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1. POST A TOP LEVEL FOR YOUR CHARACTER + PICTURES (please link images if they are large)
2. ICLY RATE OTHER CHARACTERS 1-10!
3. HAVE A VERY CRUCIAL AND IMPORTANT DISCUSSION ON SUCH RATINGS!
4. HAVE FUN!

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[numberthree]

[ Allison shouldn't be smiling. She. Really. Really. Shouldn't.
It's stupid. Dangerous, maybe even. But she can't stop. ]


What?

[obediences]

[ He's wise to your ways, Allison Hargreeves. He's not walking into that trap. Sets one of his own instead. ]

Anyway. 10, as if there's any question.

[numberthree]

[ Stupid, and silly, and dangerous as it might be, it's fun, too. Harmless, really. Which is why whatever she was expecting back for her tiny press at his barely calling her on her words, it wasn't this response. It wasn't suddenly feeling her chest hollow and her throat dry. In a snap. It wasn't a shift back to that stupid answer.

That should matter even less. But suddenly makes it feel almost impossible to breathe.
The number. And the absolutely throw way 'obviouslness' he dismisses it with.
That it takes a second to even figure out how to swallow past. ]


Flatterer.



[ Is she vain enough to care? Sure. A little. Maybe even a little too much. Because it is Luther.
But, maybe, even vainer about the fact it's the rest of her, that isn't her makeup or her clothes, that Luther sees, too. ]

[obediences]

Only to you. Don't let any of the others know.

[ Kind of a joke. Kind of not. A tip of the hat to the favouritism that he isn't supposed to display as leader; an acknowledgment of the glaring Achilles heel that they all know about anyway. ]

[numberthree]

They'd have to kill me first.

[ The bravado is easy. At least the words. Nothing else chooses to stay still. The frayed edges that burned at one end and squeezed too tight at the other. He is right in that she needs little validation to know how she looks. Movies and magazines sales in the millions proved it for over a decade, and the new contract here, too. Which still wasn't the same. Billions of people who didn't matter, weren't ever quite real.

And Luther. Whether Luther agreed. Whether it even mattered to him or was just an indispensable, ledgered fact. (And that somehow forever sore realization it really did matter to her if it did or didn't to him.) Except she knew that wasn't it entirely either. She wasn't stupid. She didn't miss the few seconds. Here and there. Still. Ornate dresses and Swear-Ins. Luther dumbfounded, Momentarily wide-eyed. Tripping over his tongue. The tension the prickled slowly tighter and tighter in the greenhouse, that was as familiar as her old costume would have been.

But it was tangled up so much deeper. It always would be. In this place. In home. In.

In whatever they were becoming. Might be so long as they were all thrown together, here, and saving the world back home. Being made, again, of the two people who had lived the lives that proved they could live without each other. The strange new shape, that they were building from, with so many ghosts of those once upon a time children around them, and so many shards of those lives that broken around them too recently to avoid stepping on easily. ]