#isabelleargent

Send me a HELLO and I’ll answer…

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

Allison doesn't like to cry in front of her younger sister (Isabelle-argent) - her sister has become strong, just how Allison was at her age. And she doesn't like to show Isabelle that she's sad, or can be - the darkness inside her sometimes consumes her which makes every little family memory hurt, creates Allison being weak and vulnerable.

"---Okay, can you please stop staring? You're stressing me out"

         "I am SOOOOOO BOREEEEDDDD. Oh my God. Save me from my boredom. I am so bored I might die. I may literally die of boredom. I didn't think it was possible, and yet here I am. My heart, thinking it has no reason to go on, will just cease it's beating, and I'll keel over dead. Unless you fix this immediately."

"Isabelle..." Allison rolled her dark eyes, entering her own room watching her younger sister rampaging through her closet. "How many times do I have to tell you; You are not allowed to borrow my clothes - or use any weapons I've locked in there."