#codie-mohren

where: Doughfellas .

it’s nearing that time of the night where the human world closes its eyes, and port leiry’s underbelly rolls into awareness. it’s the first time he’s taken his eyes off of matteo in god knows how long, and his brother still flickers across his gaze like sun spots. the curse turns into into an infection. matteo’s in the alley with him, across the street, waving at him from a car window. he’s in the fuck-ass pizza resteraunt, sitting at a table, staring at him with dead eyes. i’m dying. you’re killing me. i’m killing you. we’re killing each other. césar knows it’s not real, he rubs the exhaustion out of his eyes. it stings more than it clears his vision. he knows it’s not real, but he’s here to try and tap into whatever flickering glances are left of his brothers humanity. pizza is a bullshit way to get there, but he has to try something, matteo’s refusing rabbits.

nonverbal prompts, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        allie's searching for the last bits of warmth as winter comes to collect its due. she knows it's only natural- cyclical. the spring will wake up her flowers and greenery and all of the sleeping creatures beneath the snow. but as long as they're kept away, hiding or wilting, allie struggles to feel them. well, even that's not true. she can still feel them, and she always, always will- but she can feel their little bodies curling up for warmth, then frosting. she can feel the bone-cold, the quivering in leaves and petals alike. it's only natural, allie only wishes that it didn't hurt so much.

        most days, all of her searching just means leaving the apartment, which she's pretty good at. after all, last year's winter brought fear and uncertainty, heartbreak and friends trapped where her heart nor magic could reach them. even if this winter was colder, it couldn't be worse. and, anyways, it's not here yet. allie's just fine in her cute sweaters, skirts, and those clever little fleece lined tights.

        and the fall is only unbearable so long as you're alone, so allie's found company in the park. here, she's never alone, because of the trees, and the animals skittering across the branches, but there's often other people here. this time, allie's curious eye is drawn to a girl with dark hair, crouched over something that she can't see. when allie approaches her, the girl turns around with a sunshine smile- and flowers!

        " oh my gosh, you found some?! thank you! " she squeals, taking the stem tenderly between her fingers, brushing against the skin of the other. allie feels a rush of evergreen, and the sensation of fur against flesh. it flutters past her in the wind, and she only smiles. " sometimes i wish we could bundle up the whole park somewhere warm, to keep everything from sleeping. they probably wouldn't like it so much though, the animals. being ... stuck. "