it's so loud inside my head

[selfdeluded]

[It had been nearly a week since Allen had returned home only for his roommate to tell him that he'd been missing for days. Honestly, most of it was still hazy in his head - there were so many things rattling around up there anymore that it wasn't entirely surprising that he couldn't make sense of what was his anymore and what wasn't. ...But he

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[historyandblood]

[You're catching Vampvi just as he's getting ready to flop down into his bed. He freezes mid-way through bracing his knee on the edge of the four-poster bed, and offers Allen a confused sort of look.]

[Bro, you sound awful.]

Allen?

[selfdeluded]

[Doesn't he know it. He keeps slipping, falling into the fire and watching his sire burn and the person he cared about so much dying, and then pulling out of it, and then falling back in all over again. Allen closes the door and leans his back against it, silent for a moment as he watches Lavi with a horrified sort of expectancy.

Waiting, perhaps, to see if he would catch fire and turn to ash all over again.

But nothing happens, and Allen sucks in a breath-- he takes one step, then another, and then forgoes the walking all together, practically launching across the room to tackle Lavi and land on the bed with him.]

[historyandblood]

[He meets Allen's gaze and falls into a statue-stillness, puzzled at the writhing coming from under all that ticking. Whatever Allen saw, it horrified him, and that is alarming in itself. What could do that to another vampire to make them this scared?]

[Of course, nothing happens, and Lavi is still as a statue.]

[At least until he's launched into, and he makes a confused sort of sound when his back meets the bed.]

[selfdeluded]

[One arm is wrapped around Lavi before he even lands, and when he does Allen immediately brings his nose up into the other vampire's hair, trying to find even the slightest trace of the scent of burning flesh, or lingering bits of plaster, anything. The other hand is up, holding on to Lavi's face, part to hold it still and part just to make sure he's really, honest-to-god there.

His nose trails down to Lavi's temple, over his cheek bone, and down to his jaw, where he can see the scar on his sire's neck... and Allen lets out a shuddering breath, plopping his head down next to Lavi's.] You're okay...

[historyandblood]

[No burning flesh here! Just the smell of a couple of finders, and probably dust from the old strip bar that has long since been abandoned in the wake of new dressing room inhabitants. For once, he allows himself to listen to Allen, remaining perfectly still in the other vampire's hold, save for his hand, which slowly finds Allen's back and rests there.]

[For the most part, he's somewhat taken back by the way that Allen is panicking, and so he doesn't say anything until he feels the other relax.]

... 'course I'm okay. [What's gotten into you?]

[selfdeluded]

[A lot of the tension leaves Allen's shoulders with that hand against his back, and Allen draws in a shaky breath, Still a little panicked, still very much not right yet, but better. A lot better. He trails his fingers over Lavi's cheek idly, just trying to gather himself enough to not seem quite so... Alarming. He tilts his head and noses at Lavi's cheek just barely. S-sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.] ...had to make sure.

[historyandblood]

[He's already feeling alarmed; just about the only way to get him to come down from that is to actually stop ticking like a time bomb. Tilts his head toward the touch, humming very softly.]

... What... [His voice feels weird, talking this loud. He clears his throat.] What happened?

[selfdeluded]

[Allen immediately shakes his head, ducking it down to hide against the crook between shoulder and neck - hopefully it's the side without the scar, though he might not have enough sense of mind to care even if it was.]

Can't... I can't talk about it. When I do it keeps slipping away from me...

[historyandblood]

[Thankfully, it is. Lavi frowns and lets his head fall back, tightening his hold around Allen and staring up at the canopy above the bed.]

... tell me what you remember then?

[selfdeluded]

Fire. [Though he knows he shouldn't, Allen is more than happy to stay where he is on top of Lavi, though he snakes that one hand up to thread his fingers through Lavi's hair.] Fire, and blood, and Allen... They killed Allen, and you burned-- I know it wasn't real, but it still..

[historyandblood]

... dream?

[That's really the only thing he can think this is. Lavi tilts his head back with the touch, and brings his own hand up to stroke Allen's hair. He... he's trying to be reassuring 8|]

[selfdeluded]

I don't know... Allen thought so, too. [God, he hopes it wasn't a dream. What would that say about his head? But at the same time... what would it mean if it wasn't? Still, he does seem to be relaxing at least someone with the hand to his hair, even if it's not an exceptionally large amount.]

...'m staying here today. [Good luck trying to kick him out. :'| ]

[historyandblood]

[Not going to try to, not at all.] If ya think ya have to stay, then don't leave.

[He does manage to extract himself from Allen for a brief moment, mostly to pull the curtains on the four-poster shut, and when he comes back he curls into Allen's side, tucking his nose into the side of the other's neck while pulling him closer.]

[selfdeluded]

[He didn't really feel like he had to-- he just wanted to be near his sire, as stupid as it seemed. To make sure nothing happened. He's reluctant to let Lavi pull away, but he does, watching him pull the curtains shut (still so paranoid; it was nice to see some things didn't change).

When he lies down again Allen wraps both arms around Lavi, and rests his head over the other vampire's with a very soft hum.]

[historyandblood]

[He squirms a little, trying to get comfortable. By all means, he should be used to another body in his bed; but he still hasn't quite adapted to it yet.. And Allen still sounds so twisted up and...]

[It'll be hard to sleep like this.]

[Nosing at his throat slightly, trying to get comfortable.]

[selfdeluded]

[For as much static as there is in his head at the moment, Allen's still with it enough to know that Lavi is uncomfortable; so he unwinds one of his arms from around him, and tangles his fingers in the other's shirt instead. More room would help, right?]