When you grow up, your heart dies

"Oh," Corin said, resting her head on her hand. "I was hopin’ it’d be somethin’ I haven’t heard before. Everthin’ I listen to has gotten pretty borin’."

thesingingwitch:

erintheweirdo:

Surprised by that, Erin blinked a couple of times and kept frowning at Allison. “Scram?” she murmured, and shook her head lightly. “It sounds as if you’re running away from something, or someone.” 

Shaking her head, Allison gave her an assured smile. "I'm not running away. Not yet. If the opportunity arises, who knows? But right now, I guess I'm going home."

Your parents, what did they do to you?

"You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?"

"You seem like the kinda guy who has a lot of friends."

erintheweirdo:

Erin was smiling, but that last statement made her frown softly. She glanced at the bag Allison was carrying and then looked up again, a little confused. “Just in case?” she asked, unable to contain herself. 

"Just in case I've got to scram," she replied, a small smile appearing. "You never know when the time will come."

usedtheexhatethee

"I don't aim to be," the brunette replied, raising an eyebrow. She then realised the girl wasn't going anywhere and looked forward again, sighing.

snap-thejobsagame

Corin stared down at the book in front her, attempting to make out the words on the pages. She had left her glasses at home, so finishing this chapter and doing her homework was going to be impossible. She looked up for a moment to the only other person in the room, but looked back down at the book.

snap-thejobsagame

Rather sensitive ears Mary had, being trained to catch a child’s whisper that could change everything about her approached, so it took no effort whatsoever to catch the whistle. She turned her head, and kept her gaze at the stranger.

Stopping her whistling, Allison raised an eyebrow at the stranger, glancing over her shoulder. She must have thought that she was trying to catch her attention to tell her something. "Yes?"

thesingingwitch:

"I’m just curious," she replied defensively, sitting up properly. "I’ll tell you what I’m afraid of. Wasps and needles." And being forgotten. But something was stopping her from pointing that one out.

"Fair enough. ‘M afraid o’ clowns." And her loved ones dying.

"Clowns. I always liked clowns," Allison grinned, her voice soft. She nodded at the name. "Yeah. Charmed."

Allison couldn’t help but smile back, burying her face in the piles of junk on the table. After a couple of minutes, she looked back up. “What scares you?”

"I'm just curious," she replied defensively, sitting up properly. "I'll tell you what I'm afraid of. Wasps and needles." And being forgotten. But something was stopping her from pointing that one out.

Hearing someone come back, she peeked out from under her hood and bit a nail. “Back so soon?” she asked, half-smiling at the girl. “I thought I scared you away.”

"Nay. I am not scared away tha’ easily. Y’wanna scare me away? I suggest y’try harder." The mere thought of this girl scaring her away (after everything that she’s been through already) was laughable, really. The girl gave the other a wry grin.

Allison couldn't help but smile back, burying her face in the piles of junk on the table. After a couple of minutes, she looked back up. "What scares you?"