[ Soulless? The akuma? He'd be utterly horrified to realize that and be quick to correct. That was a human they fought, a human soul. A human soul that needed to be released from what had corrupted it so far it had become something so tragic and terrible. Shouto is haunted by those it killed and Allen is too in his quiet, burdened way where he's seen a story like that so many times -- but Allen is haunted by the akuma most of all. The unseen tragedy no one mourns because they only see the monster it's become through no fault of its own. But he can understand why no one else sees it that way, because that is a hard thing, and if he didn't have his eye he's not sure he would ever have truly realized the truth of it. That isn't something he'll ever push or look for acknowledgement on. Not even with Shouto.
But they are not soulless no more than a Beast of this world. In fact, they are wholly soul and soul alone. Human still, deep down in a place where they can still be saved. And he would be very soft but very firm in correcting. Very sad.
They're precious to Allen too, and he forever exists to save them even when removed from a world being consumed by them. Is the only one who will probably ever want to save them. And as precious as this life he has now, and it will forever stay that way because of the indelible scars they've etched into him body and soul.
Because of Mana.
And that was probably the last akuma whose soul he'll ever be able to save -- which on some level... haunts him too. ]
I wouldn't pick them all. [ It's a playfully huffed reply, something he'd pout at if he wasn't being kissed. As it is he hums his appreciation for how their mouths seal together once again in a languid and unhurried kiss. Pressed up against him and able to explore each other's mouths with quiet enthusiasm at their leisure, as Allen finds he quite likes the unique experience of kissing while being carried.
Although it probably doesn't make navigating very easy. Which isn't a problem he has to worry about and it doesn't dissuade him from being distracting about it at all. In fact he winds himself tighter until they're entirely tangled together.
If it's the bathroom and the much-needed bath they're both overdue for that Shouto's heading for, he'll find the door shut of course from when Allen had been sneaking around. Inside, the bath has indeed been drawn and is waiting for them but up the walls and on the ceiling have been hung several dozen lights in finely cut glass jars, that twinkle and refract like starlight. Not candles or lunar lights, but something else he might recognize—the jars of hope that they once had collected and strung up in the rafters of Sanctuary for Tanabata. That they had sat and stolen kisses under when still exploring those first very new changes in their relationship.
Unlike the simple jars they had then, these have been more finely cut and angled like glass starbursts so they twinkle as they move. Motes of the essence of pure hope that glow softly and bathe the room not just in a soft, living light like the dance of fairies, but exude the emotion themselves.
Hope. Something so simple that's so sweet and calming.
Whenever they get to the bedroom, he'll find it's been decorated similarly but with much greater care, and with a great many more lights. Enough to simulate the night sky itself. And as they step past Timcanpy and Kizu— Tim watches Kizu atually. Seemingly contemplative for a moment.... before he rolls over and barrels into her. A surprise attack! He is ninja! And an invitation to then chase him as he flits off with a wiggle of his tail as incentive to join him in a night of play. ]
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But they are not soulless no more than a Beast of this world. In fact, they are wholly soul and soul alone. Human still, deep down in a place where they can still be saved. And he would be very soft but very firm in correcting. Very sad.
They're precious to Allen too, and he forever exists to save them even when removed from a world being consumed by them. Is the only one who will probably ever want to save them. And as precious as this life he has now, and it will forever stay that way because of the indelible scars they've etched into him body and soul.
Because of Mana.
And that was probably the last akuma whose soul he'll ever be able to save -- which on some level... haunts him too. ]
I wouldn't pick them all. [ It's a playfully huffed reply, something he'd pout at if he wasn't being kissed. As it is he hums his appreciation for how their mouths seal together once again in a languid and unhurried kiss. Pressed up against him and able to explore each other's mouths with quiet enthusiasm at their leisure, as Allen finds he quite likes the unique experience of kissing while being carried.
Although it probably doesn't make navigating very easy. Which isn't a problem he has to worry about and it doesn't dissuade him from being distracting about it at all. In fact he winds himself tighter until they're entirely tangled together.
If it's the bathroom and the much-needed bath they're both overdue for that Shouto's heading for, he'll find the door shut of course from when Allen had been sneaking around. Inside, the bath has indeed been drawn and is waiting for them but up the walls and on the ceiling have been hung several dozen lights in finely cut glass jars, that twinkle and refract like starlight. Not candles or lunar lights, but something else he might recognize—the jars of hope that they once had collected and strung up in the rafters of Sanctuary for Tanabata. That they had sat and stolen kisses under when still exploring those first very new changes in their relationship.
Unlike the simple jars they had then, these have been more finely cut and angled like glass starbursts so they twinkle as they move. Motes of the essence of pure hope that glow softly and bathe the room not just in a soft, living light like the dance of fairies, but exude the emotion themselves.
Hope. Something so simple that's so sweet and calming.
Whenever they get to the bedroom, he'll find it's been decorated similarly but with much greater care, and with a great many more lights. Enough to simulate the night sky itself. And as they step past Timcanpy and Kizu— Tim watches Kizu atually. Seemingly contemplative for a moment.... before he rolls over and barrels into her. A surprise attack! He is ninja! And an invitation to then chase him as he flits off with a wiggle of his tail as incentive to join him in a night of play. ]