[Backdated}Two celebrations in one.
Characters: Allen Walker and Lenalee Lee
When: Sunday night 25th of December
Where: The apartment they ended up claiming after arrival.
What: Two young exorcists resting for the day while one of them makes sure not to mention what this date coincides with.
Open or Closed?: Closed
Rating/Warning: *sideglance at both of them* Yea no warnings other than potential fluff and both of them being dense derps.
The first day of Christmas. Even though they were stuck in what seemed to be an entirely different world, it seemed some things were still the same. The events with the tree had been fairly disturbing but that had concluded in a positive, even if puzzling manner.
Allen walked up to the window and pulled the curtains aside just a bit. Outside the snow was fairly heavy over the alien scenery. So many tall buildings, nothing like what he had seen back home or even on Noah's Ark. Until Abax, that had been the most advanced thing he'd seen. Well Komui's robots were certainly advanced but in terms of abilities the Ark won out.
The white haired young man closed his eyes and tried yet again to use his ability as the musician. Again it ended in futility. That haunting song he always heard when using the gate ability was simply not there. It felt both like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders but also as if a piece of him had been torn out. His new identity and role as the musician had become so second nature it felt odd.
He turned away from the window and walked up to the mellow fire nestled within the fireplace. He grabbed one of the chunks of wood he'd cut up from some of the useless pieces of furniture and tossed it in. The fire engulfed it, devouring the added fuel with loud snaps and crackling. He idly poked at the wood with the poker, as his thoughts drifted to more personal things. This day had a special meaning to most people of his world. Yet only one special meaning to him.
Well there had been others but they had long since departed this world. If he closed his eyes, Allen could almost relive that night when it all started. The warm back carrying him through snow. The kind words of a crazy man. He didn't care if Mana was not exactly sane. He had been the first to show him true kindness. No, that was wrong. There had been another. A small dog, the one who had thawed his frozen heart with basic acts of affection, something he'd hungered for no matter how much Allen had denied it to himself. And that dog died. Just like Mana died. For so long after he became Cross's unfortunate disciple, Allen thought himself as cursed in ways beyond the scar the Mana had given him after Allen had turned him into an AKUMA.
How could he not believe that when everyone who loved him ended up dead sooner or later? Since then he'd learned to see the truth about that but the fear that it could happen again at any time was still there deep down and ever since he had learned of the 14th inside him, he'd started to put slight distance between himself and the others. The distance was slight and subtle so most probably never noticed it.
And now he was stuck in such an ominous place. To make things more precarious, he was not alone. Lenalee had ended up here as well. That certainly changed his priorities. Allen had to find a way back if not for both of them, at least for her. Sadly, the intent to do good was rarely enough to change reality in such ways. So the most he was able to do was find this place where they could take shelter. Food would have been a bit of an issue. If not for the whole town being deserted that is. He'd ransacked several stores, leaving the entire aisles empty.
One of the rooms in the apartment had been dedicated entirely to grocery storage. Sometimes he hated his unearthly appetite. It made sustaining him so costly both in terms of financing and time. Lenalee seemed to rise to that chalenge quite eagerly though. He'd heard Jeryy had been giving her cooking lessons and so far he had to admit Lenalee's cooking was some of the best he ever had. As expected when her teacher was none other than the cooking master of the Black Order. Come to think of it she had chased him out of the kitchen sometime around evening and any attempt to go in and check on her had been thwarted by Timcampy for some odd reason. In the end he settled on tending to the fire and contemplating their next move.
When: Sunday night 25th of December
Where: The apartment they ended up claiming after arrival.
What: Two young exorcists resting for the day while one of them makes sure not to mention what this date coincides with.
Open or Closed?: Closed
Rating/Warning: *sideglance at both of them* Yea no warnings other than potential fluff and both of them being dense derps.
The first day of Christmas. Even though they were stuck in what seemed to be an entirely different world, it seemed some things were still the same. The events with the tree had been fairly disturbing but that had concluded in a positive, even if puzzling manner.
Allen walked up to the window and pulled the curtains aside just a bit. Outside the snow was fairly heavy over the alien scenery. So many tall buildings, nothing like what he had seen back home or even on Noah's Ark. Until Abax, that had been the most advanced thing he'd seen. Well Komui's robots were certainly advanced but in terms of abilities the Ark won out.
The white haired young man closed his eyes and tried yet again to use his ability as the musician. Again it ended in futility. That haunting song he always heard when using the gate ability was simply not there. It felt both like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders but also as if a piece of him had been torn out. His new identity and role as the musician had become so second nature it felt odd.
He turned away from the window and walked up to the mellow fire nestled within the fireplace. He grabbed one of the chunks of wood he'd cut up from some of the useless pieces of furniture and tossed it in. The fire engulfed it, devouring the added fuel with loud snaps and crackling. He idly poked at the wood with the poker, as his thoughts drifted to more personal things. This day had a special meaning to most people of his world. Yet only one special meaning to him.
Well there had been others but they had long since departed this world. If he closed his eyes, Allen could almost relive that night when it all started. The warm back carrying him through snow. The kind words of a crazy man. He didn't care if Mana was not exactly sane. He had been the first to show him true kindness. No, that was wrong. There had been another. A small dog, the one who had thawed his frozen heart with basic acts of affection, something he'd hungered for no matter how much Allen had denied it to himself. And that dog died. Just like Mana died. For so long after he became Cross's unfortunate disciple, Allen thought himself as cursed in ways beyond the scar the Mana had given him after Allen had turned him into an AKUMA.
How could he not believe that when everyone who loved him ended up dead sooner or later? Since then he'd learned to see the truth about that but the fear that it could happen again at any time was still there deep down and ever since he had learned of the 14th inside him, he'd started to put slight distance between himself and the others. The distance was slight and subtle so most probably never noticed it.
And now he was stuck in such an ominous place. To make things more precarious, he was not alone. Lenalee had ended up here as well. That certainly changed his priorities. Allen had to find a way back if not for both of them, at least for her. Sadly, the intent to do good was rarely enough to change reality in such ways. So the most he was able to do was find this place where they could take shelter. Food would have been a bit of an issue. If not for the whole town being deserted that is. He'd ransacked several stores, leaving the entire aisles empty.
One of the rooms in the apartment had been dedicated entirely to grocery storage. Sometimes he hated his unearthly appetite. It made sustaining him so costly both in terms of financing and time. Lenalee seemed to rise to that chalenge quite eagerly though. He'd heard Jeryy had been giving her cooking lessons and so far he had to admit Lenalee's cooking was some of the best he ever had. As expected when her teacher was none other than the cooking master of the Black Order. Come to think of it she had chased him out of the kitchen sometime around evening and any attempt to go in and check on her had been thwarted by Timcampy for some odd reason. In the end he settled on tending to the fire and contemplating their next move.