[ It's all Tim wanted. ♥ Content at being acknowledged and accepted, he drops his hand and settles his orblike body down next to her, curling his own tail a few times around himself until he can bury his face into its swirled end like a pillow. Is he... mirroring her? It kind of looks like he is.
Allen gives a thoughtful hum at the question, shifting his fingers against Shouto's in a delicate sort of dance without quite threading them. ]
Mm.. [ He's quiet for a moment, reflecting on that as he watches their joined hands. ]
...I always imagined it would start when everyone gathers together to decorate the tree. Playing in the snow, baking cookies and hanging festivities up because they find it fun to do so together. Until Christmas morning when everyone wakes up early and rushes to open their presents together, and it's something full of wrinkled paper and laughter where no one is in a hurry to change out of their pajamas or anything else except spend time with the people they care about. [ The way he talks...
It's soft-spoken and gentle, but like someone describing something they watched through the window as others did it and had to guess what it might be like. Something that was likely literally true as well, growing up as he had sleeping usually out in the cold with Mana and then later hopping from one country to the next with Cross. Ever-itinerant, and watching the happy lives of normal people and families as a quiet, separate, not entirely human like them observer. Over and over again until it was such a clear idyllic picture in his own head, no longer yearned for but held quietly with care in some fractured place of his heart.
But Allen has such a quiet and fond smile, too. Appreciative and warm as his eyes flicker back up to meet Shouto's. ]
1/2
Allen gives a thoughtful hum at the question, shifting his fingers against Shouto's in a delicate sort of dance without quite threading them. ]
Mm.. [ He's quiet for a moment, reflecting on that as he watches their joined hands. ]
...I always imagined it would start when everyone gathers together to decorate the tree. Playing in the snow, baking cookies and hanging festivities up because they find it fun to do so together. Until Christmas morning when everyone wakes up early and rushes to open their presents together, and it's something full of wrinkled paper and laughter where no one is in a hurry to change out of their pajamas or anything else except spend time with the people they care about. [ The way he talks...
It's soft-spoken and gentle, but like someone describing something they watched through the window as others did it and had to guess what it might be like. Something that was likely literally true as well, growing up as he had sleeping usually out in the cold with Mana and then later hopping from one country to the next with Cross. Ever-itinerant, and watching the happy lives of normal people and families as a quiet, separate, not entirely human like them observer. Over and over again until it was such a clear idyllic picture in his own head, no longer yearned for but held quietly with care in some fractured place of his heart.
But Allen has such a quiet and fond smile, too. Appreciative and warm as his eyes flicker back up to meet Shouto's. ]
Spending time with loved ones, basically.