_{You walk straight, not like them
To fool them in, make it seem like you're in trouble
Make a sound, fake it enough}


(He grinned. His facial muscles felt strained as teeth started to show. It crawled lazily across his face with such ease that he almost cried. He could have bawled but instead, he laughed. He cackled like a dying mad man. Because that’s just what he was. Oh yes, he was terribly aware of his steadily eroding sanity. It was so easy to hide, though. And the laughing increased to such a volume he was sure that the whole Order heard. It was a pity because it was that simple. All he had to do was grin and joke and pretend that he wasn’t dead on the inside. No one saw past the fake that was cheery, optimistic Allen Walker.

He knew he was messed up. Of course he did. But that didn’t stop him from pretending it wasn’t true.

And when he looked up, he saw the 14th. In turn, his smile increased ten-fold.)

I blame you for this.

(The 14th’s face never wavered, as always. For the first time in what felt like forever, Allen frowned. Honest-to-God frowned.

Spinning on his heel, he rotated his body away from the mirror. His arms crossed and lower lip peeking out, Allen pouted. He peeked back before throwing over his shoulder: )

But most of all, I blame myself.

_{I'm only asking
If you remember
I've been trying to get back to the center
I'm sure
It's not like it was}


((This was random and out of the blue. But I feel super alienated in school lately and I'd rather vent on here then confront my friends about it.

On a more cheerful note, the RP is still up and running. We've gotten applications and Baku has even requested an event. Things are lookin' up. c: ))