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This Is An Open Post for Allison Hargreeves. Please Post Your Starters, Prompts, Texts, etc. Here!

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I mean, I'm DONE wallowing. I'm going to be happy. We might as well be happy together, right? Like the song!

Edited 2020-08-08 19:09 (UTC)

Probably goes without saying that I'm happier with you back, anyway.

I mean, all of you. Applies to everyone.
But still, you especially.

I knoew the feeling.

For rthe record, it means a lot to me.

[ Even to this day, Luther's constantly marveling that she even still likes him; he always assumes the worst, thinking Allison would have moved on by now. And yet. And yet. ]

What, me being glad that you're here?

[ And not dead? He can't bring himself to type that last part, although it's the thought that just keeps bouncing around the back of his skull. ]

That you care so mmuch about me.
I'm heer because of you, Luther.

Anybody would've done it.

[ It's almost funny sometimes, how abashed humility now goes hand-in-hand with this once-cocky leader of the Academy. ]

Maybe, but YOU did.

Im not sure anyoen but you could've gotten through to me in that moment, you know?

I don't know what I would've done. If I'd lost you.

I know.

I mean, I cna't imagine life without you in it, either.

[ There was still ten years of it, he thinks, but doesn't say. Instead tries to kick himself out of it, the subtle malaise that occasionally sinks its teeth in whenever he thinks of how much time they'd lost. The wrong choice he'd made. The resulting years she'd spent with others who weren't him. Stop fucking moping, Luther. ]

When are you heading home?

[ If only he knew, if there was some way to tell him, that every night she'd spent away from him she'd stared up at the moon and thought of him... Luther had never really been gone for Allison. He's always been present in her thoughts and in her heart. ]

I'm in a cab now. The Macarena is on the radio!

[ He is never, ever going to be over how cute this woman is. Too bad he struggles to bring himself to say anything openly about it, but he's still smiling fondly as he texts— ]

Try not to dance along to it in the cab, huh?