~a girl of flowing air~

𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕟𝟙𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕟𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 -- indie and private original character Allison Harley for HBO's The Pitt. night shift nurse, older sister type, moon lover, do no harm but take no shit, heartache with a smile.

An Independent, Private & Selective OFC, Dr. Igraine Hale, from HBO's The Pitt. Coordinated by Kenna. She/Her. 31. EST. Minors DNI. Crossover & Multiship Friendly. Read guidelines first before interacting. Mature content tagged. #DRHALEPITT

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「 CARRD 」 「 MEMES 」 「 HC 」 「STARTERS 」 「 PLOTTING CALL 」

ᴄᴏᴍʙxᴛᴘᴜʟꜱᴇ;

“Healing isn’t heroic. It’s repetitive. It’s stitching the same kind of wound at three in the morning while pretending you don’t see how easily it could’ve been yours. People think we’re fearless. We’re not. We’re just practiced at swallowing it long enough to keep our hands steady.”

ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ɪᴘꜱ. ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ-ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ. ʟᴏʀᴇ-ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. ꜱʟᴏᴡ-ʙᴜʀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ.

21+ / ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄꜱ ᴀʙᴜɴᴅᴀɴᴛ - ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

@thenamesallison continued from here

"seems like you already know don't you. people like us don't ask questions we don't already know the answers to." she leans against the counter, hands splayed out as she tries to keep herself grounded. she can't exactly lose control now because then she loses the upper hand. she won't ever lose the upper hand again.

Ally folded her arms across her chest as she stood across from her friend, her best friend- two immovable objects staring each other down. "Yeah, and I want you to say it out loud. It feels a lot different when you say it."

She's not expecting anyone -- Liza purposefully marked herself on her calendar as 'busy' for a block of twenty minutes today just so she could squeeze in at least fifteen minutes of okay-ish nap time so she doesn't snap at someone. This week has been hellish -- literal explosions resulting in mountains of paperwork and reports, press releases, memos, emails...

Fifteen minutes of quiet isn't too much to ask, right?

The universe must hate her, because six minutes into her allotted twenty, her office door swings open then snaps shut in quick succession, and she startles -- gasping and then groaning in pain as her head hits her desk. Because her brilliant nap spot was under her desk -- just in case someone walked past and peeked inside.

Her meeting had just ended and while she had ten minutes to herself, Ally thought she'd go say hi to a friend. Ally and Liza didn't hang out regularly, but she was a friendly face at SHIELD.

Ally knocked twice before swinging the door open, brows furrowing at first when she didn't see anyone. Then she heard the loud thump, eyes tracking to the desk, and she quickly figures out what is going on.

There’s  a  beat  of  laughter,  an  unmistakable  fond  grin  tugging  at  the  corners  of  her  mouth  as  she  folds  herself  around  the  girl  in  a  quick,  practiced  hug.  “I  can’t  wait  to  get  the  tour—  sounds  like  you’re  actually  starting  to  call  this  place  home.” Her  arms  tighten  for  a  second,  the  closest  she’s  going  to  get  to  saying  I  missed  you  for  now.  She  pulls  back,  a  small  groan  escaping  at  the  mention  of  the  trip.

“The  journey  was  as  smooth  as  you  can  expect  from  Washington  in  the  middle  of  winter,”  she  drawls,  stepping  fully  out  of  the  driver’s  seat  after  having  been  only  half  out  when  Nicolette  bombarded  her. The  ’63  Mustang  Fastback  was  a  project  car  she  loved  to  pieces  —  and  also,  admittedly,  a  bit  of  a  deathtrap,  though  less  so  after  her  renovations.  It  had  not  appreciated  the  seven‑hour  haul.

"It's been home for a long time," Ally admitted. "I started living here as a student when I was eleven. But it is different as an adult. A teacher. You know, I have authority now. That's crazy." Ally takes a step back to allow Nadia to actually get out of her car. "Is there anything I can help carry?"

She rolled her eyes a bit at the mention of the trip. "Yeah, that drive must stuck." She's never actually driven it herself; she didn't learn to drive until post Thanos' snap, and flying was always so much faster. "We have plenty of warmth inside."

@thenamesallison paged: "éveline catherine margaret mayeux!"

evvie swallows when she hears her full name. not out of guilt or panic. never that. okay sometimes that. but not this time, this time it's because she's trying to register her best friend saying her full name and she's trying to stay calm about it. "i know damn well you didn't just call me that." evvie doesn't snap but her words are clipped.

"You know damn well I wouldn't if there wasn't a good reason." Ally is standing with her arms folded across her chest, stance grounded, strong, but her expression is softer. She looks over at her friend with sympathy and perhaps a tinge of pain.