allison argent knows the price (ofgreatness) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-03-20 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, stiles stilinski |
WHO: Allison & Stiles
WHAT: Allison returns to Storybrook
WHERE: The woods on the outskirts of town
WHEN: March 19, late evening (lol guys it's her birthday)
WARNINGS/RATINGS: SPOILERS you have been warned. Mature.
The thing about death she supposed was that you never really saw it coming. You start to think yourself invincible. You win enough you start to think that maybe it will always be that way. You start to ignore the warnings of your father, stop thinking you're any less indestructible than the werewolves you run with. You start to think that you're unstoppable, that you're pretty damn handy at this fighting thing and besides you're seventeen and even though you know you've already died once before you really don't think it will actually happen. You're an Argent. You were born for this. You start to forget about your aunt, your mom, the countless Argents who took their last breath. You relish in your victories and tell yourself defeat is for some day. A long time from now, after you've gotten in all figured out, after you've been great. Death is for any day but today. It was funny really, she supposed, the first thing you think. It didn't seem real. She had been standing tall, relieved to see the Oni closing in on Isaac defeated, and then suddenly she wasn't. Suddenly the world was pinholes and it collapsed from under her. Suddenly everything slowed to a crawl and she could feel herself slipping away. She blinked and when the world came back into a blurry sort of focus she wasn't where she had been before. She was - Storybrook - and it all came rushing back in a wave of memory. Her fingers flexed against the grass below her and her right hand came in contact with her phone. For a moment she allowed herself to hope. It was Storybrook and there were people with powers she couldn't even fathom here. Maybe, just maybe, all was not lost. She managed to turn her head to see the display and got out as many letters as she could before the darkness crept back up. She hit send and knew all she could do was pray to whatever entity happened to be listening to a seventeen year old girl who didn't want to die tonight. |