[ The comfort of 'home' comes in the form of a soul knitting back a part of itself the book cut him off from, connecting him back to the part of him that had no qualms expressing everything he felt. No words follow the knitting of his soul, only the overwhelming presence of Kizu swelling inside him, filling the emptiness in his chest.
There's no shout of his name, no boundless energy surging forward to greet him in welcome only a lament of a lost child clutching onto his heart refusing to leave. Kizu weighs heavily in his heart, refusing to leave the safety of home for fear of being left behind again in the same manner Shouto once clung to his mother. The feeling all the more poignant when Allen slams into him with open arms. It knocks the wind out of him, but he stays upright, back stiff, muscles fighting against the pull of gravity and Allen's sudden momentum. It gives weight to his presence, the intensity of his desperate hold adding to the sense of anguish he can't discern. ]
What's wrong?
[ His arms come around him, winning against gravity and sitting upright with Allen in his lap. Tension fills his muscles. Feeling feeble against his slighter frame, afraid that something is out of place. ]
Is he still there?
[ He lets go of him to frame his face in his hands, tipping his head back to reassure himself it's grey looking back at him, not gold. ]
Allen. Are you still fighting him?
[ Nervfes fill cling to him with the same intensity Kizu bears clutching onto his heart, afraid to be expelled again, similar to how Allen holds him. It's overwhelming, yet welcome in every way. If it were anyone else, he'd try to settle them down and set them aside, but Allen wasn't anyone to him. He holds onto him, mirroring Kizu's same intensity, staring back at those moonlit eyes he never wanted to be without again. ]
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There's no shout of his name, no boundless energy surging forward to greet him in welcome only a lament of a lost child clutching onto his heart refusing to leave. Kizu weighs heavily in his heart, refusing to leave the safety of home for fear of being left behind again in the same manner Shouto once clung to his mother. The feeling all the more poignant when Allen slams into him with open arms. It knocks the wind out of him, but he stays upright, back stiff, muscles fighting against the pull of gravity and Allen's sudden momentum. It gives weight to his presence, the intensity of his desperate hold adding to the sense of anguish he can't discern. ]
What's wrong?
[ His arms come around him, winning against gravity and sitting upright with Allen in his lap. Tension fills his muscles. Feeling feeble against his slighter frame, afraid that something is out of place. ]
Is he still there?
[ He lets go of him to frame his face in his hands, tipping his head back to reassure himself it's grey looking back at him, not gold. ]
Allen. Are you still fighting him?
[ Nervfes fill cling to him with the same intensity Kizu bears clutching onto his heart, afraid to be expelled again, similar to how Allen holds him. It's overwhelming, yet welcome in every way. If it were anyone else, he'd try to settle them down and set them aside, but Allen wasn't anyone to him. He holds onto him, mirroring Kizu's same intensity, staring back at those moonlit eyes he never wanted to be without again. ]
What can I do? How can I help?