Chapter Two: Eternal
Of all of the things Allen Walker loved the most about Lavi Bookman, whether it was out of friendship or something more, it was that he always had something to say. It wasn't always a bad thing, per say, but it was refreshing listening to the little things Lavi would tell him. He had this eternal knowledge about him that fascinated him, and on most occasions, Allen would do anything to prolong such a beautiful thing.
"What kind of architecture would you classify the Black Order as, Lavi?" Allen asked, his head resting on the back of the chair he was straddling as he watched the Bookman apprentice work. Normally this wasn't allowed, but when it came to Allen Walker, exceptions were always present.
"What's gotten into you, Allen?" Lavi asked with a chuckle. He scratched away the last few letters in the sentence he was writing before he set his pen down and looked at his best friend, "I've never seen you so interested in little things like this. What piqued your interest all of a sudden?" Allen pursed his lips and stared at the ground for a moment. What had gotten into him? Sure, he was a curious person every now and then, but it was something about the way Lavi broke everything down for him that made it interesting. What made architecture so fascinating? What was it about the Russian language that made it so beautifully complex and alluring? Why was British literature, something Allen found to be a pain himself, all of a sudden so much deeper and mesmerizing?
"I... I don't know," Allen mustered, his glassy grey eyes focusing on Lavi's emerald one once more. They sat there in silence for a moment, the candlelight flickering between them as they both tried searching for answers they couldn't seem to find. It was then that it hit Allen, why he was so curious, "I guess I just want to see the extent of your knowledge. I wanna know how much you know, and I want to see if there's something - anything - out of your mind's reach." Allen's eyes lit up with a sudden determination that made Lavi's spine tingle ever so slightly. The redhead laughed, and then picked up his pen to begin writing again.
"Alrighty, shortstack, let us begin this quest for eternal knowledge."
(A/N) Thanks a bunch for reading! For part two, head on over to Bambino-Rotto's 100 Laven Drabbles. Reviews are much appreciated!