After the end
Who: Allen Walker ( akumahunter) & Garrus Vakarian (turian_honor).
When: Shortly after this thread here.
Where: D-124 (Allen's room)
Rating: G/PGish
Summary: Traumatized, Garrus nevertheless tries to help a struggling Allen out, who now remembers every horrible thing he did and said during the event.
Warnings: Swearing? I don't know.
Had he really said all those horrible things? Had he really...no, it couldn't be true...
And yet he had the sinking feeling it was true, and there was no telling how long he had before the costume took over again. He'd barely made it back from the computer again; the weightlessness was easier to control now, but that wasn't what he was worried about.
Allen squeezed his eyes shut, barely noticing that he was floating a couple feet above his bed again. It was impossible to stay lying down with grabbing ahold of something, and at the moment he was in no shape mentally to do anything but cover his face his hands and hover there, curled up into a ball.
I need help...
It was something the exorcist didn't often admit, and even less often acted on, but he knew this costume was going to try and hurt someone again if he didn't contact someone. Maybe...maybe Garrus had got the message. The teenager could only hope.
When: Shortly after this thread here.
Where: D-124 (Allen's room)
Rating: G/PGish
Summary: Traumatized, Garrus nevertheless tries to help a struggling Allen out, who now remembers every horrible thing he did and said during the event.
Warnings: Swearing? I don't know.
Had he really said all those horrible things? Had he really...no, it couldn't be true...
And yet he had the sinking feeling it was true, and there was no telling how long he had before the costume took over again. He'd barely made it back from the computer again; the weightlessness was easier to control now, but that wasn't what he was worried about.
Allen squeezed his eyes shut, barely noticing that he was floating a couple feet above his bed again. It was impossible to stay lying down with grabbing ahold of something, and at the moment he was in no shape mentally to do anything but cover his face his hands and hover there, curled up into a ball.
I need help...
It was something the exorcist didn't often admit, and even less often acted on, but he knew this costume was going to try and hurt someone again if he didn't contact someone. Maybe...maybe Garrus had got the message. The teenager could only hope.