Allen thought it was a voice, but he couldn't be sure. He thought it was high and amused, but he didn't really know. What it sounded like was the high-pitched ring of a blank thought. There weren't really words being spoken, there wasn't really a conversation happening. There was nothing there. A sharp pain went through his eye, and his scar-- it looked like... it looked like...
You don't want to be doing that
Allen snapped his eyes shut.
"E...excuse me. Please pardon me... " he stammered, feeling suddenly as though he'd mistakeningly seen someone nude. Which didn't make sense. The...whatever was wearing a very familiar looking cloak. "My apologies. Y...you're with the Order, I assume."
Correct! congratulated the man who wasn't there. Allen turned his head and watched him through a half opened eye, and it felt a little easier to fix on him like that. It hurt though. Every word he that wasn't spoken, felt... wrong. And...not quite! I am from an Order.
The man who wasn't by walked past. Allen thought he saw this: a sharp profile, under the hood. A glimpse of a pale cheek. The familiar lines of a pierrot: make-up Allen had worn a thousand times, in his life as a clown...
A white, fanged grin.
Just not yours.
Then he was gone, just like that. It shouldn't have been so surprising. He'd never been there at all.
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Date: 2006-06-03 02:14 am (UTC)srsly cute, omg...iiiii sort of do too now that you mention it
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Date: 2006-06-03 05:29 pm (UTC)Allen thought it was a voice, but he couldn't be sure. He thought it was high and amused, but he didn't really know. What it sounded like was the high-pitched ring of a blank thought. There weren't really words being spoken, there wasn't really a conversation happening. There was nothing there. A sharp pain went through his eye, and his scar-- it looked like... it looked like...
You don't want to be doing that
Allen snapped his eyes shut.
"E...excuse me. Please pardon me... " he stammered, feeling suddenly as though he'd mistakeningly seen someone nude. Which didn't make sense. The...whatever was wearing a very familiar looking cloak. "My apologies. Y...you're with the Order, I assume."
Correct! congratulated the man who wasn't there. Allen turned his head and watched him through a half opened eye, and it felt a little easier to fix on him like that. It hurt though. Every word he that wasn't spoken, felt... wrong. And...not quite! I am from an Order.
The man who wasn't by walked past. Allen thought he saw this: a sharp profile, under the hood. A glimpse of a pale cheek. The familiar lines of a pierrot: make-up Allen had worn a thousand times, in his life as a clown...
A white, fanged grin.
Just not yours.
Then he was gone, just like that. It shouldn't have been so surprising. He'd never been there at all.
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Date: 2006-06-23 05:36 am (UTC)