, you’d have the first bite.” | @witchingallison