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[[Awh crap I think I hear footsteps I gotta go before my mom yells at me for staying up late OTL

sorry!! I’ll try to reply soon but I don’t know how my schedule will be (plus non-tumblr distractions eheh)]]

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“Of course, m’lady,” he responds, walking over to the table and setting the tray down carefully. Allen puts a plate with a single brioche in front of the princess, along with a napkin and fork.

“Allen!” Riliane’s expression lights up as her eyes scan from the face of her servant to the offering he carries, and she reaches a hand to pat at the table where she’s seated.

“Come, come! I want something sweet!”

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“Your Highness?” Allen enters with a tray filled with a flawless arrangement of Riliane’s usual requests.

“Ah, isn’t it time for a snack?”

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“I-I beg your pardon?!” And he’s back to panicking and paranoia once again. “D... Demons already ruined my life, how do I know you’re different?!” Bits and pieces of that day at the beach flash in his head. First the scary woman who wanted food, then when that woman took Riliane... and then when Riliane forgot him... Not to mention the time he overheard Elluka talking about how Riliane’s still not better...

He has good reason to be scared, even if it’s a bit misplaced.

“…I’m a demon. But I’m not here for anything other than checking in on you.”

They can’t lie, so it’s not like they can say they want the kid’s soul or anything. No, they just know this is difficult.

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“F... For now, at least, yeah.” He sighs and finally lets go of the blanket, letting it fall onto his lap. Allen’s confusion is still very present, however. “... What exactly are you, anyways, Ash? And, again, why visit in the dead of night?”

“That’s good. It must make it a bit easier.”

Genetic lottery, just a bit. His sister must not like it, though.

They’re glad he’s relaxing, though. That’s good.

“Sorry if I creeped you out a bit. I can’t do much currently. But I thought you could use someone to talk to.”

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“I-- no. I’m flat as a board.” He answers with equal bluntness. Well, now that they’ve stopped beating around the bush, he can relax just a tiny bit. Bet that Sis is the same... her corsets always look off, anyways.

“Thanks for worrying, I guess?”

“Do you bind? I hope you know how to do that properly.”

Nope, not going to leave any room for doubt.

“It can be dangerous if you don’t do it correctly!”

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“Ash... I-I still don’t get what you’re talking about, though...” A blatant lie. He’s fairly sure what it is that they’re referring to, but Allen wants to be wrong. Maybe they’re referring to his family instead of... him, specifically.

“Call me Ash. Or Venom. Either works. But I’m just here so you can speak to someone who understands.”

Granted, it’s easier for them, since they can shapeshift, but sometimes a form just isn’t right.

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“Wh...” He just stares for a while, dumbfounded. “W... What-- Who...?” Allen’s still very paranoid; if the person before him knows about his... situation, even though a grand total of three living people know about it, who on earth is this?

Elluka’s idea of a joke sounds pretty reasonable right now, what with the pink hair and lack of tact.

“It’s lonely, isn’t it?”

That mist settles now, taking on the form of a person. A person who is mixed–both man and woman–in appearance.

“…Don’t worry. I get it. That’s why I’m here. So you can have someone to talk to about it.”

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His voice returns to meek and insecure once again, caught off guard by the thing’s question. “... I-I beg your pardon?”

“Wait, no, that’s... that’s not your business. I said leave me alone.”

“Are you comfortable in that body, boy?”

It’s a blunt question, but they might as well get to the heart of the conversation. No beating around the bush here.

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“G... Go away...!” He protests weakly, staring at the mist like being before him. What the hell does it think it’s doing? Is this Elluka’s idea of a joke?! Allen instead clings to the blanket tighter, and shakes his head a few times, as if to clear his vision and make what seems to be an illusion vanish.

When he accepts that it’s not going to be easy to get rid of the... thing, he coughs and clears his throat, his tone stronger and more demanding. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, now leave me be. Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Worry not. I’m not going to harm you.”

They’ll even sit on a nearby chair. And then they will chuckle.

“And you don’t need to hide anything from me. I could tell something was a bit off… I think I understand now.”

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Allen wakes up quickly, startled and seeming afraid- he sits up in his bed and looks around, panicked. And this is before he noticed the spirit in his room. As soon as he hears someone speak, he pulls his covers higher over him and frantically searches for the source. Nothing...? Maybe I’m just hearing things. He attempts to reassure himself of this, until he sees... something. Clouds? Indoors?

“W... Who’s there?”

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This one is interesting, the demon in the sword observes. Quietly, quietly, they leave to see him. A gentle mist, barely in the form of a person, seeps into Allen’s room one night. To speak to him, to comfort him… Because even a demon can tell when someone needs it, when they’re unsure.

“Hello, child.”

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Dress up my muse by submitting outfits into my inbox and my muse will tell you how they feel about the outfit you chose

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[[Tumblr keeps changing and school keeps being stupid, but i’m here!!! For real!!!!! I’ll probably toss Allen into everyone’s ask boxes and stuff if that’s ok??

also my irl friend Daisy said someone wanted trans!allen stuff and that caught my attention, hence i’m on

so hi!! for real hopefully!!]]

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[[Holy wow it’s been months since I last logged in!! Gosh I’m sorry I’ve been really really busy lately so I haven’t had the time to drop in... but hi. I’m alive. Sup.]]

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"... Good to know we're on the same page in that aspect, then," he mutters.

He's still on the defensive, however. The other blond seems to be exactly like him- but how far back do these similarities reach? "The question is, why on earth would you be in the same place as me?"

Of course he’s alarmed. No one can know that name. It would ruin everything. The already delicate situation around him would collapse.

”..Don’t say that name,” His voice sounds weak, and he doesn’t want to recognize the bubbling panic he feels from it.

"Don’t ever say that name."

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"F... Fine..." he sighs a third time, shoulders slumping in defeat. He is hungry, but he thought he could just stave it off until the demon gave up. Obviously, that's not going to be the case.

The boy reluctantly heads towards the kitchen and keeps his eyes low, not daring to look at anyone for fear of the demon urging him to eat his coworkers, friends, and family, possibly. Any requests? he thinks sarcastically as he preps the kitchen routinely.

He still has a bit of fight left in him. Maybe she should coil herself tighter around his mind, and strangle him into subservience… No, she’ll let him choose first what to do before using excess force.

"Didn’t I tell you before? I want food. You’re going to be my mouth and stomach, or you’ll be my snack."

She was being so blunt about her plans with him… It really was as simple as ‘eat or be eaten’ with her.

"Now eat, like I told you to, or I will make you do so."

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"A-Ah, I apologize for intruding, miss..." his voice trails off as he notices how similar the girl looks to his Princess, they're nearly identical, barring the masculine outfit that this girl has. She almost looks like a servant herself, but the high and mighty talk convinces him otherwise."I-I was in the forest, searching for something, when it started to rain and I took shelter here... Again, I'm sorry..."

Will you do my chores for me?

"My, my! What brings you all the way here? Please make it quick before I lose my patience and call for the twins to…escort you out of the theater. Trespassers are not welcomed here, especially lowly ones such as yourself.”