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From the moment he first felt Allen recall the name Campbell, from the moment Allen started his journey toward finding the manor, Nea had known how hard it would get, with memories surfacing in Nea and Allen both.
Restless nights, where Nea his best to keep the Fourteenth contained, where sometimes he found himself in control of Allen’s body, but pretended to sleep, always quick to let go.
It had to happen, one day, that Nea could not just let go of control, and of course, it had to be because, for once, Allen’s sleep had been peaceful.
Nea had been a bit lost at first, shifting, blinking slowly, and when alertness came to him, his little smile at the peaceful aura from Allen dropped when he met open eyes.
Golden eyes stared at Krory, muscles of Allen’s body growing tense. How would he react to Nea’s presence? Should he say something?
“... If you move, I am running. Don’t make me run. I’m comfortable.”