[Closed] Sound the bugle
Characters: Allen Walker dark_thespian and Rhode Kamelot dreams_are_mine
When: After this.
Where: Howl's Castle.
Rating: Pg, but who knows with Road.
Summary: Allen has problems he doesn't even know he has and Road never needs an excuse for a visit.
The castle is empty as always. Allen has long since given up the home that Merlin would regain his memories or any other Exorcist would arrive in Adstringendum. He'd even take Chaoji's cold stares of betrayal. It was better than the void he looked upon when Lucifer wasn't riding his body. Pathetic, his life was better when he was being used.
Something about that made him feel like he'd been walking forever and his legs were starting to ache too much to keep going. Master once called that World Weary. He'd point out those people in taverns and tell him that he'd never live that long. No exorcist did.
Allen shook his head and ran a hand through his pale white hair before he sat back down with his sewing project. It had been in stages since Lucifer went back to Nick. But he'd been working on it steadily and it was nearly done. He checked the pins with one hand, smoothing the fabric out with a his left black hand.
Pieces of his old uniform had been sewn together with a trench coat he'd found suitable. It was black and maybe of a tougher material just like the uniform. That was enough for him to start studying how the stitching worked in his coat. He had a spare if this didn't work. Allen pauses as the fire burns too low to see and tosses another log on it, prodding at it with the hot poker to stroke it up higher. Maybe he should move to a smaller place It would be easier to keep heated and less memories lingering like ghosts.
When: After this.
Where: Howl's Castle.
Rating: Pg, but who knows with Road.
Summary: Allen has problems he doesn't even know he has and Road never needs an excuse for a visit.
The castle is empty as always. Allen has long since given up the home that Merlin would regain his memories or any other Exorcist would arrive in Adstringendum. He'd even take Chaoji's cold stares of betrayal. It was better than the void he looked upon when Lucifer wasn't riding his body. Pathetic, his life was better when he was being used.
Something about that made him feel like he'd been walking forever and his legs were starting to ache too much to keep going. Master once called that World Weary. He'd point out those people in taverns and tell him that he'd never live that long. No exorcist did.
Allen shook his head and ran a hand through his pale white hair before he sat back down with his sewing project. It had been in stages since Lucifer went back to Nick. But he'd been working on it steadily and it was nearly done. He checked the pins with one hand, smoothing the fabric out with a his left black hand.
Pieces of his old uniform had been sewn together with a trench coat he'd found suitable. It was black and maybe of a tougher material just like the uniform. That was enough for him to start studying how the stitching worked in his coat. He had a spare if this didn't work. Allen pauses as the fire burns too low to see and tosses another log on it, prodding at it with the hot poker to stroke it up higher. Maybe he should move to a smaller place It would be easier to keep heated and less memories lingering like ghosts.