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thenearshore2017-03-20 06:13 pm
likethelight) wrote in thenearshore2017-03-20 06:13 pm
† There's a light, there's a sun †
Who: Allen Walker, Lavi, and later Lux
Where: Takamagahara
When: June 27th
Summary: Prayer #20: Spring Cleaning. Lavi and Allen come across a giantarea boss muck ayakashi the day both of Allen's shinki are bonding on their own British mission halfway across the world. This will only end in blight and tears yet somehow a very sad shounen victory, clearly. The idiots rolled a 20 out of 20.
[ Takamagahara. The streets are sticky with more than just a bit of spring mud as it would seem like a bog has risen up from the ground, through storm grates and whatever place it could find to ooze from. Sucking down anyone it could who treads without care--and appearing just a bit too translucent to be truly solid. Too otherworldly to be truly grounded in reality.
Something that builds up and up until it slowly begins to tower like a lurching mountain. A heavy schlucking sound as it moves; first a roil of blob that becomes a mountain. Begins to reach almost as if it's trying to grow arms--before slushing in a heavy wave against a building. (Growing more solid?
...More intelligent? Something that will blight anything in its path that it can.)
It's why Allen arrives at the outskirts of its floodpath somewhat breathlessly. Breathless--and noticeably without either of his shinki as well. But keeping at a safe height on rooftop, coming cresting finally where he could see the devastation the ayakashi--the biggest he's seen aside from the harmless whale-like one in the sky before... he has to stop and suck in his breath, his left eye adjusting to the presence that spreads out almost as far as the eye can see from its epicenter.
It's tainted half the city... ]
Where: Takamagahara
When: June 27th
Summary: Prayer #20: Spring Cleaning. Lavi and Allen come across a giant
[ Takamagahara. The streets are sticky with more than just a bit of spring mud as it would seem like a bog has risen up from the ground, through storm grates and whatever place it could find to ooze from. Sucking down anyone it could who treads without care--and appearing just a bit too translucent to be truly solid. Too otherworldly to be truly grounded in reality.
Something that builds up and up until it slowly begins to tower like a lurching mountain. A heavy schlucking sound as it moves; first a roil of blob that becomes a mountain. Begins to reach almost as if it's trying to grow arms--before slushing in a heavy wave against a building. (Growing more solid?
...More intelligent? Something that will blight anything in its path that it can.)
It's why Allen arrives at the outskirts of its floodpath somewhat breathlessly. Breathless--and noticeably without either of his shinki as well. But keeping at a safe height on rooftop, coming cresting finally where he could see the devastation the ayakashi--the biggest he's seen aside from the harmless whale-like one in the sky before... he has to stop and suck in his breath, his left eye adjusting to the presence that spreads out almost as far as the eye can see from its epicenter.
It's tainted half the city... ]
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It's been a while since he talked about Mana, hasn't it...? ]
He was a clown. [ Talking about him—Allen has a funny sort of quiet sort of smile as he slowly buttons his shirt up. ] A traveling Pierrot.
More than anything, I think he liked to make people laugh.
So for years we just went from town to town and would perform for people. [ A middle-aged man convinced he was seventeen and just woke up old one morning, looking for his younger brother with a child no one wanted he confused for his dead dog "Allen"...
...the way Allen remembers it (needs to remember it, maybe)—that's not the important part. Not the part important to him. That defined him. ]
Because what he couldn't abide by... it was tragedy or anyone feeling grief.
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The two of them traveling together, likely delighting people with any number of tricks and feats. It was... so oddly like him, even if she couldn't quite place why, that hearing that only made her smile grow fonder. ]
You're a performer? I had no idea. A performer and an Exorcist... I think I'd like to see that some time. One of your performances.
[ A gentle hum escaping her, she mulled over his story.
He had a good childhood, although she did catch that little bit. "Was." Had he passed, then? It seemed like something a bit too tender, perhaps too personal to ask, so instead, hands folded neatly in her lap, she tilted her head slightly.
And now I understand where you get it from—not being able to leave someone who might be suffering alone.
Not that she would ever vocalize that. She didn't need to. ]
What about the rest of your family? Did they perform as well?
[ The thought of that was absolutely charming. A family that traveled together, helping people by making them smile, perhaps. ]
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Not that he could anyway. But it'd be nice if he could talk about those times, and he scratches at his cheek a little sheepishly for a second when she says she'd like to see one of his performances, like someone caught being complimented unexpectedly and being a bit squirmy about it— ]
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Mn, no...
[ There is something just a little... glasslike about how his smile gets when she asks about the rest of his family. Like he's still smiling, still warm, but... ]
It was just the two of us.
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It might be fun, every once in a while; and being able to make someone smile, something like that would make her happy.
Seeing his smile shift slightly, however, Lux blinked once, her own falling just slightly. Because yes, it was still warm and a bit nostalgic, but there was something else there as well.
"It was just the two of us."
Loss, maybe? Something she shouldn't touch, something that might still be raw or painful. Recent? It wasn't her place to ask.
So instead, her hands moving from her lap to brace behind her, leaning back slightly as she looked up at the stars in the sky, her smile became almost luminescent. ]
I'm jealous.
[ Ah, she should clarify. ]
Having someone like that, being able to go on all sorts of adventures. Traveling like that, I can only imagine the sorts of places you two saw, and who you were able to meet. All those shining faces, smiling and laughing.
[ Quietly, her smile turning somewhat retrospect; ]
I'm a little jealous. I would have loved a life like that. Being able to see so many places with someone you care about, and making people around you happy. I would have liked that.
[ But she was quick to brighten again, looking down at him with an almost radiant, childlike smile. ]
I want to hear about it. The places you've gone, and the people you've met. About your father, and your home. Everything you can tell me.
[ To get to know him better, someone she clearly was connected to in some way, who meant so much to her even if she couldn't entirely place why. But more than that—
To hear what it was like to live a life like that. ]
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The look Allen gives her is one of quiet awe, or perhaps like he's never quite seen her before. Not in this light, at least. Since Lux, after all, every time he'd talked about her about this kind of thing... well it's not surprising, in fact it's—a reassuring sort of thing that it isn't, but...
It's the most open he's heard her talk about that, too. Of her own personal wishes like that as well. " I would have loved a life like that. Being able to see so many places with someone you care about, and making people around you happy.
I would have liked that." ]
... [ She's so earnest. ]
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Lux... [ He hesitates a little, but it's only to consider his words. The weight of them. ]
...why can't you? Live a life like that still. [ He's dead serious, smiling like it's such a simple and obvious sort of thing. So gently and like it's a very quiet, very important sort of thing.
Even if: ] Sometimes...
[ Even if his expression becomes a bit more gentle. A bit more faraway as his eyes slide back in front, looking over the placid water. ]
Sometimes I think if I wasn't the person I am now that—if I could do anything, it'd still be that. Just trying to do something to make people smile. Because everything he existed for—it was that.
But then I realize—there isn't really anything that's keeping me from still doing that too. And that it's too easy to forget about how important that is even with everything else that might be going on.
So I think if that's a life you want to live, you should live it. [ Fond—
It's in a sad-sweet, fond sort of way he looks back to her when he says that. ]
There isn't any reason why we can't, is there?
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Why couldn't she?
Why couldn't they?
It was strange, how her mind seemed to try to come up with endless reasons of why it couldn't be that simple, but each time was left with nothing. No real reason with any sort of logic or substance; maybe in a lifetime long past, a world away that she couldn't remember and wondered... if there was much point sometimes, when all it did was create difficult situations like this that hardly made sense:
Why hesitate? Why did she continue to try to come up with a reason to hold herself back?
If she could do anything, if she could live a life that she wanted... ]
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Even if... ]
I can't say for certain the kind of person I was; I try not to think about it whenever possible. But I think—no, I know she would have found a way to talk herself out of it.
[ Even if it seemed like he had to ask her permission for something like this. To help her realize that even when she felt like she might have been standing there by herself, perhaps she wasn't the only one.
Still sitting on her knees, she leaned forward slowly. Rising slightly so that she might close some distance between them, yet still give him his space. ]
But I've been so caught up in trying to be what I believed that person to be that I've doubted myself more often than not. And I'm not sure that something like that is fair—to you, to her, or to myself.
I said it myself, didn't I? If we're not good at doing things the way we're expected, then we make our own way.
[ Head tilted slightly, her smile somehow uncertain yet still strong, surprisingly bright even in the dark of night.
If that is the path laid out before us—I think I would rather forge our own. ]
And even if there might be a reason, I don't want to hear it. I won't.
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Is that your roundabout way of agreeing?
You never used to talk so plainly of what it is you actually wanted. What she wanted to fight for, what she wanted to live for... It was what always bothered him when they first met. The house of cards she'd built around herself to the point where it seemed like the ideals, the ones she actually fought for, didn't match up with what she told herself. The earnest and passionate heart of idealism that was tied up like a bird in a gilded cage. So to talk like this now...
Honestly, he blinks a bit owlishly down the bridge of his nose at her for a second. Like she's actually managed to startle him. ]
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Before he laughs quietly, soft and under his breath like just maybe that's the best sort of thing. And while he doesn't lean or reach for her he does relax then, his own chin dipping for a moment as a smile curls his lips.
Heh.. ]
Saying it like that.. [ If anything... if anything, talking with a warm certainty like that—
...he sounds relieved. ]
There isn't anything I could do to change your mind even if I wanted to, is there. [ Is he teasing?
He just might be. With the best possible intentions. ]
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So tightly wound, yet wanting desperately to break free from something. To reach out, to live and feel, yet being terrified at the very thought. But in moment when she let herself get caught up, when she ignored the voice in the back of her mind telling her that it was dangerous, that it was shameful or any number of things...
While it might not have been true before (she couldn't say), she was the only one holding herself back. And the thought of fighting, laughing, living, and being able to share that with others...
His laughter was contagious, and it was impossible for her to keep a light giggle from her own voice as she tried to tease back. ]
Not a thing, my mind is made up. Although you're welcome to try, I suppose.
[ Why did this feel so freeing, to smile and laugh like this? Was it because of the state he was in earlier, or...
Or because she suddenly had a reason to let go? To be herself.
Thank you... Thank you so much... ]