#sunstained

“hi, johnny.”

training with kanda was never fun and he takes a deep breath, blinking slowly. his chest hurts, but it’s probably where he got so upset over kanda’s taunts. he’s sure he’ll be fine. sitting down beside of the tailor, he sighs and leans gently against him.

More than the pureheartedness of this human, though it certainly made the other young man pleasant for the Kitsune, it was the sense of... divinity that clung to the other’s soul that attracted Alan’s gaze.

It did not feel as if anything this young man possessed-or was-but he definitely had been close to something that felt, for lack of better term, like Sun Kitsune did. Light, and divine, maybe holy or maybe not.

It was the addition of the two sensations, the feeling of divinity close to the other, and the good heart, that made Alan reach out and grab the other, stopping him.

“Don’t go this way...” Alan warned, a bit dreamily. “It’s dangerous.” Then he blinked, and blushed, letting go of the other. “Ah-Sorry! I just...” He waved his hand, embarrassed.

prompt – accepting – @sunstained

electric blue eyes focus on the… scientist? he’s seen him around and he always thought he was too kind for such a terrible organization, but… he can’t remember his name. maybe it’s just the lack of sleep. he sways just a bit before pretty much leaning into johnny, closing his aching eyes for just a moment. he’s falling asleep already and he shakes himself awake once more.

“…where am i?” reno’s voice is much softer than it’s usual tone and he blinks hard a few times. he leans against johnny just a bit more, just wanting to go back to sleep. “am i in scotland?”

he thinks for a moment and tries to speak some more, but it’s just half-asleep, unintelligible murmurs. no, he couldn’t be in scotland. this place doesn’t feel like home, but this guy is warm. that’s nice. it’s not often he gets warmth that talks back to him.

if only he could sleep right here.

A palm used to rest his cheek, Allen looked out the window. He had chosen a moment of the day where less people boarded the train, even if so far he knew he had distanced Apocryphos. The 14th had been calmer too, which had been his main reason to take the train now.

He wanted to make a bigger leap, while his trail had still been jumping between different towns. So far, it had looked as if he had been going on foot, so he hoped it would take a while before the Order realized he had moved further away.

The train started to move, and Allen petted the golden golem curled into his laps, a small smile on his lips. While he didn’t want to risk napping, being able to just sit and watch the scenery would let his body rest. And hopefully calm his mind, as long as he didn’t pay attention to the grinning shadow only he could see.

The door of his compartiment opened, and his gaze flickered to the reflection of the newcomer.

... Allen almost slided down into his seat to try and hide. But that would be a dead giveaway. He did let his hand wrap around Timcampy to hide him from view, suddenly very glad that he had the hood of his coat up. Then again, there was no way he would board a train without covering his very incriminating white hairs.

Now he just hoped Johnny wouldn’t see his face in the window. Allen had longer hairs now, partly to cover his red scar; but would it be enough to prevent recognition?

If his treacherous heart could also not skip a beat with happiness at the familiar face, it would be great. As much as part of him felt tempted to reach out, call out, Allen didn’t want to put Johnny in the position of having to choose whether to report him or not.

Yet, Allen realized too late that he had been staring at Johnny’s reflection. His silver eyes widened as their gaze crossed into the window. He dropped it in the next second, heart beating wildly into his chest. Tim peeked up at him, still hidden but worried about the stress he felt from his master.

yells softly

:D

        The scent still lingered fresh in his lungs at the unforgiving world he had found himself inside. The world of a twin who’s past would surely devour his soul in time. Blue skies stretched upwards and wheat fields that continued far beyond any human’s eyesight, burned in the back of his mind. Fogging reality with a haze as he tried to fight his way free from the world intent on devouring him. 

         Yet a single voice rose above the rest in an uproar. A light beaconing him to fight despite what doubt’s screamed at him to give up and lay down. It anchored him in place as he desperately tried to reach out and grasp for the crying voice. Johnny. 

           The feeling of wind finally snapped that last chain binding him to stay as a guest in the consciousness of another, allowing shinning silver to show once more. 

                                                             “Johnny?”

            Soft pillow like plums of white formed as crown clown quickly worked on breaking the two’s fall and saving either from a mess of broken limbs. Reality still slowly sinking into him caused a small laugh to flee his lips.