Mome Raths & Cheshire Cats

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ the problem was when she took certain psychedelics, they'd trigger memories that she'd rather not have. ones of wild flowers, getting lost in them, and falling asleep, waking up feeling rather fuzzy. generally, it was because she hadn't remembered what she took. her parents would annoy her and she'd disappear and get high. and this time, she'd met a particularly rude customer and done it again. the memories flooded back. tears fell down her face as she tried to calm herself down. maybe she should really stop eating these mushrooms. "the wildflowers. it was like i was doing it all over again. i saw something red, and then it triggered that memory of getting lost because the original flowers were red." grumbling, she buried her head in her friend's chest. "don't let me eat the mushrooms again!" allyson whimpered into her shoulder. at this point, she needed to find other ways to get the initial feeling she liked during stress without using this particular product.

⋆ ｡ ° ✩ closed starter. an early evening at golden gloves gym — feat. eren and allyson !

☆ﾟ*·ﾟallyson wanted to be able to protect herself but most importantly, she wanted another way to get her anxiety out. heading to the gym had been an impulse decision and now, she regretted it. as she stood in front of the punching bag, she pushed it once, trying to determine how she was going to even use this. allyson knew she wasn't very strong at all, so maybe this wasn't the best idea in the world. how were you even supposed to do this?

☆ﾟ*·ﾟa smirk grew across her face, looking him up and down. he was rather handsome, and she was rather intrigued how this conversation would go. see, allyson was a flirt, because she enjoyed the thrill of the adventure, the fun of playing a game with someone, and enjoying the emotions that befell from it. "mmmm, thank you. you're not so bad yourself. i'm a fan of that dark hair," she stated, looking up at his hair, making a stop at his eyes. tilting her head to the side, allyson tried to analyze him, and figure out what kind of person he was. "oh really? what kind of thoughts you thinking about? care to share with a pretty stranger?" nodding, she took another lick, looking directly at him. "it reminds me of a simpler time, plus it's refreshing, so why not." after taking another lick, she winked and responded. "i like chocolate, just on something."

splashed?  for  a  moment,  sabine's  much-practiced smile  flickered,  replaced  by  a  look  of  true  bemusement.  her  first  thought  was  that  there  was  a  joke  here  she  hadn't  quite  understood  ( some  bit  of  nuance  she'd  missed,  perhaps,  never  quite  as  fluent  in  english  as  she  was  in  her  native  tongue )  but  the  girl  looked  perfectly  sincere.  not  even  a  hint  of  humour  there, it seemed.  ❝ not  at  all, ❞  she  said  swiftly,  not  wanting  to  discourage  someone who might be a  ( paying )  customer.  she  took  the  girl's  elbow,  steering  her  gently  to  the  side  and  towards  the  back  tables,  out  of  the  way  of  the  bustling  waiters  and  patrons.  ❝ don't fret,  anyone  is  welcome  at  the  diamond  room,  so  long  as  they  have  a  love  of  music  and  a  wish  to  enjoy  themselves. ❞

☆ﾟ*·ﾟshe had no idea what this place was or what to expect. allyson had wandered into the building simply wanting to do something different that night. "okay, good. i don't really know what to expect and i worry that i'm not really dressed for this at all," the blonde said, smoothing down her dress. allyson wasn't sure she had nice enough clothes for a place like this. but she was curious. nodding brightly, she smiled excitedly. "i adore music! and it looks like there's fun drinks too! do you think they can make me something blue?" allyson wanted to learn everything she could as she sat down toward one of the back tables. wiggling in her spot, she felt cool. "this is so nice! i feel important!"

◦ º ◦ ✦ — closed starter for @throughtheallyglass. location: topaz terrace

☆ﾟ*·ﾟallyson wasn't too sure what these buckets of sand were, but she knew that they served some kind of purpose. they had property of the fire department written on them. but what did a fire department need with sand? it was obvious that allyson really didn't know anything. she'd found these buckets and saw they'd been kicked or fallen over. so much sand had fallen out. so she'd taken it upon herself to fix it. that was until she realized it was a little bit wet and she could build something in it before she put it back in the bucket. what she hadn't expected was someone coming up behind her.

that she does -- but aurelian had always remembered the important things ; like the true hue of her irises or the hint of the same madness in the pitch of her laughter. the matter or coffee and tea had always been that of taste, and taste was prone to changing. he had once taken two cubes of sugar in his tea and now? he likes it unsweetened. he used to drink brandy and scotch, now? he prefers spiced rum and the alcohol that tasted of ghosts and the macabre. waving his hand, he shrugged, hearing his friend's laughter void of real malice or anger.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟallyson wondered if her tastes would change as she got older. there were snacks that she used to love that she now didn't. but all of that didn't matter when you spent time with friends, because your tastes could change so quickly. you might like something one day, then be exposed to something the next day and love it, or find that something you once liked one way is now different because of your friend. allyson changed all the time. or so she thought. at least that's what the walrus thought. and the walrus was almost as amusing to her as her friend aurelian. although that name was one that allyson struggled to say. she hadn't quite picked what name she wanted to call him yet, after six months of knowing him, but she'd figure it out one day.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟallyson knew that regina was right, and knew that suppressing her emotions and feelings would only make all of it worse. each time she did, they came back stronger and more powerful. "i just don't know why it had to happen. why me? and the teas and drinks my parents set up here, i'm worried they're not working." she wasn't even sure which one of them stopped them, but worried about stopping. why were they a part of her? why couldn't she make them stop? allyson hated them. she hated who they made her. but they brought her people like regina, people that she respected. "a garden?" her eyes lit up. that was one thing allyson liked, flowers. they had stories of their own and were beautiful. "do you have violets or daffodils?"

☆ﾟ*·ﾟallyson huffed softly, wishing she knew more about how ice worked, but all of the facts she had were foolish ones. if you were to ask her about tulgey wood, she'd go on and on for hours about how each color meant something, but legitimate plants and life things, not a clue. "i'm not sure how much longer you need to wait though. i'd very much like to skate on it!" pouting, she looked up at the woman, a soft smile forming at the little nickname. allyson loved nicknames, giving them and receiving them. but hers were far too silly and she'd have to wait until she knew people better. "oh gosh, that's not a very pleasant sound at all! or maybe it's like throwing a rock against a cliff!" shuddering, she wrapped her arms around herself tightly. "i'd prefer to be safe, thank you. but i have had close moments, 'cause i'll admit, i get distracted very easily. i'm kind of a hazard," she explained laughing.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: for @wondersxalice !! 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 & 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: the diamond room, evening

☆ﾟ*·ﾟexploring was part of allyson's nature. she'd very easily find herself in a place where she shouldn't be. and tonight was one of those nights. the blonde had donned one of her favorite flowery dresses and followed people into what was called the diamond room. it was beautiful in here, but mostly because there were people that loved what they did. as she saw a stage, allyson couldn't help but be excited. where to sit, she had no idea. when she heard someone's voice, allyson jumped, squealing lightly. "oh, sorry! uhm... yeah! i followed someone in here and it looked fun." tilting her head to the side, allyson's hands went over her mouth. "wait, what does usual mean? am i going to get splashed or something? should i not be in here?" now allyson felt bad for being somewhere she possibly shouldn't have.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟallyson listened to the woman in front of her, realizing that her words were real. the bird in front of her was real and this bird was a military macaw, whatever that meant. and the years, oh gosh, the blonde wasn't sure she'd known anything for 15 whole years. "a military macaw? oh gosh, that sounds absolutely mesmerizing of a bird. where did you get him?" allyson took a step forward and reached out, lightly petting the bird's head and then giggled lightly. "i've never been this close to a bird. they've always just been figments of my imagination. this is so cool! thank you!"

☆ﾟ*·ﾟfidgeting with her bracelets, allyson dropped her head. she knew that regina was right and that giving her episodes more power would only make it all worse. but it was difficult when the bad ones would take every inch of hr away from herself. "i try not to, really, i just... when they get bad, it's so hard to figure out what's real, you know?" allyson explained, refusing to look up at her. she didn't want to see her expression or find out what she thought about that. "there have been days where i've fallen after an episode because i thought there was someone there." her eyes welled up with tears as she thought about it, but quickly wiped at her eyes, not wanting regina to see. regina wanted to help her and allyson really wanted to let her. "oh, uhm... they never let me listen to music outside or do anything creative outside. it was always inside, just in case my hallucinations got the worst of me and i hurt someone while trying to get away from things." she hoped that she explained that right.

₊˚⊹ ⁀➴ ᰔ‧₊˚⊹ closed starter. a mid - afternoon at prism falls library — feat. hana and allyson !

☆ﾟ*·ﾟwhenever allyson felt stressed, she told stories, so it was only fair that she was a librarian. she could spend all of her days surrounded by books, stories, and wonderful adventures that could take her so many spectacular places. the blonde found that organizing the books and putting them back where they belonged was weirdly satisfying. it gave her a sense of calm and order, something that she needed in her life. after a particularly bad night of nightmares, she always knew that going into work and organizing all of the books would give her something else to focus on.