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

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YOU ARE NOW DRUNK.

Carry on.

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soundthebugle
2011-08-09 12:02 pm UTC (link)

[And that wasn't now, where he sat up slowly and with care. Allen could see he needed to give the other Walker some form of comfort. It wasn't easy to see all that was being shown. He wasn't sure he was happy with how much he was being read. Quietly, and mindful of how drink made him feel off-balance, he slipped closer to the older boy.

Until their mutual body heat giving off their bodies could be felt. Then he silently hugged his double.]

And it will be alright.

[He said, in a low raspy voice. Because he really was so tired and battered by life. But to him, it didn't matter. Everyone else did.]

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	1/? what is this ide keepwalking 2011-08-10 08:26 am UTC (link)
	[What... No, stop for a moment there. What's happening. There's a blink and an almost comical twist of his expression into buh? The weirdest sensation in the world is being hugged by someone who looks exactly like you and is, well--yes this has to be that alternate worlds thing. Give. Allen. A moment.] (Reply to this)(Parent)

	keepwalking 2011-08-10 08:29 am UTC (link)
	[But... it flickers. Only there for a moment, the sudden stiffness and the other shoes are dropping! They're all dropping! passing as that actually, well-- Sinks in.] (Reply to this)(Parent)

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keepwalking
2011-08-10 08:31 am UTC (link)

[... When was... the last time someone had hugged him? Rin... extenuating, um... circumstances, but... She had. Lenalee, so sad but hugging him anyway...

Gestures of of comfort and reassurance. Holding onto what we have.

Finding connection and--understanding.

... Too much understanding.

Even if we're not talking about anything while understanding that not-talking. But it's the unspoken things we don't like to admit to ourselves. What do, seriously, given that. We don't like to, when the cards are done, see ourselves when we're badly off.

Because we're always fine.We'll be fine.

That's what keep walking means.

But it--sits a little like lead in Allen's chest, actually, dull and low and something he can't swallow past even though he tries, blinking quite rapidly and unfocused suddenly at nothing in particular.

It dawns with an... uncanny surprise just then that--it is warm. Arms around him. Breath. (His but not.)

Warmth is somehow the most novel, amazing, strange feeling in the world.]

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	keepwalking 2011-08-10 08:32 am UTC (link)
	[And... a gloved hand comes up, hesitant at first--just brushing the other's shoulderblade. And then a pat--awkward and quick for a moment.] --Mm... [Absently said. Right, he'd spoken... And it will be alright. With one rough inhale, the air surprisingly thick and almost painful in his lungs... the weight on his chest clears. Breath.] (Reply to this)(Parent)

keepwalking
2011-08-10 08:33 am UTC (link)

[And smile.]

It-- [A pause, stopping when his mouth quirks suddenly in a strained kind of smile.

Shifting a little, his hand on the other's back flattens for a moment.] What I mean is-- [Stopping suddenly again, and his fingers twitch with his expression this time. And a--small, choked sound.

Could it be... ... ... is he... does he sound like he's holding back laughter or... tears? ]

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keepwalking
2011-08-10 08:34 am UTC (link)

[.......... Laughter.

Sudden, desperate, ever so rare, he might be going a little insane or this might be the best thing ever--laughter. Accompanied by wrapping both arms suddenly around his counterpart in return and nearly holding on for dear life and shaking like it's sobbing but so absolutely light of heart it's in that laugh.

Because it's so absurd and what's happening, he's drinking and he's with himself and he's being hugged by himself from--somewhere else?!

...Laughing and laughing like he's needed to for years and might never stop.]

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	DONE. and keywords. keepwalking 2011-08-10 08:36 am UTC (link)
	S-sorry! I... [Easing up then, the not-quite-mirth fading to a more subdued smile over the other's shoulder. And patting his double's back awkwardly again and his chest's still shaking a little from the last rumbles of repressed laughter. But--not pulling out of the hug, either.] ... Sorry... [You idiot. You're the one who needed a hug.] (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

1/??

soundthebugle
2011-08-10 04:47 pm UTC (link)

[Once, when Merlin and Allen had still remembered things and Rhode had just left Allen had asked him why people found hate so easy. Why no one understood and expected everyone to bow before it. Merlin's answer had echoed his thoughts. "I don't know Allen. I don't get it." There they had been Dragon Lord and Exorcist. Two heavy hitters that just wanted the fighting to end.

Fights were the staple of Adstringendum. You either fought or knew someone who could. Powered and non-alike. There was bias, prejudice, and violence at every corner. Yet at moments like that there was mutual cooperation and knowing. Comrades in the beautiful dreams they carried like standards of love raised for the world to see. Being hugged back, reminded Allen of that.

It was the last time anyone had hugged him with that kind of bridge shining like star in their hearts. Rhode hugs weren't the same as that. They paled in comparison, a dull gray that lightened a little with time. But that wasn't important.

No.

This was.]

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	2/?? soundthebugle 2011-08-10 04:51 pm UTC (link)
	[Giving comfort to someone who knew how it was and needed that hand held into the darkness to help them through it. He holds on tighter when the choked sounds start. It was alright. He would be here until it was over. Everything was-] (Reply to this)(Parent)

3/??

soundthebugle
2011-08-10 04:56 pm UTC (link)

[But the sound that he hears isn't the pain that shapes life becoming a thing he can feel or hear. Instead a rare music he hasn't heard from himself in months...over a year makes the air feel so light. His eyes widen, like a child starting in awe within the center of a grand cathedral. The altars were just being lit and the wash of warmth and light cutting through the shadows and banishing the shades.

Calling the dead to rest, calling the meek to seek shelter, and singing to soldiers to take a moment of repose.

Allen's eyelids slid shut and all he could see behind them was gold light like the sun burning away in the sky.]

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soundthebugle
2011-08-10 05:06 pm UTC (link)

[And the warmth was all around him, shocking him out of his moment of rest.

Why?

His brows raised as he looked at his double in confusion, opening his mouth to ask then shutting it. He didn't need comfort! The walking was all he ever needed even when his soul was pouring its essence into the busy street and no one noticed.

Smile and keep moving.

Words he lived by. Like any monk's mantra or chant to seek a trance or focus - the words flowed through his blood and his mind. They poured into his soul, calling him to pull away but...

His eyes stung at the corners and his smile brittle now, stretched thin and threatened to break. Something built just below hearing like a storm clouds rolling in. You could practically hear the audible growl of thunder and the rippling flash of light as lightning sparked but was reigned in.

The proverbial sky split-]

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soundthebugle
2011-08-10 05:32 pm UTC (link)

[And laughter came out. Soft at first and quickly gathering momentum and volume as Allen became hollow, filled only with the mirth.

Because it was better than the frustrated broken howl threatening to surge up from the depths. He didn't do breakdowns. It was better to cover the threat of it with blankets, carpeting, and thick wooden doors. Falling to pieces wasted time and that was something he never had enough of to bother with looking back. Not that he ever thought to peer backward in any time since Cross took him in and threw him into fights with a sink or swim mentally.

You kicked what was there in the teeth and made sure it never rose again. Not sit and have a cry about it.

Maybe that's why he didn't notice he was shaking or pressing his face into the other Walker's shoulder.

He couldn't let go even if he tried.]

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