Food

[Canon]

"Please, eat something." Allen begged the Eurasian huntress, who had her head resting against the cold, hard table of the dining hall.

"I feel horrible, can't eat." She mumbled, but he was able to hear her.

"If you don't eat anything, you won't feel better." He wondered why she is reacting so badly to her routine medical examinations. Ever since her Innocence became Crystal Type, her health and vitality has evidently declined.

He even asked Lenalee about it, but the Chinese exorcist was also puzzled.

After minutes of silence, Allen sighed. He stood and walked away.

Desdemona breathed out. She had no strength to fight him when he dragged her here. She also had no strength to stand up and head back to her room by herself. His nagging was preventing her from falling asleep, but she is glad he finally left.

She closed her eyes.

It's not like she can actually go to sleep.

Her heart beat painfully fast and loudly in her ears, and a sense of breathlessness plagued her chronically. She knew it will take her a few days to recover from her "procedures" but she suspects that her reactions are getting worse each time they do it.

Is her body not taking it as well?

Or have they gotten greedy?

Who knows.

Soon enough, the white haired boy returned. In his hand, he held a plate upon which a piece of chocolate cake sat. He placed down the plate and straddled the bench, next to the Eurasian girl, before propping her up.

She groaned in complaint. "Leave me alone."

"No." He regarded her with serious eyes as he used a fork to cut into the cake, before lifting it close to her mouth. "Eat."

She glanced down. "Cake? I never thought you would-"

"Anything." He pushed on her lips with the cake. "Please, anything is fine. Please eat."

Giving in, the girl took the cake on the fork into her mouth. It was meant to be delicious, she knows, but in her state it almost feels as though her brain doesn't have enough blood to process the taste.

"You always look so pale." He kept feeding her. "What medical exams are they doing on you exactly?"

"Blood tests." She replied swiftly. "A lot of blood tests. They draw a lot."

"Water." He passed her a glass. She sipped at it. "They need to stop being so heavy-handed. Every time they check you up, you come out worse than you went in." He fed her more cake.

She didn't reply, too exhausted to think too much. Feeling fatigue in her back, she leaned sideways onto into shoulder.

He tensed slightly, shocked by her sudden closeness, but kept feeding her regardless.

She opened her mouth as cake gets delivered, then all she has to do is chew and swallow. But the more she ate the dizzier she feels. It's as though all the blood left her head to help digest the food.

She raised a hand to stop the English boy from feeding her anymore. "Stop, it's making it worse."

"Just finish this, ok?" Allen insisted, and she gave in. "After this I'll get you to your room and let you sleep."

She sighed between bites. "If only I can fall asleep."

"I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."

"Stop patronising me."

"You worry me."

Normally she would react to this kind of thing he says, but he noticed that she was strangely unresponsive.

Just how much blood did they take from her?

Finally finishing the cake (albeit something not ideal to feed her, it was the only thing she would eat in this state), he placed down the plate.

The Eurasian girl tried to stand up, but somehow the act of standing made her sight black and her sense of balance vanished.

Quickly, Allen reached over and grabbed her before she actually fell. He swiftly bent down and placed an arm behind her knee, before lifting her up.

"Put me down." She spoke weakly.

He frowned and shook his head, before heading to her room. There were stares in the Dining Room, but he didn't care.

He glanced down at her pale face, and in his arms he could feel her breathe so quickly.

What did they do to her?

Hi everyone, I'm sorry for the lack of updates recently, I've been busy OTL. Also I am trying hard to do a thorough edit of You Will Not Walk Alone just to clean up some details.

[[I just want to briefly vent regarding the recent wave of incidents in the fandom. Creation is a very personal and intimate process, what you create is not something you pull from thin air, you place a portion of yourself into it. This is why, I don't believe fans should have any kind of coercive effect on creators regarding their creation, just because something doesn't match your own fantasies. As such I believe creators have full right to criticise official representations of characters to be not what they intended. This is not an attack on the fans that support that kind of representation, merely a creator being displeased about inaccurate official publications.

As such, accusations of homophobia against the creator is totally unwarranted in this context, and I personally feel these accusations and these so called "evidence" are only manifestations of biased assumptions.

Just because there are no spiders in my fic, doesn't mean I have arachnophobia.

Is it just me or has the fandom become a lot more aggressive since the revival of DGM? It used to be so much more accepting before the hiatus. And I personally don't feel the people who stayed and waited together during the hiatus is capable of such things. I'm almost tempted to say that the sudden popularity of DGM due to its revival, and the dramatic expansion of its fanbase caused some very unpleasant and vocal "fans" to enter into the fandom.

It appears as a fandom, we don't deserve good things because we just end up ruining them.]]

On a lighter note, I'm working on something to replace SCA. :D Something I can hopefully be motivated to write often once I finish this 100 Themes challenge :D

Please review?

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