[[ Omg, BITTY. ;A; I don't care that I'm retiring this version of him, or even that he hasn't been in the DR proper for almost a year. WE'RE DOING THIS.
.../now makes shit up. ]]
[He's not entirely sure how he got here, or when. Only that the stairs leading down from Lavi's apartment room had gotten darker, then darker still, until there was nothing left to find and nothing left to dream, just the road ahead and the nagging anxiety that he should be elsewhere, somewhere.
Allen doesn't remember the rest of it very well. There was moonlight at some point, of this he's sure - a leering crescent in an over-bright night, sapping colour from the shifting landscape like a terrible novel, turning straggly branches wishbone-white. One caught between his fingers and snapped when he reached to push the moon away, brittle splinters that carved homes in his skin and said, You know better now. Then it was just him upon a darkling plain
( ... )
[ in the most undignified grunt, half smothered because he's gotten so used to avoiding attention of any sort when he isn't walking in a dead man's shoes: ] -Urk.
[...And he's going down with an armful of young child, mildly comforted by the fact that he at least makes a serviceable landing mat. Mildly.]
[-Allen. Nearly no one's known enough to call him that in months.
He frees up an arm to pat Alma on the back, marvelling at the simple warmth of having another living, breathing body so close to him. A friend, found someplace where he can admit to being friends without worrying about anyone getting hurt, after months of carefully delineating his distance.
[Alma doesn't seem to register the conk to the forehead (and never you mind that little welt, it'll be gone in thirty seconds), just holding on through the tumbling and burying his face into Allen's chest.
He can't say things have been lonely without Allen. Not with the amount of people still surrounding him in Neseca, but Allen's disappearance (along with Cross') left a gap in things. Everything seems just a little off, and even Kanda seems affected (no matter how much he tries to hide it).
[Allen will hold him just as long, feeling the pressure of lost days and weeks gather in Alma's arms as they band around his ribcage to form a closed circuit, cinching tight. His next breath jogs his chest, a charged buzz that sets his mind humming in uneasy resonance with Alma's distress.
How much has he missed?]
I- Suppose I did. Libitina must've sent me back.
[On the 7th of October, to be precise, still blinking clear as day in his mind's eye as pixelled digits on a PDA screen.
"Good night, Lavi."
He'd meant to be there in the morning.]
I've been alright, though. A little lost at the moment [ a quick smile, alleviating the mood with a jab at himself ], but I'll find my way home.
[He shifts them into a haphazard sitting position and starts patting Alma down gently, checking for... Injuries? Not exactly, but he's compelled to do it anyway. To know, because-]
.../now makes shit up. ]]
[He's not entirely sure how he got here, or when. Only that the stairs leading down from Lavi's apartment room had gotten darker, then darker still, until there was nothing left to find and nothing left to dream, just the road ahead and the nagging anxiety that he should be elsewhere, somewhere.
Allen doesn't remember the rest of it very well. There was moonlight at some point, of this he's sure - a leering crescent in an over-bright night, sapping colour from the shifting landscape like a terrible novel, turning straggly branches wishbone-white. One caught between his fingers and snapped when he reached to push the moon away, brittle splinters that carved homes in his skin and said, You know better now. Then it was just him upon a darkling plain ( ... )
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[...And he's going down with an armful of young child, mildly comforted by the fact that he at least makes a serviceable landing mat. Mildly.]
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He frees up an arm to pat Alma on the back, marvelling at the simple warmth of having another living, breathing body so close to him. A friend, found someplace where he can admit to being friends without worrying about anyone getting hurt, after months of carefully delineating his distance.
Mostly, it's been manageable.
Mostly, it's been lonely.
What was he saying again? "I'm-]
...sorry, I've missed you too.
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He can't say things have been lonely without Allen. Not with the amount of people still surrounding him in Neseca, but Allen's disappearance (along with Cross') left a gap in things. Everything seems just a little off, and even Kanda seems affected (no matter how much he tries to hide it).
It's just not the same place anymore.]
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Did you go home?! Are you okay? What happened?
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How much has he missed?]
I- Suppose I did. Libitina must've sent me back.
[On the 7th of October, to be precise, still blinking clear as day in his mind's eye as pixelled digits on a PDA screen.
"Good night, Lavi."
He'd meant to be there in the morning.]
I've been alright, though. A little lost at the moment [ a quick smile, alleviating the mood with a jab at himself ], but I'll find my way home.
[He shifts them into a haphazard sitting position and starts patting Alma down gently, checking for... Injuries? Not exactly, but he's compelled to do it anyway. To know, because-]
How long have I been gone? How's everyone?
[-it's frightening, to not.]
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