[Week 9, day 7] ...Lenalee...Sorry just doesn't cut it
Who: mistyredhead, nec_metu, infiniillusion and Timcanpy.
Status: Closed
Style: Third person, past tense
Where: Hisato, Lenalee and Allen's house.
When: Week 9, Day 7, continued from this thread
Rating: R for character death
Warnings: ANGST LIKE WHOA Lavi, you just got here, seriously
( Just... too much at the same time )
Status: Closed
Style: Third person, past tense
Where: Hisato, Lenalee and Allen's house.
When: Week 9, Day 7, continued from this thread
Rating: R for character death
Warnings: ANGST LIKE WHOA Lavi, you just got here, seriously
( Just... too much at the same time )
It was something else to see the body in person. Different than the videos, different than her dreams. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, though she wasn’t really sure that they had ever stopped.
“Allen…” She couldn’t say more than that, voice thick from all the crying. She ran the last few steps to meet Lavi, hovering uncertainly without really even seeing the Bookman, too transfixed on the body. Oh, his throat… Her hand drifted up, but did not touch the gash, or any part of him. It simply stayed there, an inch away, too afraid to touch but too afraid to pull away.
None of this was right. The blood matted around his neck, the stiffness of his body, the half-closed glassy eyes and the barely registered Tim fluttering around her, frenzied. It was all too wrong, as wrong as anything could be. Wrong like the dreams, wrong like the video, but worse all at once. Her breath caught in a sob. It felt like she was never going to stop crying.
Her hand finally settled over his chest, lacking the nerve to touch dead skin. There were blood stains she hadn’t seen against the black of the uniform, but could now feel, dry and scratchy against her skin. And she was used to blood, as she was used to death, as she was used to wounds. But it was Allen, and somehow that unwound everything.
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