Chapter 3
***Allen'sPoV***
There he was. The mysterious man who had heard my singing and weaved his way in my thoughts so that he is always there, in the back of my mind. I almost smiled at the fact that he looked so ecstatic to have found me once more, but that was easily tossed aside as hopeful thinking, after all, I didn't know the man personally, and some one so beautiful shouldn't waste his time with a pitiful, broken being such as me. I sighed and knew that even though I still had the chance to run and escape the man, there would be no point, there's nothing to lose in at least trying to introduce myself, is there? I decided to look up from my feet and really take a closer look at his features.
I must say, there was no lie when I said he was beautiful. He had a mess of crimson red hair in an array of disorderly spikes held up with a strange bandana, although somehow that hopeless looking mess simply added to the charm. From what I could see, illuminated by only the silver moonlight, was fair, sun-kissed tan skin. He was a bit taller than myself, and the most lovely smile. But that wasn't what captivated me, left me breathless and cold yet filled and warm all at once. It was his eyes. Or, should I rather say, eye, his left eye, it was the most brilliant of emeralds I have seen in my entire, quite honestly short, life, and I loved it, it held so much emotion despite being lone, vast knowledge and love, for what I wasn't quite sure of. His right, however, was regrettably covered by a black eye-patch.
***Lavi'sPoV***
Finally, I had finally found the lithe angel haunting my dreams each night, and I wasn't about to let him go, I never really believed in love at first sight, I found it childish and quite literally stupid. Now I believe it to be true, for I feel it has happened to my very self. Although I feel there is many things I want to say to the boy, I know that the best choice is to simply start off with- "U-um... Hello there." The angel pipes up shyly, barely looking up at me after doing so. I couldn't help but grin at the boys futile attempts to shy away. "Hiya there, cutie~" I said with a joking purr, winking, although the boy might not actually understand that part... Damn eye-patch. He jumps a bit after hearing me speak up and looks at me astounded by my words. Huh, Guess the kid doesn't get compliments much.
He laughs, and I feel myself drift away from my senses hearing him. It sounds like the pleasant chirp of a sparrow, yet the coo of a mourning dove, and all at once as brittle as the crisp winter air and as comforting as silver bells, I keep in mind I should probably make him laugh more often, it makes me feel so airy and warm. I decide to chuckle softly along with him, and gently take his left hand, which immediately caused his amusement to dissipate. He looked almost mortified and yanked his hand away with more force than I thought he could muster and stared at his own appendage in slight disgust. I wince and take it as though he thought I was revolting, before he takes my hand with his right hand with guilt evident in his features, "I'm sorry... That was very rude of me, I would just appreciate if you kept contact of my left hand minimal, if that's okay with you." I blink once. Twice. Before I nod, slightly confused by the events that had just taken place.
I squeeze his, double checking, right hand, throwing him my signature, charming grin and speak up, "Nah, it's alright, but if ya don't mind me asking, what's y'ur name, beansprout?" He visibly flinches at the new nickname before he whispers gently, "Allen, Allen... Walker, and yours?" he asks curiously. "Lavi Bookman." He nods and shakes my hand gently, seeming to feel more confident about speaking with me, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lavi" "Indeed it is, Beansprout." twitches again and mutters, "I would appreciate if you didn't call me that, y'know..."
***Allen'sPoV***
Beansprout. Why does he insist on calling me that? I've never found myself to be particularly short in stature at any point, I've always been average height, this guy is just freakishly tall! Never mind being handsome this guy better not call me that anymore, cause the name's Allen, and he better get it through his thick skull real quick! He starts to laugh and I glare at him, immediately silencing him, he blinked, before regaining himself, throwing me a big crooked smile and chirped, "Sorry but no-can-do, Beansprout, it's cute and fits too well~."
I feel my glare darken before I sigh and say, "Fine but y'better not forget that the name's Allen, got it?" My voice was much less threatening than I hoped it would come out to be, nonetheless I got my point across as he said, "Not a chance, Cutie." I relax a bit still weary of the awful nicknames that are most likely going to be thrown at me rather abruptly, decide to ignore it and still try to converse with the young man rather than flee like my original plan. Despite how irritating it is to be called short, I really do hope we get to be good friends, if not mor- too much wishful thinking...
