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[23 MAR] [D.GRAY-MAN] [ONE FOR THE TREASURE TROVE OF LIFE]
Title: One for the Treasure Trove of Life
Day/Theme: 23rd March 2010; don't want to forget come daylight
Series: D.Gray-man
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Allen, Lenalee; Allen/Lenalee
Rating: G
Notes: Set early during the series. Also, is mostly plot-ignorant.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Allen glances up to see Lenalee looking over the square with a soft smile on her face. The town they have decided to spend the night in is alive with festivities, its people celebrating a year of bountiful harvest. He responds with a smile of his own and a simple "Yes, it is," even though he is not sure if he is referring to the merrymaking or the sight of his fellow Exorcist looking truly carefree for the first time in a while.
The thought makes him shudder slightly, although thankfully the girl fails to notice. There is the promise of a great deal of bloodshed - his own blood being the one in question - if Komui ever found out he'd been looking at his beloved sister like that.
A sudden burst of rapturous sound brings Allen out of his imaginings of possible doom. When he looks up he finds that most of the townsfolk have begun dancing in the centre of the square while a small band plays a frolicsome tune by the side. He turns towards his companion to remark on the latest development, but the sight before him causes the words to die at his lips.
There is a spark in Lenalee's eyes he has never seen before, and it is wonderful to behold. Abruptly she turns to look at him and he starts almost shamefully, like he has seen something he should not be privy to. Her next words catch him off-guard, however, and the guilt is replaced with bewilderment.
"Let's join them," she suggests, her cheeriness a stark contrast to his fish-out-of-water gape. "Huh?" is the most intelligent thing he can muster before he realizes she is tugging his sleeve and goading him into standing up.
"Come on, Allen," she chides, "you have to admit it looks like fun." It is not something he can argue with, but really, joining in is another matter altogether. Still, it is Lenalee asking and it's not like anyone he knows - especially him - can refuse a direct request from her. So he reluctantly gives in and lets her guide him into the square, making token efforts of resistance - "Really, Lenalee, I can't dance very well" - which she laughs off all the same - "Just follow what everyone else is doing; it's pretty simple" - much to his chagrin. There will be big brother retribution for this, he is sure of it.
Before he knows it they are in the crowd and she is guiding him into a stumbling mimicry of the liveliness around them like she has known how to do it her entire life. It is awkward at first, his movements riddled with mistakes, but as he lets the music flow into him like she instructs him to his body responds almost instinctively and soon enough they are part and puzzle of the whirling mass. Feeling the tension seep from his muscles, seeing her face free of shadows, Allen learns to let go.
Tonight, there is no Earl, no war, no death, no suffering.
Tonight, he is just Allen and she is just Lenalee and everything is beautiful. Tonight is a memory he swears he will never forsake.
All too soon the music ends and the festival comes to a close. Under Allen's gentle coaxing, Lenalee agrees to retire for the night in preparation for the long journey tomorrow, although she somehow forgets to unlink their hands on their way to the inn. He is embarassed for sure, but he cannot bring himself to discontinue the contact. The night has not yet ended, after all. She lets go, however, when they reach their rooms - separate, of course - but not before she surprises him for the third time in these few hours.
"Goodnight, Allen," Lenalee murmurs as she brushes a chaste kiss on Allen's cheek before disappearing behind the door to her room. Dumbstruck, the boy can only stand shellshocked in the hallway, his blank gaze riveted on the aged wood.
It takes three minutes and twenty-eight seconds for a bright blush to bloom on his cheeks, coupled with a silly grin that threatens to tear his face in two.
(Coincidentally, it only takes five seconds for him to remember that Timcanpy's whereabouts the whole night are unknown, and less than half that time for him to come to the conclusion that if Komui gets hold of anything the golem might have seen he is going to be one very, very dead man.)
Day/Theme: 23rd March 2010; don't want to forget come daylight
Series: D.Gray-man
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Allen, Lenalee; Allen/Lenalee
Rating: G
Notes: Set early during the series. Also, is mostly plot-ignorant.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Allen glances up to see Lenalee looking over the square with a soft smile on her face. The town they have decided to spend the night in is alive with festivities, its people celebrating a year of bountiful harvest. He responds with a smile of his own and a simple "Yes, it is," even though he is not sure if he is referring to the merrymaking or the sight of his fellow Exorcist looking truly carefree for the first time in a while.
The thought makes him shudder slightly, although thankfully the girl fails to notice. There is the promise of a great deal of bloodshed - his own blood being the one in question - if Komui ever found out he'd been looking at his beloved sister like that.
A sudden burst of rapturous sound brings Allen out of his imaginings of possible doom. When he looks up he finds that most of the townsfolk have begun dancing in the centre of the square while a small band plays a frolicsome tune by the side. He turns towards his companion to remark on the latest development, but the sight before him causes the words to die at his lips.
There is a spark in Lenalee's eyes he has never seen before, and it is wonderful to behold. Abruptly she turns to look at him and he starts almost shamefully, like he has seen something he should not be privy to. Her next words catch him off-guard, however, and the guilt is replaced with bewilderment.
"Let's join them," she suggests, her cheeriness a stark contrast to his fish-out-of-water gape. "Huh?" is the most intelligent thing he can muster before he realizes she is tugging his sleeve and goading him into standing up.
"Come on, Allen," she chides, "you have to admit it looks like fun." It is not something he can argue with, but really, joining in is another matter altogether. Still, it is Lenalee asking and it's not like anyone he knows - especially him - can refuse a direct request from her. So he reluctantly gives in and lets her guide him into the square, making token efforts of resistance - "Really, Lenalee, I can't dance very well" - which she laughs off all the same - "Just follow what everyone else is doing; it's pretty simple" - much to his chagrin. There will be big brother retribution for this, he is sure of it.
Before he knows it they are in the crowd and she is guiding him into a stumbling mimicry of the liveliness around them like she has known how to do it her entire life. It is awkward at first, his movements riddled with mistakes, but as he lets the music flow into him like she instructs him to his body responds almost instinctively and soon enough they are part and puzzle of the whirling mass. Feeling the tension seep from his muscles, seeing her face free of shadows, Allen learns to let go.
Tonight, there is no Earl, no war, no death, no suffering.
Tonight, he is just Allen and she is just Lenalee and everything is beautiful. Tonight is a memory he swears he will never forsake.
All too soon the music ends and the festival comes to a close. Under Allen's gentle coaxing, Lenalee agrees to retire for the night in preparation for the long journey tomorrow, although she somehow forgets to unlink their hands on their way to the inn. He is embarassed for sure, but he cannot bring himself to discontinue the contact. The night has not yet ended, after all. She lets go, however, when they reach their rooms - separate, of course - but not before she surprises him for the third time in these few hours.
"Goodnight, Allen," Lenalee murmurs as she brushes a chaste kiss on Allen's cheek before disappearing behind the door to her room. Dumbstruck, the boy can only stand shellshocked in the hallway, his blank gaze riveted on the aged wood.
It takes three minutes and twenty-eight seconds for a bright blush to bloom on his cheeks, coupled with a silly grin that threatens to tear his face in two.
(Coincidentally, it only takes five seconds for him to remember that Timcanpy's whereabouts the whole night are unknown, and less than half that time for him to come to the conclusion that if Komui gets hold of anything the golem might have seen he is going to be one very, very dead man.)