Carved From Loss

Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger.

[thcpariiah]

@thejulieteffect A low hum resounded in his throat as he worked – one hand toying with the handle on his coffee mug before he was typing once more. If one could ignore the bruising against his skin, he almost looked like nothing had happened. Observant eyes darting across his screen quickly and taking in the information that The Shadow had given him about the Pavolv’s Device – allowing himself to distance himself from the fact that that is what was almost put inside of him. Scrolling through the mess of numbers, he took a small sip of his cooling coffee – intent on just letting the female get the rest he knew she still needed. When he had gotten up, quietly as to not wake her, he had tucked the sheets around her shoulders for her modesty and tucked on a fresh pair of clothes; feeling slightly more comfortable in his own flesh as his computer glowed brightly at him and echoed against his glasses.

[thejulieteffect-blog]

Her slip from sleep was slow, but the silence in the room seemed to set her nerves alight the moment she realized that there was an absence of warmth with her that hadn’t been there the last time she’d woken up naked in this bed. Eyes focusing through a haze of sleep, her joints protested as she sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest as her eyes scanned the room in a sleep-drunk panic.

It was when her eyes settled on his back that Allison sucked in an audible breath, one that may have betrayed the pain she’d been feeling and the relief that she felt to see Stuart at his computer. He hadn’t left her again. 

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thcpariiah:

His lips thinned for a moment and he sucked in a breath that burned at his lungs and at his core – tipping his head down more so to meet her eyes when she spoke; when her hand ever-so-gently rested against his shoulder. And, despite himself, he found himself stepping closer as if in need of the comfort; even if his own pride would never allow him to ask for it. “I’ve been resting,” he offered in a whisper with a small shake of his head, “–besides, I could tell you the same, couldn’t I?”

“You’ve been working, and working isn’t resting.” She answered, sliding her hand gently across his shoulder because she recognized the way he stepped closer - the unknowing way he asked for comfort. If she hadn’t needed it so badly herself, she might not have realized, because this was so new - Stuart showing her any sort of need. “I was resting until they told me I could go.” She told him, reaching her hand up to touch his cheek, tentatively, thumb smoothing across his skin lightly, as though she could smooth away some of his tension. The few days she’d had to spend in the infirmary had been torture - at least now she was free to go where she wished. 

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thcblairwitch:

Kara hesitated in the doorway when the other brought her eyes up to her – a frown dancing across her lips before she was clearing her throat and ducking her head down. “I thought you were asleep,” the huntress mused softly, “I’m sorry.” Lips thinned – there was a slight bit of guilt, that she hadn’t kept the plans Akilah had given her hidden more – and a fair bit of anger as well. Simply because she was concerned that her plan could’ve gotten Allison killed. “ – do you want me to leave? I can come back later.”

Allison tensed slightly when she saw Kara, fear for the anger she knew the older huntress would be feeling causing her muscles to tighten, bringing a wince to her lips. She skewed her gaze to the floor - because she felt guilty for going behind Kara’s back, for not telling her and for going in alone, she just... hadn’t been able to wait any longer. And it was a good thing she hadn’t. “They just changed my bandages,” She offered by way of explanation, not bringing her eyes up to the other.

“No, you can stay.” Allison finally brought her gaze to Kara, brow drawn together in both pain and worry - an apology on her lips that she was too afraid to speak aloud.

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thcpariiah:

It was relieving to see her on her feet – out of the infirmary and upright. It eased a little of the worries that threatened to eat him alive. Not all of them, but just some of them. Enough that maybe – maybe he could close his eyes without worrying about her with every breath. ( He doesn’t know when this happened – when he became almost dependent. It was so unlike him and the connection almost scared him. ) The corner of his lips twitched slightly when she reassured him to not apologize, crossing the small amount of space that separated them after a hesitant breath to smooth his hand over the small of her back; being overly gentle, even if he knew it wasn’t near her injury. “ .. tired,” he responded when she asked how he was doing – that being the only honest answer he knew how to give.

Allison’s eyes closed for a brief moment, and despite the tension in her body, his hand on the small of her back relieved some of the tension in her heart. She knew that people were angry with her for the way she’d handled the situation, for going in alone to get Stuart, but he was alive. And safe. And that was so much better than the alternative that they’d faced - of him becoming like whatever Cora had become. He spoke and she brought her eyes to his again, stepping closer and bringing the hand of her uninjured shoulder to his chest. Her touch was light, unsure where he had bruises and where he didn’t, “You should get some sleep then,” She suggested quietly.

[heartofatruealpha2]

For Never Was A Story of More Woe...

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heartofatruealpha:

Scott understood, too. Stiles hadn’t wanted to lie.And it was possible Allison wanted to tell Scott herself. He remembered fearing his mother’s reaction, dreading the day she realized her son could transform into a clawed, sharp-toothed thing. He’d avoided it. And in the end,it took someone shooting him in front of her for him to reveal himself. He hadn’t wanted her to find out that way. Maybe not even at all. Was that a possibility here? “If you didn’t want me to know–” But why would that be? Isaac had found out before he did. Did she think he would try to get in between them? He wouldn’t have. She was alive and that was more important than anything else. And he had enough to worry about between what was going on Topside,work, college and half of the people he cared about being stuck down here. Stiles knew,but he’d been down here more often. Maybe that was it? She couldn’t go Topside? It didn’t matter why. Stiles shouldn’t have done it like this.Why make something difficult even harder?Why shove her into this situation? “–or if you needed more time, it should’ve been your choice.At least, you would’ve been ready.”

Allison shook her head in response when he began to speak again, “No - I just...” She shrugged, “I can’t go topside really, it’s.. dangerous.” But it was more than that - she hadn’t wanted to hurt him again. He’d been through the motions of grief, he’d moved on and he had his own life now, and that was what she had wanted - for them to move on and forget her. So she could do her job and keep them safe. 

“I won’t be ready for any of this ever,” Allison admitted, “Seeing all of you angry and hurt, it’s not what I wanted. If I could have avoided it at all, I would have.” She looked down at her hands, lips thinning as she pressed them together. Perhaps she could have avoided it, but if she’d not gone with her uncle, she had a feeling he would have targeted her friends much harder than he would have - would have seen them as a greater threat if she’d still be involved with them.

[heartofatruealpha2]

“Thirteen-year-olds must be making a killing on doing errands for registered people at the mall. This one kid talked me into giving him $20 bucks.”

[thejulieteffect-blog]

“I wish I had the luxury of doing that, I’d love some good coffee right about now.” 

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thcpariiah:

A breath rattled and clicked in his throat at the familiar voice, turning over his shoulder in his chair to look at her – “Shit – sorry,” he breathed quickly, evident that actually wasn’t paying attention to who had actually come into his room. “ – they finally let you out,” he was then murmuring, standing to his feet and leaving his papers on the table in front of him. “ .. how are you feeling?” he asked, stepping into her space almost hesitantly – as if the time between them had been limited ( despite their talk about them rather than I – he was still so new to all of this, and it left him anxious); wanting to reach out to comfort.

Allison shook her head at his apology, lips turning down, “Don’t be sorry..” She should have known better - should have known just how tense and jumpy he would be. If she was, then he had every reason to be. “Yeah,” Anything she would have said trailed off as he stood, moving close enough to her that she could reach out and touch him if she wanted. And she did. A need for physical comfort seemed to drive her to his room - not just the silent company that they’d shared previously. Allison wanted to hold him, to be held, but she was terrified of hurting him. “Sore,” She answered, and despite the understatement she was sure that she looked how she felt - pale, and weak. “How are you?” Allison asked softly, brows drawing together, eyes tracing over the bruises on his skin before moving to his gaze.

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poweroutfoxed:

After visiting Stuart, Kira had tentatively made her way down to the infirmary to see the others. She hesitated outside Allison’s door, not really knowing what to say. The pair had never really been friends, or rather, they’d never had the opportunity to get to know each other before she, well… died. But Kira did want to make sure she was okay. The time they had spent together was enough for Kira to know Allison was a good person, and that was what spurred Kira to enter. 

“Er, hi,” she greeted gently, sticking her head out from behind the door. She took in the wary face of the injured archer and further hesitated. “I, er, just wanted to make sure you were okay. Also, I brought muffins?” 

With Kira in the doorway, Allison tried to quell the shakes her arms were undergoing as she tried to calm her fired up nerves. Her lips twitched into a smile as she prayed that the pain would subside with herbs beginning to work. “Hi, Kira,” She hadn’t really expected to see the woman - was more than surprised, honestly, to see her in the doorway. Of everyone, she had known Kira the least, though she knew what she had become to Scott and she was grateful for her because of it. 

“I’m alive,” She answered, though her voice shook slightly as her stomach twisted at the thought of trying to eat something with the pain she was in. “Oh, wow. That’s so sweet of you,” Despite the way her stomach felt, her body tense from the pain, it was obvious that Kira wasn’t there to yell at her like some others might be and she found herself relaxing just slightly because of it.

[toysoldierlahey]

“Anybody else feeling claustrophobic in this place?”

[thejulieteffect-blog]

“And useless.” 

[thcpariiah]

STUART x ALLISON AESTHETIC 

you have suffered enough and warred with yourself.                                                                             –it’s time that you’ve w o n .

[heartofatruealpha2]

For Never Was A Story of More Woe...

[thejulieteffect-blog]

heartofatruealpha:

Scott attempted sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “Shock collar? I’ve had worse. I’ll be fine.” He knew that wasn’t what she meant, but she was already dreading people’s reactions. She’d put off telling him. But who’d want to relive the moment they almost died? Her knowing how he felt about this wasn’t important right now. “Tell him.I’m sure your dad would rather feel whatever it is he’ll feel than mourn you. He’s missed you.” Knowing she was alive hurt a hell of a lot less than the alternative. “We all have.” She moved the chair and the metallic scrape of the chair legs moving somehow made this seem more real. Or maybe his senses not zeroed in on just her anymore made it more real.But what would convince him? He didn’t know. She confirmed Stiles hadn’t told her either. “I’ll have to talk to him about that. If you weren’t ready to tell me…And I’m sorry about the-the-leaping thing.” It hadn’t been his best moment.

Allison nodded minutely at his words, she knew that she would tell her dad - but she also knew that it was a matter of time before she was outed by the government in one way or another as alive for having escaped from the hunters. She wanted to do it before then - but everytime she saw him, she found herself hiding for the crippling fear of having him so angry at her, like Isaac.

A shrug lifted her shoulder’s just slightly in response to Scott’s apology, “I think we were both a little surprised,” She looked down at her hands, leaning back against the back of the chair. “Stiles just wanted to make sure you knew,” Allison finally spoke after a long pause, “I understand why he did it.”

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redisunsolved:

No. This couldn’t be happening. Stiles knew that he shouldn’t have hesitated, that he should have just gone to turn himself in the moment he’d read that they had taken his father, but he’d been convinced to sleep on it. He already knew what had happened, the certain realization causing his breath to stutter as he shook his head. Stuart had known that Stiles was going to surrender himself to the police, and he must have turned himself in instead.

If Stuart had woken up early enough to evade all of them, it was very possible that he had already turned himself in and that there was already a new article about it. “He-” Stiles started, drawing another sharp breath as shaky hands grabbed at the phone in his pocket, his anxiety threatening to overwhelm him as breathing became more difficult. “This is…it’s my fault,” he managed, giving up for now at searching for proof that he was right about this as his eyes fell to the ground. 

They were going to hurt him. Stiles was sure that they would do anything possible to get the information out of him that they needed, and he’d prepared for that when he’d planned on surrendering himself to the government. He hadn’t prepared for his brother to suffer in his place. 

As Allison’s panicked brain began to clear, the huntress in her taking over with Stiles’ utterance of him being to blame, his panic finally began to register - clear that he was all too near to having a panic attack. She could sympathize, painfully so, her own panic still trying to win out on her training.

“Stiles, it’s not, it’s going to be okay,” She breathed, reaching over to take his shaking hands in her own, slightly steadier ones, closing lightly around them and the phone he’d abandoned his search on. “We’re going to get him back, I promise.” She had no other choice than to get him back - he had been in the public eye, she had been able to watch as he’d internalized her death, knowing all the while that he blamed himself for it. She couldn’t let him do that with Stuart, not with his brother. She couldn’t let him blame himself for a death that could be prevented, she just had to figure out how the hell to get to Stuart before they were finished trying to get information out of him.

[thcpariiah]

There was a harsh flinch and a jump from the other – barely concealed as he sucked in a shaky and harsh breath that burned at his lungs before he was turning back around to his paperwork in front of him and shaking his head. “ – sneaking up on someone is a little rude.” Even if Stuart didn’t outright admit that he was still too jumpy for his own liking; while bruises still decorated his flesh, even if they were fading more so than they were. “A greeting is usually preferred.”

[thejulieteffect-blog]

A fist clenched in Allison’s stomach as Stuart flinched, obviously jumping away from her - she hadn’t meant to frighten him, she just hadn’t wanted to interrupt his work. “Sorry,” She whispered, voice still hoarse from sleep, having finally been let out of the infirmary. 

[thejulieteffect-blog]

Waking up to Stuart being kicked out of the infirmary had left the huntress unable to settle back into sleep, shoulder freshly aching with the exertion of moving around to have her bandages changed. The nurse left, silence consuming the area around Allison and her slightly shaken, pained breaths - the woman was less than gentle as she had rubbed more of the pain-numbing herbs on her shoulder. 

Before she could move to lay down, the door was opening once again and Allison was sucking in a sharp breath as she looked up to the face that was likely there to scold her - sleep not an excuse to avoid confrontation now that she was seated.

[thcpariiah]

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         TAGGING __ // STUART TWOMBLY, ALLISON ARGENT              LOCATION __// BEACON HILLS HIGH SECURITY PRISON              TIME _ FRAME ___//  RECENTLY ( PART ONE OF ‘THE IMPOSTOR’ EVENT ENDING CHATZY )              INPUT_SUMMARY…?__//   Once Allison realizes that Stuart is gone – and where he’s gone – she makes plans to go after him alone. In a stereotypical manner, she gets there just in time – right before Stuart is subjected to the same fates that Cora has met. Unfortunately, Allison and Stuart meet resistance in trying to leave. [ CHATZY LOG ]

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[thejulieteffect-blog]

thcblairwitch:

Kara let Allison have her moment of pause. To let her bounce around the information that she had given her before Allison was finding the words to respond. And, just as quickly, Kara was answering her, “I don’t know yet,” she replied, but quickly tacked on, “Soon. As soon as she can. She was very eager to start almost as soon as I left her.” Akilah had almost just as much of a fire under her to get Stuart out as Allison seemed to. She did not doubt it would take her long. Albeit, the older huntress knew that a lot could happen the more that the days went on. “So, yes, the waiting game,” she concluded. “I will begin working and collaborating with others to make a mock plan where we can later fill in the details once we learn the floor plan of where he is. That is all we can do right now. I’m sorry.”  She took a breath, folding her arms across her chest and dropped her voice, “ – do I need to ask why this is bothering you in particular so much? I understand the need to get him back, I do as well – as does much of the Underground. But, your reaction is on par from what I would expect from his brother.”

It was no wonder that Akilah was eager to see Stuart - not only to ensure that he was alive but to figure out how to get him away from whatever he was enduring. Allison herself felt the urge like a hot knife at the base of her neck, each moment that ticked by cooled the urgency in a way that made Allison sick to her stomach. She was aware of the older huntress’ eyes on her, likely picking apart her every movement in the silences that Allison left between them. “I know Lydia wants to help. And Stiles.” She offered, eyes fixed on the woman’s.

Her question, however, shook Allison’s guards dangerously. The carefully caged emotions rattled at their bars at Kara’s inquiry, threatening to drown the huntress with emotions similar to what she had felt waking up alone in Stuart’s bed. Her voice was weak when she answered, betraying far more information than she would have been comfortable with but this was Kara, who understood more of her life than some others did. “I need you to ask me that another time.” Her expression was earnest now, pleading and vulnerable, “I can’t right now.” Because if she stopped to think about it for too long, if she vocalized it, she was afraid she’d break.

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thcblairwitch:

She didn’t miss the falter – she had too much training be so focused in that moment to miss it. She also hadn’t missed all the time that Allison and Stuart had spent together, but now was not the time to mention it. She just assumed, by the flash in her eyes, that Stuart had spoken to her about Akilah. And, it made it easier – at least Kara didn’t have to explain her intentions of why she assumed that Akilah was truly in this for Stuart’s best interests. “She doesn’t know where he is,” she told her ( that would be too easy, too convenient ), but quickly added, “But - Akilah has strings she can pull. She’s going to visit him. Both for her benefit, to see him still in one piece, and to mentally map out where he is. She’s brilliant, and one look at wherever he is will be all she needs to give us the information we need. We just have to give her the time to do whatever she needs to to get in.”

Allison felt a fist curl itself around her stomach at the idea that Akilah could walk in on him not in one piece - the knowledge of what she could find burned into Allison’s mind like a fresh scar, bright and angry with the memory of pain. Still, she kept herself controlled despite the revolution of her insides, the anger and fear that she felt trying to win over her rationality. It did not, the lessons from her grandfather too burned into her mind. “So we play the waiting game for now.” Allison pursed her lips, hating the idea that she had to wait for others to give her the information she needed. “When is she going?”