With one foot in the grave
Author's Note: This is the sequel to "Trying to fill the Ocean with Pebbles." There's gonna be some references to that in here, so if you haven't already, it might be a good idea to take a glance at that before reading this.
Just a warning, I was almost as disoriented as Allen here is when I wrote this. So it probably won't make sense unless you squint really, really hard. Other than that, hope you enjoy. D
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He sees purple in his dreams. In between the hazes of speckled tiling and someone murmuring above his ear, in a thousand shades of white and grey. Sometimes it's a fuzziness, a dark buzz of lavender spilling like ink on untouched paper. Sometimes it's a voice, a lullaby lost in thunder.
Odd? Probably. Purple is neither red nor blue, neither fire nor sea and it defines nothing. It's a neutral color, the swirling vortex of the night out on the snow while he was nearly bleeding to death.
Snow...?
In between the fazes of hypothermia and frost bite, there was a swish of cloth, and only silence. Stars blinking above through half-lidded eyes.
Purple's the color of the fade from reality to dreams.
Purple's the color of blood spilled in shadows and never known.
Purple's a color, just like grey. The world's never only in one shade, but in millions. Like how humans (you try so hard to protect them), like akuma, could be your dreaded enemy.
The sound of beeping through the darkness. Allen feels his mind wake, the whispers around him growing louder, clearer. There's the high-pitched worriness of Linali's voice, followed by another, her brother. Footsteps, around the cold tiles.
Purple was the color of Mana's coat.
His eyelids flutter open, the purpleness of his dreams dispersing to grey and a pair of dark eyes. Kanda sits by the hospital bed, arms crossed, Mugen in his lap. He says nothing, but there's a cold glare in those eyes that says everything else.
Allen attempts a smile, the tug at his lips pulled crooked. "Sorry for worrying you, Kanda."
A shuffle. A "Shut up." A "Go back to sleep, sprout." A huff as Kanda turns to face the other way, scowl upon his lips.
So Allen drifts back into the world of the unconscious, with thoughts of stars and a moon tasting of copper and silk. The beeping of the hospital falls away and he dreams in green and gold.
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