[LOG | Week 16, Day 1]

[nec_metu]

Who: Allen Walker (dichrous) and Lenalee Lee (nec_metu)
Status: Closed
Style: Third person, past tense
Where: Raisato market
When: Week 16, day 1
Warnings: None
Summary: These two have a loooot to talk about. Christmas musings and likely angst (because they can't not) ahead

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[whitenighting]

Some might have found it a little strange, going from the nightmares of a couple weeks ago, his own multiple worst nightmares realized, to the earth-shattering arrival of Mana, of being turned on by the only people they were amongst against to... well...

To eyeballing a leather-wrapped notebook at a market stall showcasing writing supplies and wondering for a moment oh, Link would like something like that. But (a grimace as he scrutinized it as if it were at fault, turning it over with gloved hands) the last thing that needed encouraging was Link taking notes on him.

But you see, it was the very normalcy of that all that in the wake of such extreme happenings that he needed even if none of it really occured to him as, well, odd. If your life was about nothing but the most horrible and most wonderful of things all smashing together (mostly the former. ...almost entirely the former.) and riding the rollercoaster with hardly a breath in between-well, you had to learn to just roll with it and find what happy, normal things you could

[nec_metu]

Lenalee turned automatically at the sound of her name, thought it was impossible not to recognize the voice, and seemed to freeze for a moment as her eyes landed on Allen. But then she returned the smile, however small and painfully unsure it was, and lifted her hand in a short wave

[whitenighting]

Had they resorted to talking about the weather?

It didn't dawn on him, though. Not like that. Just smiled back a little sadly. Tilt of the head, a better smile for tomorrows on his face.

"Yes, it has."

It's only sad because Lenalee seemed so uncomfortable. But... that was his fault, wasn't it.

Whatever that meant... he'd screwed up. It was painfully obvious in how she reacted as of late.

Softening of the smile; a little older in expression perhaps.

His fault, just like he'd worried about before.

For pleasantries, for needing to do something normal, he glanced at at the bowl she carried and her appearance in general for a moment before smiling lightly. "Are you shopping for the others?"

[nec_metu]

If Lenalee had had any idea of Allen's thoughts, she would have tripped over her own words in her haste to tell him just how wrong he was in thinking that any of this was his fault. As things were, she simply glanced at the ground. Uncomfortable. How could they not be uncomfortable after something like that? It hadn't exactly started with the dream, but that had made everything so much worse. And as much as Lenalee knew that she couldn't control her dreams, that didn't stop her from feeling guilty for it

[whitenighting]

While he looked a little surprised for a second, it was quickly replaced with a bit of a relieved smile, relaxing a little. "That's a good idea. It doesn't seem like something many people here would celebrate... but the getogether would be nice anyway."

It was the sentiment and people that mattered, after all.

"Kind of like back home."

And exact date...? Well. It made him a little nostalgic. Like before, celebrating his birthday that summer. Because of course, dates didn't really matter, did they? Not here, but even back at the Order... who knew when you might go on a mission, right? It was the sentiment, the celebrating when you could that mattered.

Like before, here, with his 'birthday'.

Things had seemed simpler then somehow, even if they hadn't been at all. But that was important; they should remember that things could be simple like that. Could make it simple again because they had to. They couldn't ignore everything that was happening, but...

They should always focus on what good things they had or could imagine so that