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"…..has died." finish it in my ask.

A sharp pain went through his heart as he heard the news. Allen’s emotions were mixed up again, just like they had been before when he had lost her. Anger, loneliness, sadness…they all mixed together and constricted his heart.

He could feel the tears weld up in his eyes, but he had excused himself before he allowed his body to release his physical reaction. Running off to the room he had been assigned to, he slammed the door and locked. Soon after he let it all out.

Sinking to his knees, he covered his mouth to control the sounds pouring out. They were sounds they he had only heard Etna make before he had come to rescue her. At the time of it too, he had thought that they were the saddest sounds he had ever heard, and now he was doing the same thing. It was for a different reason though. 

The tears fell down his face, dripping off his chin as he knelled there staring at the floor. It was another unfamiliar thing with this human body. His body involuntarily started to shake from all of this hitting him. He hated how this human body did this to him. It was bad enough that he had to live with the pain of losing her, but he had to deal with it physically too, now.

Regrets and wishes started to pour into his mind as he sat there. All he had wanted to do was take her home, to go back to life normally. To see her smile, and lay against him as she falls asleep. To watch her drift into a nice slumber and not have to worry about a thing in the world. That’s all he had wanted, damn it! And now he couldn’t do any of that…

…he couldn’t bring her home and watch her drift into slumber. He couldn’t to her tell stories any more. He couldn’t feel that content feeling now that she was gone. 

         Damn it, Etna…why did it have to be you! Why couldn’t it have been that damn Prince…

More tears fell from his face the more he thought about everything that had happened with them. How young she was, how happy they were. Even with that horrible thought, he should his head. A silent way of telling himself no. That it wouldn’t be right to think that. It wasn’t his fault she was dead.

He was in a way, repulsed. Standing there in the doorway of the princess's room. He thought about everything that had happened before this moment. It enraged Allen more just thinking about it.

Taking a few breaths, he was able to relax himself. Now all he thought about was how he was going to word his greeting. He knew very well how to act like a knight, but he wasn't sure if she would recognize him. For a brief second it brought him worry, and he could feel that pain in his chest from fear.

Even through this fear, he knew he had to do something to let her know he was here. That he was there, if not to rescue her, than at the very least be there by her side.

And with that, Allen brought his armored hand up and knocked on the door.

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❛┆• 壊 •┆ ███ He wasn't too sure when the last time he had wandered around was; the male was usually busy with various tasks, that he had little time for himself. And now that he did, he wasn't exactly sure what to do with it. What did a hero do in his spare time ? 

          The male hadn't been paying all too well to his surroundings, and it came at all too much of a rush when a cat raced between his feet, a canine quickly on it's tail. Catching him off guard, he made a bit of agrunt, stumbling and knocking into another in attempts to catch his balance. In a bit of a disgruntled noise, he quickly straightened, and put on a weak smile.