Got a lil behind, whoops.

Day 8
Theme: Mirror/Reflection

The Glass Cage
Part Two

Every time Allen passed any reflective surface, he saw an eerie shadow looming over him. Over time, he'd somewhat gotten used to it. He even took moments out of his day to stop and make faces at the toothy—creepy—smile. He was not okay with it, he was just accepting. He'd never been fond of his reflection. He looks unnatural and it's not something he could easily hide.

But there was something he did like about those reflective surfaces. He could discreetly watch the people around him. He could see Lavi making lovesick faces at Lenalee when she was not looking and he could see Lenalee always reaching for his hand, but backing out at the last moment. Komui would have a fit, but Allen thought they would be perfect…if the Black Order didn't exist and Lavi wasn't a bookman in training.

On the other hand, he also saw things that broke his heart.

Namely, Kanda.

If he was pressed in a corner, he probably still wouldn't admit that he felt a little pang of…well, something for him. It wasn't pity…or sympathy. But it was a melancholic feeling. Never once had he been caught watching that dark haired man, because that man never once looked up.

Allen wasn't a nosy person by nature, but he did want to know why. He was curious why that man would rather stare in any other direction. He wanted to understand what caused him to purposefully redirect his actions or even open a window to lift the glass.

It almost seemed like the man was stuck in a glass cage.

As a fellow residence of the glass cage, he had an insatiable urge to reach out. He never did, however, because that imprisoned man would never even look him in the eyes long enough to know he wasn't alone.