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☁ янσ∂є ☂ кαмєℓσт ♪ ([info]indreams) wrote,
@ 2011-08-06 23:20:00


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YOU ARE NOW DRUNK.



Carry on.


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[info]soundthebugle
2011-08-09 11:46 am UTC (link)
[Good or bad, he had gathered some wisdom to see things that made him twist in knots before. There's always more than our vows and beliefs. He knows that these days. Allen had added things to the list of vows and promises like a knight bowing before his king and swearing to defend all of his blood and not just his most just majesty.

No matter how exhausted with everything he was. Through the loneliness and sorrow, he endured. The spirit that flared in ways that created hope would never fully die. Like a flame it rose and fell but never went out. Fierce gales of subjugation or tornadoes of doubt could assault the keep where it was kept but neither made it through. They never would.

But once again, that wasn't the point.

Deep down he really was lonely. Afraid. Tired. So many things and all of it bad. When would he reach the end of his rope? Where was the line between just enough and too much?

Allen didn't have any of the answers. They eluded him and explaining things hadn't even been his forte. Well, about himself. Other people were easier. You didn't have to look back and feel like you were wasting time that could be devoted to helping. To ending the suffering a little bit sooner.

Everyone had to go home, even those that would rather stay. None of them belonged in the city where no one died and everyone hurt in some way or another. Despite the Gods that took their anger out on them, there had to be a way out.

Wasn't there always a way to keep moving? Usually there was. But finding it was a difficult thing where he was trapped.

Yet, when were things ever easy for Allen Walker?]

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