I am fast running out, myself. kandescenceNovember 29 2011, 23:02:25 UTC
[There's the slightest of furrows creasing Kanda's brow. Apparently that tiny sound has a disproportionate resonance, reaching some deep part of his subconscious that recognizes it and cannot stay asleep.
Still, he doesn't come awake all at once, as though his mind is playing some kind of trick on him: he's aware of positions first--the face nestled against his throat; the individual digits of the hand below his heart and the cool crescents of fingernails resting on his skin; the pads of his own fingers light against the smooth line leading to the small of a back; the slightly crooked legs, not quite interlaced, a thigh resting just between his knees; the instep of one foot brushing the contour of a calf with the light dusting of hair there.
The grip of his arm tightens somewhat. His senses extend to encompass the room--quiet and still, part of a calm that lengthens beyond the closed door. His body knows that it's daylight out, though the drawn curtains keep the light diffuse. No sounds of movement filter in from beyond, even outside on the streets everything seems still. Maybe it's contagious: Kanda feels no urgency to move. His eyes stay closed, though he's awake now, for a certain value of wakefulness.
So long as he's still, so long as he's calm enough, the inevitable questions--his companion's identity, the events that led here--might continue to pass overhead, missing their mark and so as not to settle in his mind.
Not for long, though. Not long now: they swing closer with each pass.]
At least you had some to start with :|excommunicatedNovember 30 2011, 00:35:50 UTC
[No. No, even if Kanda is awake it doesn't mean Allen has to be awake too. Nope, not happening. Sorry.
It's so not happening, in fact, that to emphasis the stubbornness his body moves closer to the warmth of the other body beside him: his nose bumps up against Kanda's earlobe. The hand at his chest slides to the other side and winds a stray strand of hair between the outstretched fingers as he shifts his body in closer and the leg between Kanda's knees sliding between them further. None of it is aggressive or pressing for anything more than a want for that undisturbed closeness to remain undisturbed, as if there is a sense that the chances of it being taken away really are drawing nearer and nearer.
Ah, it's not going to happen. Allen heaves a slow breath though his nose, resigning to the fact that he is, in fact, awake. Or at least on his way to being awake. He continues to nuzzle into the warmth beside him for a few more stubborn seconds before several thoughts filter in through his groggy conciousness.
He isn't alone was the first thought. The second, which followed quickly after, told him exactly who he wasn't alone with. It was difficult to say how he knew exactly--perhaps it was just the sense of the body shape and size, maybe the familiar scent that he was now in very close proximity to--but he did and the moment that came into his mind his entire body tenses and he held his breath.
There isn't any gesture for him to move away, he just stays very still and quiet, hoping that if he doesn't shift too much Kanda won't notice and he won't die just yet. Because, really, he is going to die, make no mistake. Whatever happened will be blamed on--wait, what did happen? He can tell that there are...not many clothes left between them, but at this point he doesn't dare shift to really check to what extent clothes are lacking. Hell, Allen's even a little scared to breath at this point.]
Yeah and this marks the first time I've ever used half of 'em!kandescenceDecember 2 2011, 02:02:10 UTC
[Kanda's eyes open in the span of a heartbeat, wide and shocked with realization at both Allen's wakefulness and his own awareness--because when exactly did he realize that it's the stupid Beansprout who's lying there pressed up against him?! (He's not sure, but it must have been some time ago, since he's not even shocked to see the mussed white hair in the periphery of his vision or just catch the top corner of the pentacle-shaped scar on his companion's brow. It's more an experience of opening his eyes to see exactly what he expects to find.)
But that means that he's in bed with Allen. Not just sleeping--Kanda could have dealt with that.
He's embracing him, and Allen is practically wrapped around him, and they're both wearing...maybe nothing at all, and yes it's true that Kanda set out from the Order looking for the damn idealistic fool, but never because he was planning on this!
Feeling frozen in place, Kanda tries to breathe slowly, evenly, calmly. He closes his eyes again, sets his jaw, and doesn't say a word, as though if he can just manage to force himself back across the line towards sleep he'll find that all of this is nothing but a surreal and inexplicable dream.]
Lies and slander, I'm sure ;pexcommunicatedDecember 2 2011, 21:54:01 UTC
[Allen knows he has to breathe; not doing so would result in a sudden intake or exhale that would definitely draw more attention to him (as though being in bed with Kanda Yuu wasn't in and of itself drawing attention to him). So he makes himself exhale slowly and forces himself into a steady breathing pattern. It sounds so loud to him echoing off the curve of Kanda's neck and back at him, is it really that loud? Does it sound as panicked as he feels?
He keeps as still as possible there beside Kanda, unknowingly having a similar reaction of if he stays still, if he pushes himself back toward sleep then he doesn't have to deal with Kanda's fury, he can avoid any messy talking about what may have happened, he can fool himself into thinking that it isn't a big deal.
And yet there he is, wide awake now, eyes fully open and only closing when he blinks--lashes close enough to Kanda's skin to brush against him--heart pounding in his ears and the tip of his nose resting against the pulse in Kanda's neck.
Allen knows that Kanda's awake as well, and he's pretty sure the exorcist is aware of Allen's conciousness too, so why isn't he kicking him out? Why isn't he being slammed furiously against the wall by his throat and facing all of Kanda's ire? It doesn't make sense.
Kanda's pulse...
His eyes flicker up briefly without moving his head, staring at the lines of Kanda's neck and jaw, holding a breath between his teeth to listen to Kanda's instead. And then there's an urge to move his mouth to Kanda's neck, to press his lips to that pulse and--where the hell is that urge coming from? It's Kanda, for goodness sake. Why is that thought there?
Maybe it's just that he's never been that physically close to him before, maybe he'd just get that urge with anyone in the same position (wow, that makes him sound like some kind of desperate pervert, doesn't it?) Maybe it's because it's Kanda. Allen really doesn't know, but there's the urge still, and there's Kanda's neck right there.
The rational voice in Allen's head (yes, he has one) says not to do anything so stupid, that he shouldn't get himself killed over that kind of impulse. Don't do something so stupid. Even out of curiosity, don't be so stupid. It's Kanda, don't--
It's warm... The pulse of Kanda's neck against Allen's lips is warm. Of course it is... Why wouldn't it be?
Huh. Was the knowledge that Kanda's skin was warm against his lips really be Allen Walker's last living thought? Interesting...]
Still, he doesn't come awake all at once, as though his mind is playing some kind of trick on him: he's aware of positions first--the face nestled against his throat; the individual digits of the hand below his heart and the cool crescents of fingernails resting on his skin; the pads of his own fingers light against the smooth line leading to the small of a back; the slightly crooked legs, not quite interlaced, a thigh resting just between his knees; the instep of one foot brushing the contour of a calf with the light dusting of hair there.
The grip of his arm tightens somewhat. His senses extend to encompass the room--quiet and still, part of a calm that lengthens beyond the closed door. His body knows that it's daylight out, though the drawn curtains keep the light diffuse. No sounds of movement filter in from beyond, even outside on the streets everything seems still. Maybe it's contagious: Kanda feels no urgency to move. His eyes stay closed, though he's awake now, for a certain value of wakefulness.
So long as he's still, so long as he's calm enough, the inevitable questions--his companion's identity, the events that led here--might continue to pass overhead, missing their mark and so as not to settle in his mind.
Not for long, though. Not long now: they swing closer with each pass.]
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It's so not happening, in fact, that to emphasis the stubbornness his body moves closer to the warmth of the other body beside him: his nose bumps up against Kanda's earlobe. The hand at his chest slides to the other side and winds a stray strand of hair between the outstretched fingers as he shifts his body in closer and the leg between Kanda's knees sliding between them further. None of it is aggressive or pressing for anything more than a want for that undisturbed closeness to remain undisturbed, as if there is a sense that the chances of it being taken away really are drawing nearer and nearer.
Ah, it's not going to happen. Allen heaves a slow breath though his nose, resigning to the fact that he is, in fact, awake. Or at least on his way to being awake. He continues to nuzzle into the warmth beside him for a few more stubborn seconds before several thoughts filter in through his groggy conciousness.
He isn't alone was the first thought. The second, which followed quickly after, told him exactly who he wasn't alone with. It was difficult to say how he knew exactly--perhaps it was just the sense of the body shape and size, maybe the familiar scent that he was now in very close proximity to--but he did and the moment that came into his mind his entire body tenses and he held his breath.
There isn't any gesture for him to move away, he just stays very still and quiet, hoping that if he doesn't shift too much Kanda won't notice and he won't die just yet. Because, really, he is going to die, make no mistake. Whatever happened will be blamed on--wait, what did happen? He can tell that there are...not many clothes left between them, but at this point he doesn't dare shift to really check to what extent clothes are lacking. Hell, Allen's even a little scared to breath at this point.]
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But that means that he's in bed with Allen. Not just sleeping--Kanda could have dealt with that.
He's embracing him, and Allen is practically wrapped around him, and they're both wearing...maybe nothing at all, and yes it's true that Kanda set out from the Order looking for the damn idealistic fool, but never because he was planning on this!
Feeling frozen in place, Kanda tries to breathe slowly, evenly, calmly. He closes his eyes again, sets his jaw, and doesn't say a word, as though if he can just manage to force himself back across the line towards sleep he'll find that all of this is nothing but a surreal and inexplicable dream.]
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He keeps as still as possible there beside Kanda, unknowingly having a similar reaction of if he stays still, if he pushes himself back toward sleep then he doesn't have to deal with Kanda's fury, he can avoid any messy talking about what may have happened, he can fool himself into thinking that it isn't a big deal.
And yet there he is, wide awake now, eyes fully open and only closing when he blinks--lashes close enough to Kanda's skin to brush against him--heart pounding in his ears and the tip of his nose resting against the pulse in Kanda's neck.
Allen knows that Kanda's awake as well, and he's pretty sure the exorcist is aware of Allen's conciousness too, so why isn't he kicking him out? Why isn't he being slammed furiously against the wall by his throat and facing all of Kanda's ire? It doesn't make sense.
Kanda's pulse...
His eyes flicker up briefly without moving his head, staring at the lines of Kanda's neck and jaw, holding a breath between his teeth to listen to Kanda's instead. And then there's an urge to move his mouth to Kanda's neck, to press his lips to that pulse and--where the hell is that urge coming from? It's Kanda, for goodness sake. Why is that thought there?
Maybe it's just that he's never been that physically close to him before, maybe he'd just get that urge with anyone in the same position (wow, that makes him sound like some kind of desperate pervert, doesn't it?) Maybe it's because it's Kanda. Allen really doesn't know, but there's the urge still, and there's Kanda's neck right there.
The rational voice in Allen's head (yes, he has one) says not to do anything so stupid, that he shouldn't get himself killed over that kind of impulse. Don't do something so stupid. Even out of curiosity, don't be so stupid. It's Kanda, don't--
It's warm... The pulse of Kanda's neck against Allen's lips is warm. Of course it is... Why wouldn't it be?
Huh. Was the knowledge that Kanda's skin was warm against his lips really be Allen Walker's last living thought? Interesting...]
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