No worries <3selfdeludedOctober 22 2010, 01:18:48 UTC
[He's beginning to wonder that, too. The poor flowers. But the one at his side, at least, still seemed to be alright, and that was enough for him; no real regret over the death (or disappearance) of the other flowers.
It does, and the sudden new scent - again, unlike the real world - doesn't distract him the way it normally might, but it does catch his attention. He spares it a glance, but the odd nothingness surrounding him spurs Allen to continue on, though he does place a hand over the flower protectively.
He has no particular fear of the old silo, no matter how ominous it might look on the outside. He'd slept in similar places as a child. So he makes his way toward it, slipping inside - hopefully a safe haven from the nothingness, as it had been when he was young.
But Allen has never had that much luck, in any part of his life. Though the scent of bread still lingers in the air, the scenery has changed completely. The silo isn't even a building after he walks through the door; instead the setting has become an empty city street, and though it's not especially late for the time of year (the mugginess in the air points to mid summer, at least) the sky is pitch black. A storm rolling in, perhaps.
[A storm is definitely rolling in, there's thunder crackling in the background. And lightning flickering through the canopy of clouds in the sky. All at once, every light in the street shut off, plunging Allen into a brief, but dizzying darkness.]
♪~And then the boy fell into a deep asleep~♪
[There's the sound of a loud, mechanic click, like that of a fuse being switched, and a light at the end of the street flicks on. It's illuminating a sign, but that sign is too far away for Allen to read.]
[Allen very nearly stumbles when all the lights go out, forgetting, in his surprise, that he should have technically been able to see through the darkness. But upon looking up there's nothing around that he can see.
Then there's the music, and though Allen knows he's heard it before he can't place just where, nor when. But there's at least a light now, even if he can't read it (and he idly wonders if he would be able to up close-- had his lessons taught him that much?).
He steps forward, though perhaps with some degree of trepidation, and he's only five steps away from his original place before all of the shop windows around him light up at once, barely a few moments after the second line. The light they give off is dim, a low, faint glow, and there's no sound whatsoever. Just gray static.
Allen does his best to ignore the way the televisions are following him, despite the way they flicker out when he has passed one window and turn on in the next. For all intents and purposes, the glow from the televisions walk alongside him as he moves towards that sign.]
[It certainly sounds like the music is fading in an out with the static from the televisions, doesn't it? Soft, up close, and yet far away at the same time.]
♪~One, then two...~♪
[Allen should be able to read the sign when he gets close enough. It's a large sign, with three old-fashioned lights illuminating it. The letters are in an elongated deco font, although the latter half of the sign appears to be too faded to read.]
-ETH--EM R-YAL H-------
♪~Thousands of dreams, dreams...~♪~
[There's a sound coming from behind you, Allen. A soft chuckle. Low, calculating. Watching.]
[And the glow from those televisions increases with every line of the song, however faintly, and the static flickers more violently. Active, moving, breathing-- not unlike something stirring to life, however reluctantly.
Still ignoring it, still refusing to acknowledge the televisions, he squints at the sign when he's close enough to finally read it - and the first isn't not a word he can possibly recognize, not with the missing letters. The last is no easier to decipher with so little to go on.
But there's a distinct paranoia settling into his nerves, an odd on edge feeling. It reminds him of being a child again, hiding after he'd just stolen someone's wallet. (Convinced, always, that each and every footstep he'd heard was coming for him, until the footsteps had died down altogether.) And so he doesn't turn at first, surveying the area, checking for an escape route-- odd survival instincts. But there was an alley nearby, a large building to the right, and either one would do. So he turns, unsure if he hoped for darkness or not.]
[The laughter seems to get louder the closer that he steps toward the darkness. It's not only coming from behind him, but from in front of him, as well. It's as if the darkness is laughing at him, taunting him. Are you sure you want to toy with me, boy?]
[There's another metallic click, like a flipping fuse, followed by the deafening roar of static. All of those televisions in the windows along the street have turned on again, the static drowning out the music. It casts light over a figure - a shadow, really; the features are hidden, too blurred or dark to see - standing in the center of the street.]
[Are you sure you want to go for the alley, Allen?]
[This is where Allen stops being rational about the situation; the part where, even just a little bit, the dream tightens it's hold on him. Because, no, he most certainly does not want to go for the alley, not with that figure out here. But if it was his dream, and he was that lucid-- he should have been able to change it in some way.
He was forgetting bit by bit that this was just a dream.
Allen steps back as the music (song?) becomes more ominous, taking on a slightly more menacing tone even though nothing about the actual pitch or notes had changed. The atmosphere, perhaps, or that oddly suffocating feeling the darkness suddenly had, pushing against him and laughing (At his scar? Him? The simple nonsense of the situation? He has no idea).
He doesn't wait long at all before abruptly turning on his heel and heading towards the building to his right. The -ETH--EM R-YAL H------- building, whatever it was.]
[The door, while is old and looks heavy, swings open easily enough, bringing Allen into a dark and cavernous foyer. It shuts behind him, the sound echoing like the inside of an old. And for a moment, there's darkness.]
[At least the music is gone?]
[Who knows when the lights come back. That's the funny thing about dreams, isn't it? How the transitions rarely make sense. But one moment the foyer is completely black, and the next moment it's filled with a dim light. (Candlelight?)]
[It's enough to see that the foyer is round, with a door to the left (marked with a sunflower-gold sign; RABBIT) and a door to the right (a blood-red sign; BEAR). In the center, there is a mirror.]
P-pardon the tl;drselfdeludedOctober 22 2010, 05:55:48 UTC
[Damn it. Damn it. This was taking an awful turn, one Allen wasn't entirely sure how to handle - the lack of music doesn't leave much way for comfort upon finding yourself relatively trapped in a place you don't actually recognize, after all. Which didn't make sense, at all. But why didn't it..?
While it looks very much like candlelight, Allen can't find any discernible source of the light upon searching the room, and that's an entirely new brand of unsettling. He steps away from the door and closer to the center of the room (a glance back will reveal that the door he originally entered through seems to have disappeared with the coming of whatever was illuminating the place, though Allen is too worried about what he might find and doesn't bother doing so.), only stopping upon properly seeing the mirror.
That's when he freezes. The reflection isn't his, of course - it so rarely was when he looked in the background of a mirror, except this time, he wasn't there at all. Instead, a familiar, smiling silhouette, just barely smiling at him. A man, of course. The one that had told him not to start playing the piano. The one that had told him not stay in one place for too long, without ever saying quite as many words.
That shadow of a man had never had eyes before. But Allen could see them now, barely white slits in his dark face--
And that's when he finally notices it. The light. It was coming from the mirror, growing brighter as the eyes inched open.
No.
No, no, no, this wasn't happening-- He controlled this, damn it! No one else! Almost frantically, his eyes dart around the room... and of course, they fall onto the door with RABBIT on it.
He almost leaps at it, pulling the door open and slamming it shut behind him. He as in charge, and if he said so, then it would be safe behind this door, and that person wouldn't wake up. Not now. (Please, please, not now--)
Except Allen couldn't remember why he was supposed to be in control of this place.]
It's fine, bb~ *an old cathedral, by the waymarreddreamsOctober 22 2010, 06:57:18 UTC
[Perhaps the reason why you can't remember that you are supposed to be in control of this place is because you aren't in control. Would you bring this upon yourself, Allen? Darkness, and desolate fields, and music, and voices, and shadows that you've tried to keep hidden away~?]
[The silhouette is chuckling again, humming, somehow singing lyrics without murmuring any words at all. The voice echoes and dances along the walls of the foyer.]
♪~... the silver eyes were tremblng~♪
[It seems to crescendo, even as he dives through the RABBIT door, to deafening decibels. Until the door closes, at least, and it comes to an immediate silence.]
[Perhaps, in some ways, this silence is even more deafening than the music.]
[The RABBIT door has led him into a hallway. It's unmistakably that of a hospital; long, straight, narrow, and lined with what feels like an impossible number of doors. Most (all?) are open - the doors either swung fully open, off their hinges, or gone completely - allowing a golden light to fill the hall. Just like the field of wildflowers, the light is perhaps too vibrant, too detailed. Nearly blinding.]
[Something shifts from three (four?) doors ahead; a figure in a black cloak steps out into the hall. His footsteps are near silent - too quiet to be human, and you should be well aware of what that means - save for the slight scuff against the floor as he turns in Allen's direction. There's only one person that smells this strongly of cedar, cloves, and sandalwood (the scent has started to drift in Allen's direction, and it isn't from the flower in his pocket) and there's only one person whose eye glints like the end of a lit cigarette like that.]
♪~The ever-passing times return prayers back down to earth~♪
<3 I figured it might've been something like that, actually!selfdeludedOctober 22 2010, 07:27:25 UTC
[Even Allen isn't sure of that one. His mind has been turning on him since he was a child - unexplained migraines, dreams of a life that he never even came close to living, seeing things that shouldn't exist, making the rest of the world believe he was insane (which he wasn't, absolutely not--) and making him wonder, every so often if he really was...
No. Allen has no idea if he'd bring this on himself. But he wouldn't be surprised if he did, either.
As soon as the door has been safely slammed shut behind him, Allen leans back and slides down it, placing his hands over his ears and taking a moment to breathe. Calm what should've been a racing heart against his ribcage, and was instead just adrenaline and fear.
He doesn't actually look up to survey his new surroundings until he hears that scuff against the ground of someone moving closer, and his head snaps up immediately to stare at the person down the hall. And while orange isn't quite the color he associates with this particular person, nor is the sunflower something attached to him, he'd wanted safety. Not happiness.
This person, for all the hell he put him through, was always safety to Allen.
Almost immediately he scrambles to his feet, the flower slipping from his pocket as Allen practically jumps that gap between them to wrap his arms around the other vampire.]
I swear I know how to brain tonight ><marreddreamsOctober 22 2010, 07:43:45 UTC
[As soon as he is within reach, Lavi's hands come up to rest on Allen's cheeks, and he turns the boy's head in his hands, to and fro (as if inspecting to make sure Allen was really there) before leaning his forehead against the other's.
Even for Lavi his face is paler than usual - or perhaps he's always this pale, and it's just the way he looks in real sunlight.]
You shouldn't be here, Allen. It's not safe.
[There's a significant lack of an accent in his tone. Something's off. Something is horribly, horribly off. He glances up at the door at the same time - if not very slightly before, as if he had expected it - that something bangs against it. Hard.]
[Lavi's eye flickers in a funny way (knowing?) and nods his head in the direction of the hall.]
We have to keep moving.
[And he's taking off the moment the last word leaves his mouth down the sunlit corridor, cloak billowing behind him. You're going to have to run to catch up.]
It's all good man, I never know how to brain. >:selfdeludedOctober 22 2010, 08:00:03 UTC
[All Allen can do while Lavi inspects him is give the other a confused, helpless sort of look - and when he's done looking him over his own hands come up to rest on Lavi's cheeks as well, pressing the tips of their noses together. You look so pale. He never noticed that before, you know. Not to this degree.
No accent, again, and it makes his heart sink. But at least he was acting like Lavi and not... well, he wasn't sure what else, really. But he was acting like Lavi.]
But it should be safe, shouldn't it? It's my-- [What, exactly? He'd barely recognized half the settings he'd been through up until now, and this setting is only now starting to feel even a little bit familiar to him. But that realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and it's surprising enough that he doesn't react when that something bangs against the door.
It's enough that Lavi slips out of his grasp, too, before he can realize it.]
No-- [And he's taking off after Lavi, glancing warily in every door that he passes; though that just makes his eyes burn, and he looks away, instead intent on keeping Lavi where he can see him.(Slow down, please, don't leave me so far behind in here, not this place, please, Lavi?)]
[Lavi was always supposed to slip out of his reach, always supposed to be two steps ahead. It's like that in the waking world, most days, isn't that?]
Do you think anyone is safe within their own minds? [He doesn't stop to say this, instead just offers it over his shoulder in a dismissive sort of way, and turns a corner.]
The worse foes lie within the self...
[All of the doors in the first section of hallway were empty. Just broken down hospital rooms filled with golden afternoon sunlight. But as soon as they turn the corner, the hall starts to immediately darken - it's as if the sun is setting on fast-forward.]
[This stretch of hall looks far, far longer than the other one. Twice as long, actually. Three times. And at the very end of the dimming corridor, there are two figures. One taller, and one with light hair. Lavi glances back down the sunlit hallway one last time (with yet another expectant look - should he really look as though he's expecting something?) as the sound of another bang crashes through the hall.]
[Rather than take Allen's hand, he just makes off down the dusky corridor without warning. Just like in the previous hallway, the doors are either completely open, blown off their hinges, or non-existent. Unlike the previous hallway, however, they aren't empty. There are people here, most of them unfamiliar, but staring. Accusing?]
[If Lavi notices them, he doesn't show it. He just continues on. It seems as though the hallway isn't as long as it initially looked, perhaps because there is another mirror here, one that runs from the floor to the ceiling, from wall to wall.]
[And those figures at the end of the hall? They actually are reflections in that mirror. Or maybe they aren't. After all, reflections have already proven to be funny things in this place.]
[Exactly like one, and the thought scares him. Lavi wasn't warm at all when Allen touched him. But he wasn't cold, either. It was like touching paper, cardboard, a can, or...
...or it was like touching glass.
It's very much like that, and no matter how Allen tries, he can't possible catch up with Lavi. And he does try. He tries his damnedest, but Lavi always slips away from him.]
I-- I wouldn't know... [Sane people, maybe? No, no, no, he wasn't insane, he wasn't Regardless of the train of thought, Allen's just doing his best to try and keep up. To not let Lavi slip away like he always does.
But he notices the expectant look this time around, faltering in his steps and glancing down the hall, back the way he'd come. All Allen can make out is darkness, slowly moving up the hall and blotting out the light coming from the open doorways. All light, in fact, swallowing everything along the way.
He runs again, darting down the hall after Lavi, and though he doesn't actually stop to look in the rooms he can see the people out of the corner of his eye, accusing and hatred and disgust in all of their own. In the same way that Lavi seems to ignore them, they ignore Lavi. But of course, not all of them stay in their rooms. If one were to look, they'd notice that as soon as Allen runs past the rooms the people within them are already at the door and peering out the doorway, still with that same look on their faces.
Allen only skids to a halt again when he reaches the end of that hallway, stopping barely five away from the mirror. Two new reflections..?]
[Lavi is already standing in front of the mirror when Allen finally manages to stop next to him, head cocked to the side as if listening to something.]
♪~Give a kiss to his hands you hold~♪
[The reflections, for now, seem relatively normal. Allen is slightly taller and more gangly, Lavi's hood is drawn and eye a softly-glinting ember. Both look scared, and at the end of the line.]
[Trapped. Like rats.]
[At least until Lavi's reflection starts to smirk. There's another funny transition here; one moment there is one soft golden glint in the darkness of his hood, and the next there's two: one green, and one blue. The vampire's reflection reaches up and pushes his hood back, revealing distinctly mis-matched eyes, and he grins; his teeth are normal; human.]
[Lavi's reflection turns toward his mirror-companion, pulling him close and burying a nose into his hair. It's a lover's embrace, almost possessive. The only thing visible is the impossibly blue eye. He presses a kiss to mirror-Allen's neck, and then reaches up with one hand in a beckoning gesture.]
[No way to go but forward.]
[It would probably make sense to offer Allen some kind of confused response to all this, but Lavi is almost completely unperturbed. If anything, it's almost as though he knows just what to do.]
♪~And then the boy fell into a deep sleep~♪
[Despite all logic, Lavi reaches up to touch his fingertips over the mirror. It is a sensation that looks and feels like it would if the mirror were made of water, the way that his hand passes through.]
[And without much warning, he just steps forward and disappears into the mirror.]
It does, and the sudden new scent - again, unlike the real world - doesn't distract him the way it normally might, but it does catch his attention. He spares it a glance, but the odd nothingness surrounding him spurs Allen to continue on, though he does place a hand over the flower protectively.
He has no particular fear of the old silo, no matter how ominous it might look on the outside. He'd slept in similar places as a child. So he makes his way toward it, slipping inside - hopefully a safe haven from the nothingness, as it had been when he was young.
But Allen has never had that much luck, in any part of his life. Though the scent of bread still lingers in the air, the scenery has changed completely. The silo isn't even a building after he walks through the door; instead the setting has become an empty city street, and though it's not especially late for the time of year (the mugginess in the air points to mid summer, at least) the sky is pitch black. A storm rolling in, perhaps.
Allen moves on.]
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♪~And then the boy fell into a deep asleep~♪
[There's the sound of a loud, mechanic click, like that of a fuse being switched, and a light at the end of the street flicks on. It's illuminating a sign, but that sign is too far away for Allen to read.]
♪~The flame inside the breathing ashes~♪
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Then there's the music, and though Allen knows he's heard it before he can't place just where, nor when. But there's at least a light now, even if he can't read it (and he idly wonders if he would be able to up close-- had his lessons taught him that much?).
He steps forward, though perhaps with some degree of trepidation, and he's only five steps away from his original place before all of the shop windows around him light up at once, barely a few moments after the second line. The light they give off is dim, a low, faint glow, and there's no sound whatsoever. Just gray static.
Allen does his best to ignore the way the televisions are following him, despite the way they flicker out when he has passed one window and turn on in the next. For all intents and purposes, the glow from the televisions walk alongside him as he moves towards that sign.]
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♪~One, then two...~♪
[Allen should be able to read the sign when he gets close enough. It's a large sign, with three old-fashioned lights illuminating it. The letters are in an elongated deco font, although the latter half of the sign appears to be too faded to read.]
-ETH--EM R-YAL H-------
♪~Thousands of dreams, dreams...~♪~
[There's a sound coming from behind you, Allen. A soft chuckle. Low, calculating. Watching.]
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Still ignoring it, still refusing to acknowledge the televisions, he squints at the sign when he's close enough to finally read it - and the first isn't not a word he can possibly recognize, not with the missing letters. The last is no easier to decipher with so little to go on.
But there's a distinct paranoia settling into his nerves, an odd on edge feeling. It reminds him of being a child again, hiding after he'd just stolen someone's wallet. (Convinced, always, that each and every footstep he'd heard was coming for him, until the footsteps had died down altogether.) And so he doesn't turn at first, surveying the area, checking for an escape route-- odd survival instincts. But there was an alley nearby, a large building to the right, and either one would do. So he turns, unsure if he hoped for darkness or not.]
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[There's another metallic click, like a flipping fuse, followed by the deafening roar of static. All of those televisions in the windows along the street have turned on again, the static drowning out the music. It casts light over a figure - a shadow, really; the features are hidden, too blurred or dark to see - standing in the center of the street.]
[Are you sure you want to go for the alley, Allen?]
♪~Dreams that pour onto the earth~♪
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He was forgetting bit by bit that this was just a dream.
Allen steps back as the music (song?) becomes more ominous, taking on a slightly more menacing tone even though nothing about the actual pitch or notes had changed. The atmosphere, perhaps, or that oddly suffocating feeling the darkness suddenly had, pushing against him and laughing (At his scar? Him? The simple nonsense of the situation? He has no idea).
He doesn't wait long at all before abruptly turning on his heel and heading towards the building to his right. The -ETH--EM R-YAL H------- building, whatever it was.]
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[At least the music is gone?]
[Who knows when the lights come back. That's the funny thing about dreams, isn't it? How the transitions rarely make sense. But one moment the foyer is completely black, and the next moment it's filled with a dim light. (Candlelight?)]
[It's enough to see that the foyer is round, with a door to the left (marked with a sunflower-gold sign; RABBIT) and a door to the right (a blood-red sign; BEAR). In the center, there is a mirror.]
[Wait. That isn't your reflection, is it?]
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While it looks very much like candlelight, Allen can't find any discernible source of the light upon searching the room, and that's an entirely new brand of unsettling. He steps away from the door and closer to the center of the room (a glance back will reveal that the door he originally entered through seems to have disappeared with the coming of whatever was illuminating the place, though Allen is too worried about what he might find and doesn't bother doing so.), only stopping upon properly seeing the mirror.
That's when he freezes. The reflection isn't his, of course - it so rarely was when he looked in the background of a mirror, except this time, he wasn't there at all. Instead, a familiar, smiling silhouette, just barely smiling at him. A man, of course. The one that had told him not to start playing the piano. The one that had told him not stay in one place for too long, without ever saying quite as many words.
That shadow of a man had never had eyes before. But Allen could see them now, barely white slits in his dark face--
And that's when he finally notices it. The light. It was coming from the mirror, growing brighter as the eyes inched open.
No.
No, no, no, this wasn't happening-- He controlled this, damn it! No one else! Almost frantically, his eyes dart around the room... and of course, they fall onto the door with RABBIT on it.
He almost leaps at it, pulling the door open and slamming it shut behind him. He as in charge, and if he said so, then it would be safe behind this door, and that person wouldn't wake up. Not now. (Please, please, not now--)
Except Allen couldn't remember why he was supposed to be in control of this place.]
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[The silhouette is chuckling again, humming, somehow singing lyrics without murmuring any words at all. The voice echoes and dances along the walls of the foyer.]
♪~... the silver eyes were tremblng~♪
[It seems to crescendo, even as he dives through the RABBIT door, to deafening decibels. Until the door closes, at least, and it comes to an immediate silence.]
[Perhaps, in some ways, this silence is even more deafening than the music.]
[The RABBIT door has led him into a hallway. It's unmistakably that of a hospital; long, straight, narrow, and lined with what feels like an impossible number of doors. Most (all?) are open - the doors either swung fully open, off their hinges, or gone completely - allowing a golden light to fill the hall. Just like the field of wildflowers, the light is perhaps too vibrant, too detailed. Nearly blinding.]
[Something shifts from three (four?) doors ahead; a figure in a black cloak steps out into the hall. His footsteps are near silent - too quiet to be human, and you should be well aware of what that means - save for the slight scuff against the floor as he turns in Allen's direction. There's only one person that smells this strongly of cedar, cloves, and sandalwood (the scent has started to drift in Allen's direction, and it isn't from the flower in his pocket) and there's only one person whose eye glints like the end of a lit cigarette like that.]
♪~The ever-passing times return prayers back down to earth~♪
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No. Allen has no idea if he'd bring this on himself. But he wouldn't be surprised if he did, either.
As soon as the door has been safely slammed shut behind him, Allen leans back and slides down it, placing his hands over his ears and taking a moment to breathe. Calm what should've been a racing heart against his ribcage, and was instead just adrenaline and fear.
He doesn't actually look up to survey his new surroundings until he hears that scuff against the ground of someone moving closer, and his head snaps up immediately to stare at the person down the hall. And while orange isn't quite the color he associates with this particular person, nor is the sunflower something attached to him, he'd wanted safety. Not happiness.
This person, for all the hell he put him through, was always safety to Allen.
Almost immediately he scrambles to his feet, the flower slipping from his pocket as Allen practically jumps that gap between them to wrap his arms around the other vampire.]
Lavi--!
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Even for Lavi his face is paler than usual - or perhaps he's always this pale, and it's just the way he looks in real sunlight.]
You shouldn't be here, Allen. It's not safe.
[There's a significant lack of an accent in his tone. Something's off. Something is horribly, horribly off. He glances up at the door at the same time - if not very slightly before, as if he had expected it - that something bangs against it. Hard.]
[Lavi's eye flickers in a funny way (knowing?) and nods his head in the direction of the hall.]
We have to keep moving.
[And he's taking off the moment the last word leaves his mouth down the sunlit corridor, cloak billowing behind him. You're going to have to run to catch up.]
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No accent, again, and it makes his heart sink. But at least he was acting like Lavi and not... well, he wasn't sure what else, really. But he was acting like Lavi.]
But it should be safe, shouldn't it? It's my-- [What, exactly? He'd barely recognized half the settings he'd been through up until now, and this setting is only now starting to feel even a little bit familiar to him. But that realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and it's surprising enough that he doesn't react when that something bangs against the door.
It's enough that Lavi slips out of his grasp, too, before he can realize it.]
No-- [And he's taking off after Lavi, glancing warily in every door that he passes; though that just makes his eyes burn, and he looks away, instead intent on keeping Lavi where he can see him.(Slow down, please, don't leave me so far behind in here, not this place, please, Lavi?)]
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[Lavi was always supposed to slip out of his reach, always supposed to be two steps ahead. It's like that in the waking world, most days, isn't that?]
Do you think anyone is safe within their own minds? [He doesn't stop to say this, instead just offers it over his shoulder in a dismissive sort of way, and turns a corner.]
The worse foes lie within the self...
[All of the doors in the first section of hallway were empty. Just broken down hospital rooms filled with golden afternoon sunlight. But as soon as they turn the corner, the hall starts to immediately darken - it's as if the sun is setting on fast-forward.]
[This stretch of hall looks far, far longer than the other one. Twice as long, actually. Three times. And at the very end of the dimming corridor, there are two figures. One taller, and one with light hair. Lavi glances back down the sunlit hallway one last time (with yet another expectant look - should he really look as though he's expecting something?) as the sound of another bang crashes through the hall.]
[Rather than take Allen's hand, he just makes off down the dusky corridor without warning. Just like in the previous hallway, the doors are either completely open, blown off their hinges, or non-existent. Unlike the previous hallway, however, they aren't empty. There are people here, most of them unfamiliar, but staring. Accusing?]
[If Lavi notices them, he doesn't show it. He just continues on. It seems as though the hallway isn't as long as it initially looked, perhaps because there is another mirror here, one that runs from the floor to the ceiling, from wall to wall.]
[And those figures at the end of the hall? They actually are reflections in that mirror. Or maybe they aren't. After all, reflections have already proven to be funny things in this place.]
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...or it was like touching glass.
It's very much like that, and no matter how Allen tries, he can't possible catch up with Lavi. And he does try. He tries his damnedest, but Lavi always slips away from him.]
I-- I wouldn't know... [Sane people, maybe? No, no, no, he wasn't insane, he wasn't Regardless of the train of thought, Allen's just doing his best to try and keep up. To not let Lavi slip away like he always does.
But he notices the expectant look this time around, faltering in his steps and glancing down the hall, back the way he'd come. All Allen can make out is darkness, slowly moving up the hall and blotting out the light coming from the open doorways. All light, in fact, swallowing everything along the way.
He runs again, darting down the hall after Lavi, and though he doesn't actually stop to look in the rooms he can see the people out of the corner of his eye, accusing and hatred and disgust in all of their own. In the same way that Lavi seems to ignore them, they ignore Lavi. But of course, not all of them stay in their rooms. If one were to look, they'd notice that as soon as Allen runs past the rooms the people within them are already at the door and peering out the doorway, still with that same look on their faces.
Allen only skids to a halt again when he reaches the end of that hallway, stopping barely five away from the mirror. Two new reflections..?]
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♪~Give a kiss to his hands you hold~♪
[The reflections, for now, seem relatively normal. Allen is slightly taller and more gangly, Lavi's hood is drawn and eye a softly-glinting ember. Both look scared, and at the end of the line.]
[Trapped. Like rats.]
[At least until Lavi's reflection starts to smirk. There's another funny transition here; one moment there is one soft golden glint in the darkness of his hood, and the next there's two: one green, and one blue. The vampire's reflection reaches up and pushes his hood back, revealing distinctly mis-matched eyes, and he grins; his teeth are normal; human.]
[Lavi's reflection turns toward his mirror-companion, pulling him close and burying a nose into his hair. It's a lover's embrace, almost possessive. The only thing visible is the impossibly blue eye. He presses a kiss to mirror-Allen's neck, and then reaches up with one hand in a beckoning gesture.]
[No way to go but forward.]
[It would probably make sense to offer Allen some kind of confused response to all this, but Lavi is almost completely unperturbed. If anything, it's almost as though he knows just what to do.]
♪~And then the boy fell into a deep sleep~♪
[Despite all logic, Lavi reaches up to touch his fingertips over the mirror. It is a sensation that looks and feels like it would if the mirror were made of water, the way that his hand passes through.]
[And without much warning, he just steps forward and disappears into the mirror.]
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