[Closed] Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Who: skywarddream andwhitenighting
When: Somewhere between very, very early and very, very late at night
Where: Second floor of Patrol HQ
Format: Paragraph
What: Allen and Lenalee have dream updates to where Allen said goodbye back home and---well, it all relates rather closely to goings-on of late and where loyalties, purposes, friendship, and concepts of home lie.
Warnings: DGM spoilers?
It might say a lot that Allen was less likely to be found sleeping in bed as of late---or sleeping at all, really. Especially when the times had been tense, with battle and strife and death, even if he's ever the sort to, if you saw him, have a smile on and try to say it'll be okay, they'll find a way? He's probably seemed no less than energetic in the face of it recently, a slightly strained smile and no really, at least they're still here and finding a way. A veneer over some panic, some worry, but he's trying.
But when it finally has relaxed to at least the point where... well, there's no physical enemy to throw himself against anymore, when he's only frustrated with seeing what people had been doing while he and others had been trying to fight, to protect, only to...
Well. Anyone catching his expression, noting his tone after finding out the reason for why the monsters suddenly retreated back from whence they came? ... Conflicted, curt, and barely holding his tongue at first--only keeping it out of he's the last one who should talk--would only begin to cover it.
Either way and however it all eventually caught up with him, he'd finally dozed off arms stretched in makeshift pillow over the piano at headquarters. One, mind you, no one would have ever caught him playing at, even if he might linger near it sometimes with an unreadable look.
Still, maybe his unconscious knew sometimes that physical rest of not... sleep wasn't always the best thing for him; that dreams were far from a respite. Where the things that went 'bump' in the night were more likely in his own mind than reality.
The words Neah left Mana...
No matter what happens...
You hold within you two such monsters... It's you who's the worst out of all of us, Allen Walker.
Even if the paths we follow are different...
You sow chaos and conflict...
I'll always be an Exorcist...
If you leave now we'll have to fight each other!
I love you and everybody else...
... You'd probably be a terrible poker player right now, anyway.
My true home.
Forever.When he woke it was with a start; whether from the dream or the sudden clear boom of the piano as he half fell against the keys it couldn't be said. Even as the jumbled notes faded from where they hung in the air he blinked rapidly, staring into the air a little unfocused for a moment as he realized just---where exactly he was? Headquarters... Anatole...
He didn't even realize he was staring in some confusion at his left hand -- gloved, but obviously normal -- until the other previously-dozing occupant whirled around his head in some concern before perching at the nape of his neck.
"Ah-- Tim..." Distracted, he cupped a hand automatically around the golem (a slight pat once, twice to reassure what he knew was worried nudging--followed by a nip ow! at his ear) as his thoughts settled. A dream? Except... not memories, but so real, and what Link had-- like he'd just been there, just stepping through the gate. Like a dream but--
Why then... had he been...
Abruptly, he scrubbed at his eyes with the edge of his wrist so that the fabric there was dampened. A jerky motion followed by a slightly thready laugh, standing quickly and patting the golem again--lightly but a little brusque. "That's what I get--falling asleep like that, right?" Amicable self-deprecating chatter like one would with a close companion; nervous and how silly of him, don't you think, Tim. Link wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he caught him out here, would he? Best just to... go now.
It's okay if he and Timcanpy knew better. That really, on some level, he really did know better even as he moved to stand and leave.
That wasn't just a dream.
When: Somewhere between very, very early and very, very late at night
Where: Second floor of Patrol HQ
Format: Paragraph
What: Allen and Lenalee have dream updates to where Allen said goodbye back home and---well, it all relates rather closely to goings-on of late and where loyalties, purposes, friendship, and concepts of home lie.
Warnings: DGM spoilers?
It might say a lot that Allen was less likely to be found sleeping in bed as of late---or sleeping at all, really. Especially when the times had been tense, with battle and strife and death, even if he's ever the sort to, if you saw him, have a smile on and try to say it'll be okay, they'll find a way? He's probably seemed no less than energetic in the face of it recently, a slightly strained smile and no really, at least they're still here and finding a way. A veneer over some panic, some worry, but he's trying.
But when it finally has relaxed to at least the point where... well, there's no physical enemy to throw himself against anymore, when he's only frustrated with seeing what people had been doing while he and others had been trying to fight, to protect, only to...
Well. Anyone catching his expression, noting his tone after finding out the reason for why the monsters suddenly retreated back from whence they came? ... Conflicted, curt, and barely holding his tongue at first--only keeping it out of he's the last one who should talk--would only begin to cover it.
Either way and however it all eventually caught up with him, he'd finally dozed off arms stretched in makeshift pillow over the piano at headquarters. One, mind you, no one would have ever caught him playing at, even if he might linger near it sometimes with an unreadable look.
Still, maybe his unconscious knew sometimes that physical rest of not... sleep wasn't always the best thing for him; that dreams were far from a respite. Where the things that went 'bump' in the night were more likely in his own mind than reality.
The words Neah left Mana...
No matter what happens...
You hold within you two such monsters... It's you who's the worst out of all of us, Allen Walker.
Even if the paths we follow are different...
You sow chaos and conflict...
I'll always be an Exorcist...
If you leave now we'll have to fight each other!
I love you and everybody else...
... You'd probably be a terrible poker player right now, anyway.
My true home.
Forever.When he woke it was with a start; whether from the dream or the sudden clear boom of the piano as he half fell against the keys it couldn't be said. Even as the jumbled notes faded from where they hung in the air he blinked rapidly, staring into the air a little unfocused for a moment as he realized just---where exactly he was? Headquarters... Anatole...
He didn't even realize he was staring in some confusion at his left hand -- gloved, but obviously normal -- until the other previously-dozing occupant whirled around his head in some concern before perching at the nape of his neck.
"Ah-- Tim..." Distracted, he cupped a hand automatically around the golem (a slight pat once, twice to reassure what he knew was worried nudging--followed by a nip ow! at his ear) as his thoughts settled. A dream? Except... not memories, but so real, and what Link had-- like he'd just been there, just stepping through the gate. Like a dream but--
Why then... had he been...
Abruptly, he scrubbed at his eyes with the edge of his wrist so that the fabric there was dampened. A jerky motion followed by a slightly thready laugh, standing quickly and patting the golem again--lightly but a little brusque. "That's what I get--falling asleep like that, right?" Amicable self-deprecating chatter like one would with a close companion; nervous and how silly of him, don't you think, Tim. Link wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he caught him out here, would he? Best just to... go now.
It's okay if he and Timcanpy knew better. That really, on some level, he really did know better even as he moved to stand and leave.
That wasn't just a dream.