don't stop walking forward [...]

❝     my master . . . ? haha , he isn't like the devil .    ❞   with   the   shake   of  the  head   ,  countless  memories   flood  your  mind  &   psyche.   ever   since   you   can  recall  ,   traveling   alongside   of   your   master   cross   would   never   leave .   of   course   not   ,   that   was   the   man   who   taught     you   everything  ,  what  it   meant   to   be   an   exorcist .     though   ,   what   exactly those  teachings  meant  wouldn't  became   clear   until   much   later .   ❝    no , my master . . . he's the genuine devil.   ❞   is   what   he   says   ,   there   isn't  a  trace  of  irony    to   his   words.   ⊳ @holyrisen​ ★ yoru starter 

allen singing @ a picture of cross / mana / tyki / yoru : you are my dad boogy woogy 

you are baby 

          theres    a  moment    of   hesitation   ,   eyes   flicker   with   a   sense   of  confusion  .   the   one   who   grabs   your   arm     bears   an  uncanny  resemblance   to   a   friend   of   yours   ,   granted   ,  he  would  never  say  such  kind   nor   considerate   words .   after   regaining   balance   ,   allen   is   left   alone   with   his   thoughts  for  the  time  being.   trying   to   exactly   formulate   &   comprehend   what   had   just   happened  .   physical   damage   and   pain     were   all   too     familiar   to  him   ,   it   was     nostalgic   in  a  way.   despite   how   darkly   morbid   that   all   sounded   ,   that’s  just  how  his  life  has   been   up   to   this   point .   that   sort   of   warming   words   of   comfort  still  throw  him  for  a  loop  ,     no   matter     ,   how   long  he’s   been   with   the   order & how   much   of   a   family   the   others   make   him   feel   apart   of.   some   habits    [ die  hard  ] ,   he   supposed   . ❝    mーmister yoru . . . I suppose you’re right ! haha , I guess I wasn’t thinking .     ❞  hollow  laughter   emerges   , yet  another   method   of   coping   with   the   pain .   not   too   unlike   a    pierrot ,  hiding   behind   that   mask   of   yours.   it   was   uncanny    how   ironic   fate   could  be    , still  ,   a   tinge   of   red   is   visible   on   your   expression .  to  have  someone  worry  about    you   like   this     ,   its   what   you’ve  always   wanted  ...    isn’t  it ? ー @holyrisen​

 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. ー allen walker by min