Private, AU, locked to toomanypetals~
After his father had died, Allen had become used to being passed from place to place like so much junk. No one had seemed to be able to find a place for him, and though he didn't take up much space and was willing to work for his keep, it still seemed like he was destined never to settle in one place for too long anymore. He misses Mana desperately, and not only that, he misses the feeling of being wanted.
Tonight, he's too tired and too sad to really pay all that much attention to the huge, impressive manor house, surrounded almost entirely by a series of walled gardens that, were he to really look, would stretch as far as he could see from the carriage path. He doesn't look, though, not really - he just sits in the carriage, head bowed and feet resting on the suitcase that holds all he has left in the world. The young man who had inherited the house and its land and gardens after some sort of tragedy that Allen doesn't know a thing about is supposedly some distant relative of his, but Allen's under no illusions that that means anything to the length of his stay here, and he's determined not to get too attached to anyone or anything here, sure he'll only have to leave again soon anyway.
Tonight, he's too tired and too sad to really pay all that much attention to the huge, impressive manor house, surrounded almost entirely by a series of walled gardens that, were he to really look, would stretch as far as he could see from the carriage path. He doesn't look, though, not really - he just sits in the carriage, head bowed and feet resting on the suitcase that holds all he has left in the world. The young man who had inherited the house and its land and gardens after some sort of tragedy that Allen doesn't know a thing about is supposedly some distant relative of his, but Allen's under no illusions that that means anything to the length of his stay here, and he's determined not to get too attached to anyone or anything here, sure he'll only have to leave again soon anyway.