I've been meaning to post but Finals are coming... so... urg

Chapter 5:
Allen

Allen hovered above his counterpart, observing him with great care. This boy, Allen thought, loves her. He watched as Danny turned in his bed, burying his face into his pillow. How amusing, Danny was reacting to Allen's thoughts. He saw a smile creep onto Danny's lips. There's a ghost! Allen thought with fake urgency, watching Danny suddenly sit up in bed and look around wildly, his hands curled in fists.

"There wasn't a ghost." Allen said, Danny looked up at the floating Prince. "You're reacting to my thoughts, how amusing, perhaps we are linked in more than looks."

"Leave me alone. Ghosts need to sleep sometime." Danny frowned, pulling the covers over his head.

"On the contrary, memories don't have sleep." Allen smirked at the boy. He felt Danny's annoyed emotion. "But we need to relax, I suppose I will leave you be for the time being and meet with Elizabeth's aura."

"Sam?" Danny asked, sitting up again. Allen smiled; Danny was in love with her.

"Perhaps." Danny heard a swish of Allen's traveling cloak and he was gone. Danny fell back onto his bed. Maybe he was thinking too much, Sam had preoccupied his mind too many times to count.

She was playful, she may not act it but she was. Allen floated with Elizabeth, watching Sam sleep. "She's trying to have a golden heart and now, she was starting to succeed. Her aura, it shines the brightest –" Allen began, closing his eyes and seeing an amber light in the shape of Sam.

"With Danny. My Aura did the same for you." Elizabeth finished. The two seated themselves on the roof of Sam's home, gazing up at the stars that managed to peek through clouds. "Sam said that we still have a chance at crossing over. It just depends whether or not we find what we're missing, what's keeping us here. What if they're it Allen? What if we were waiting for them? I mean he looks like you and she has the same aura as me. Oh, what am I saying!" She beamed up into the sky. "It doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that we're back together." She felt Allen's arm wrap around her and pull her closer to him

"Do you like her?" Allen asked quietly. He buried his nose into her hair; it still smelled faintly of lilacs.

"Samantha?" Elizabeth asked, Allen nodded. "Yes. She makes me very happy." Elizabeth smiled.

"More than me?" He murmured. He felt her hand come up to touch his cheek, he smiled warmly.

"No one could make me happier than you." Elizabeth replied. "But she is warm, despite the fact she wants to hate. Just like you." Allen kissed her forehead. "Would you want to remain a memory forever?" Elizabeth asked.

"Perhaps." Allen replied, his automatic answer. The two floated just above the roof, watching as the clouds moved slowly. "But I would prefer not to be." He answered after a while.

"Either would I." Elizabeth closed her eyes, as if she were dreaming, a small smile playing on her lips. Allen never spoke much; the little he did was well worth though.

He felt like he owed her something. Allen looked at Emily; she was resting in his arms, choosing to sleep. He couldn't remember what it was like to feel the warmth of the sun, the warmth of her skin. He traced her jaw line, wishing he could feel the warmth of being alive again. He felt like he had wronged her, promising a dance he could never fully give.

As a Prince you were taught to think thoroughly before you answer anything. He always forgot that around Elizabeth. So he promised he would dance with her again, even though there was a chance he wouldn't come back. His words had been foolish and even more so than ever, he didn't want to speak, afraid that he would not think things through, he would say something wrong and the world around him would crash and burn. But she, she would stay beside him no matter what. Allen brushed away the hair that fell onto her face.

Was he a burden to this angel? Allen wondered, cradling Elizabeth in his arms. He had loved her long before he could remember. But did he cause a burden to her pure heart? Was he the one who made some of her cheerful laughs hollow?

Elizabeth stirred slightly, opening her eyes slowly, smiling at her Prince who looked lost in thought. "Copper for your thoughts?" Elizabeth asked, giving him a smile reserved just for him. He glanced at her and let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head towards the sky. It was turning a light gray. Orange and yellow could be seen in the distance where the clouds refused to cover unlike where they sat, clouds trying to block out the sun.

"No copper." Allen said finally, staring out at the sunrise with a burning sensation in his chest that he had not felt for hundreds of years. "After all this time, I have finally regained the hope for a new day." He smiled softly, kissing Elizabeth gently before their gazes fell on the distant sunrise.

There isn't much to say about Allen. Elizabeth thought quietly. He's often quiet, he can be rude and at the same time so sweet. As Prince he believes that he must take all responsibility and guilt. He takes in other people's burdens and his own, trying to fix them only for it to turn into failure.

But that was the one thing that was changing. Why fix everyone else's problems when Allen couldn't handle them? He would handle his own, perhaps a select few he knew he could handle, like that Danny Fenton and hers. But he wouldn't worry; he would begin to enjoy the rise of a new day. Just because he was the Prince didn't mean he had to take everything on himself. He didn't even have that big of a heart when he was alive, it was small until she came into his life, she helped it grow.

"I'm glad, you've missed it for a long time." Elizabeth smiled, kissing his cheek. "Samantha may be waking soon as will Daniel, so please return to Daniel. You can teach him while you have the chance."

"Teach?" Allen questioned, arching a brow at his lover. She laughed full heartedly.

"Teach him to never lose the flame of hope for the coming of the new day. Teach him something worthwhile." She looked cheerful. Her expression changed suddenly into a worried one. "And perhaps tell him of Emily. Perhaps they can help her." She looked at Allen with hope. "Perhaps." She smiled, 'Perhaps' was Allen's favorite word.

"Perhaps." He replied, kissing Elizabeth's hand.

"Adieu!" Elizabeth called as Allen floated away.

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Adieu
Nightwing