die krahe -- the crow;

doodles for @hurryupfic‘s noir au ;0; allen + co dont look very vintage but i think lena, link + tokusa were a bit more successful??? also the day i stop drawing AU thirds with beauty marks is the day i die. 

all the hope and all the shame, you feel my pain touch every nerve; you see we’re all the same: everyone cries, everyone bleeds, everyone falls down. we’re the same underneath. everyone loves, everyone breathes, everyone’s heart beats.

     Who knows how long the exorcist slept but, by the time he had awoken, it was as if a moment had passed before he fell asleep. He had completely conked out into a dreamless slumber and now, he was awake. The fever hadn’t broken yet however, he was in better condition compared to before.

    He sat up and raised a hand to rest it on his forehead, attempting to determine his own temperature but he couldn’t tell exactly. He definitely was feeling a bit more than warm and obviously wasn’t fully recovered yet. 

    He shifted his gaze to the side to see if Link had remained in the room with him however, he wasn’t in the same spot he was previously at. Come to think of it, there was a weight on his lap and he dropped his gaze to his lap. He blinked, taking a moment to process the situation and his eyes grew wide at the sight before him. Link was peacefully asleep with his head in Allen’s lap with his hair slightly disheveled than usual. His bangs were messily parted and his usual neat braid appeared to be slowly coming undone. His cheeks dusted pink at the sight. 

    It was … surprising to see Link like this. It wasn’t often– actually, he never witnessed the blond asleep ever before. Link spent the day usually monitoring the exorcist, performing his usual duties and so forth and so on however, he’s never seen him take a break. But here he was, doing exactly what Allen would’ve never imagined. 

    Allen remained completely still, not wanting to awake the blond. Admittedly, he somewhat enjoyed this new sight. It was a bit … pleasant. Oh, how he wanted to lean forward to run his fingers through his hair or even neaten up his bangs but, he resisted the temptation and was still.

    Link would be lying if he said he completely understood the exorcist's reasoning behind having him stay at his side as he slept-- after all, Link could be putting pen to paper, finishing reports, filing papers-- but as quickly as the thought had come, the Inspector shook the urge away. He had given him his word that he would stay with him, and he intended on keeping that promise. 

    In a moment of weakness, Link allows himself to sneak a glance at the other as he slept. He had witnessed the sight many times before-- but never had his sleep seemed so peaceful, so natural. The pure, unfiltered vulnerability in his expression succeeded in giving the exorcist much softer, younger features. For once, he actually looked his age.

    Subtly, a soft smile lifts at corners of Link’s lips, followed by a slight wave of heat that stems from his neck and rises to the rest of his face. He was glad that Allen had finally received the rest he deserved. 

    He's not exactly sure what it is that hits him in that moment-- maybe it's the rhythmic rise and fall of Allen's chest that has his vision blurring and his eyelids attempting to force themselves shut. Before he has a chance to stop himself, Links body begins to sway, and with a muffled plunk, the Inspector's head dips down into the sleeping exorcists lap.

    Link was in heaven-- he was sure of it. Warmth kissed his forehead. His shoulders felt unbelievably relaxed, as though all the tension had been drained from his body. What was more, his mind was quiet-- calm, even, quelled of any and all worries and concerns. 

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )