Red_Cross_Roads (Scarlet_Nin)
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„You’ve just woken up from months of bedrest,”
Exasperation colors Nea’s voice as they come to a stop, both breathing heavily after running so far. Mana wheezes for breath, hands braced on his knees. Nea narrows his eyes and warps a hand around his brother’s wrist. “Don’t you think you should take it easy?”
“You’re such a worrywart,” Mana grins and stands, wiping the sweat on his brow away with his sleeve. “I’ve spent enough time confided to my bed. I missed running around with you like this.”
“Yeah,” Nea drops his wrist with a frown, deeming the pulse beneath his hands steady enough for now and flicks Mana on the forehead with his fingers. “and that’s why you should take it slow. I don’t want you to end up sick again.”
Mana rubs the spot on his forehead and pouts. “But it’s fun!” He whines.
“It’s dangerous,” Nea scowls.
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Magic is as fickle as the emotions giving them power. A second of hesitation, the tiniest grain of doubt within would suffice in changing the intention of the spell. Because the most powerful energy in this world is the human soul and humans were creatures of selfishness. Allen was no different.
The night when Cross returns with a bleeding child dressed in rags in his arms the wind is silent.
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Humanity had many sins. But the most unforgiving sin was committed by the Clan of Noah.
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It’s Wisely’s first Christmas with his family since reincarnating. They’re a noisy bunch of eccentrics and while he loves them he’s not a fan of enduring the Christmas party Sheryl will force them to attend. Having accepted his fate as he doesn’t find any excuses believable enough to explain his absence, he doesn’t expect Tyki to kidnap him straight out of bed first thing in the morning.
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All it takes for Allen's mask to crack is the sight of an old face coming back to haunt him. A nightmare he couldn't think of is becoming a reality and every time he sees Cosimov smile, he can feel the phantom sting of a fist hitting his face, the frostbite chilling his skin. He's eight again, hurting, bitter and on his own against someone who's trying his hardest to make him miserable. But this time he's got Mana's armor to shield him, so it'll be fine. Nobody will notice what's happening behind the stage as long as he does his best to keep up appearances.
He's dealt with Cosimov before, he'll manage to endure it again. For the sake of keeping his promise to Mana.
Expect between the keen eyes of a swordman, the observation skills of a Bookman and the attention of a concerned friend his secret won't be burried for long beneath his slipping smiles. It's only a matter of time until the curtain falls.