argaents.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒. it is a welcome promise of spring flowers and, perhaps, FRESH STARTS, and so she-artemis walks the street bare-faced to catch the rivulets of water running down her cheeks. it drips off the end of her nose and collects in the dip of her collarbones, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ, but she has long since accepted frosted fingers and quaking bones. she, too, is cold to the touch beneath her layers, HAVING BEEN DOWN THE RIVER ACHERON AND BACK, cheeks kissed by death herself. they are flushed pink now and rounded with a bit of a smile that does not betray her unease. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 and she fears what awaits her in the people she left behind. but allison cannot hide the jolt to her system that the stranger ignites, THOUGH THE GIRL’S TONE IS APOLOGETIC, and her smile very quickly slides a little crooked with her uncertainty. ❝ oh! um. hey, yeah. i think you’re talking about old ben’s store. THAT’S JUST A FEW MORE BLOCKS FROM HERE. if you don’t mind walking in the rain, i can help you get there. ❞
PREPARED ENOUGH TO LET HERSELF WORK THROUGH IT ALONE, she’s glad she finds the voice within herself to make a good call – the girl opposite, droplets falling from her figure, has some capacity to help her out. bella notes how, while she typically thought positive of her sense of functionality, her capability to get herself in these situations were always bound to hinder her – despite, perhaps, that it was her own bold curiosity that led her down these trails full of mishaps. BUT HERE SHE WAS, getting herself out of it, like she did everytime. her head nods, eager – ❛ that’s great – no, yeah, i’m good. thank you so much – ❜ she’s trying to carry her tone at a volume great enough to overpower the downpour, and she feels at odds with herself to have so much NOISE around her. ❛ here, we can share my umbrella – i’m bella, by the way! ❜
