Additional Immunity Drabbles by Bookmans-Lavi
"Go On Without Me" - October 17th, 2014
Prompt: Send Me a 'go on without me' and I'll write a short drabble as my muse at your muse's funeral.
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“Jesus fucking Christ.”
There was no way to do it properly. Society had gone down the drain and despite the new, gleaming hope, the light that humanity’s savior had emitted was now forever gone. He gave up his blood while he could—as much as he possibly could—and then threw himself to the Infected so that the remaining survivors could manage to get out safely with the antidote.
The antidote that was Allen Walker’s blood.
All these ten years and some months had been for naught in Lavi’s opinion. Sure, he managed to help get the blood to some sort of scientist group that had been kept safe throughout the apocalypse, but it wasn’t worth it to him. It wasn’t worth it at all as Lavi dug Allen’s grave himself and managed to put in what bones he THOUGHT were the teen’s…
What was the point anymore?
The redhead lost everyone, as far as he knows. Humanity would take a while to come back up to any of its former glory, but he almost didn’t even want to see it. Bookman was gone. He never knew what happened to his friends Kanda, Lenalee, Marie, Timothy, and others. And the only person he’s managed to keep with him is gone for sure. There’s no hope that he can come back.
No hope at all.
'What am I even supposed to do now…?'
Lavi stabs his shovel into the newly churned ground and sits down. He leans his forehead against the handle. No one there because it’s too dangerous with Infected still roaming around, and the twenty-something man couldn’t bring himself to care. All he could do was start to give a very long ‘few words’ to his best friend—the one he considered a brother to him and whom he never wanted to lose…
——But had lost anyway.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
There was no way to do it properly. Society had gone down the drain and despite the new, gleaming hope, the light that humanity’s savior had emitted was now forever gone. He gave up his blood while he could—as much as he possibly could—and then threw himself to the Infected so that the remaining survivors could manage to get out safely with the antidote.
The antidote that was Allen Walker’s blood.
All these ten years and some months had been for naught in Lavi’s opinion. Sure, he managed to help get the blood to some sort of scientist group that had been kept safe throughout the apocalypse, but it wasn’t worth it to him. It wasn’t worth it at all as Lavi dug Allen’s grave himself and managed to put in what bones he THOUGHT were the teen’s…
What was the point anymore?
The redhead lost everyone, as far as he knows. Humanity would take a while to come back up to any of its former glory, but he almost didn’t even want to see it. Bookman was gone. He never knew what happened to his friends Kanda, Lenalee, Marie, Timothy, and others. And the only person he’s managed to keep with him is gone for sure. There’s no hope that he can come back.
No hope at all.
'What am I even supposed to do now…?'
Lavi stabs his shovel into the newly churned ground and sits down. He leans his forehead against the handle. No one there because it’s too dangerous with Infected still roaming around, and the twenty-something man couldn’t bring himself to care. All he could do was start to give a very long ‘few words’ to his best friend—the one he considered a brother to him and whom he never wanted to lose…
——But had lost anyway.
"1-Year Anniversary" - November 1st, 2014
Prompt: It's nearing another year since the loss of your character, send me your character's name and how long they've been gone to see how my character responds.
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Even with Allen’s sacrifice, Lavi didn’t feel a single damn shred of happiness.
H>e gave up his blood and his body in order to save people. His blood was given to the scientists that Lavi had to make sure he could help out of the infiltrated compound, not realizing he left Allen behind because he thought the guy was right behind him. Turns out that wasn’t the case at all because Allen took off to fend off the Infected and buy them some more time.
If only the redhead knew, he wouldn’t have permitted it.
But it happened anyway.
There was no body to mourn over. No bones to bury. The only thing left to Lavi from Allen was a card from his deck of cards from whenever they were bored and found it on their travels to find a compound that seemed mildly promising—since the both of them could be picky and were traveling to see if they could find their friends anyway.
One day, enough was enough.
Lavi had only yesterday made it to a safe haven that had the cure and was able to be called the Best Defense according to civilians who passed by. He wanted to stay there since he found Lenalee and Komui and Timothy and Emilia. Lavi wouldn’t be there when Kanda came in that day.
Because Lavi left and went right back to that fateful sacrifice.
It took a lot of sneaking around. A lot of hiding. And a lot of guts because he almost turned around too many times to count. It wasn’t until he saw a yellow canary flying in the sky that he realized he was in the right place, and at the exact spot which he didn’t recognize because the building had gone up in flames.
Even with Allen’s sacrifice, Lavi didn’t feel a single damn shred of happiness.
H>e gave up his blood and his body in order to save people. His blood was given to the scientists that Lavi had to make sure he could help out of the infiltrated compound, not realizing he left Allen behind because he thought the guy was right behind him. Turns out that wasn’t the case at all because Allen took off to fend off the Infected and buy them some more time.
If only the redhead knew, he wouldn’t have permitted it.
But it happened anyway.
There was no body to mourn over. No bones to bury. The only thing left to Lavi from Allen was a card from his deck of cards from whenever they were bored and found it on their travels to find a compound that seemed mildly promising—since the both of them could be picky and were traveling to see if they could find their friends anyway.
One day, enough was enough.
Lavi had only yesterday made it to a safe haven that had the cure and was able to be called the Best Defense according to civilians who passed by. He wanted to stay there since he found Lenalee and Komui and Timothy and Emilia. Lavi wouldn’t be there when Kanda came in that day.
Because Lavi left and went right back to that fateful sacrifice.
It took a lot of sneaking around. A lot of hiding. And a lot of guts because he almost turned around too many times to count. It wasn’t until he saw a yellow canary flying in the sky that he realized he was in the right place, and at the exact spot which he didn’t recognize because the building had gone up in flames.
“So this is it…” he mutters to himself, barely heard over his own breath.
The young man looks around, not sure where to try looking for any sort of remains. The card just wasn’t enough. He wanted something more concrete, something that helped him remember that Allen had been there for most of this apocalypse and to commemorate him for all he’s done for humanity.
The redhead was searching for a while in the rubble, not even sure where his old white-haired friend actually had fallen. It wasn’t until he checked the next building that he saw something…
The details were washed out, new tears in the fabric, but it was HIS. A sleeve of Allen’s old jacket. Lavi practically lunges for it like a feral animal diving for first bite out of a carcass officially dead before a feast. He snatches up the sleeve and dashes away without a care in the world. Some Infected heard him and chased him down but he managed to lose them after an hour of running.
He climbed up a tree, tied himself up, and clutched the sleeve to his body like his life depended on it as he stared up at the sky—what would someday be hovering over a revived civilization.
The young man looks around, not sure where to try looking for any sort of remains. The card just wasn’t enough. He wanted something more concrete, something that helped him remember that Allen had been there for most of this apocalypse and to commemorate him for all he’s done for humanity.
The redhead was searching for a while in the rubble, not even sure where his old white-haired friend actually had fallen. It wasn’t until he checked the next building that he saw something…
The details were washed out, new tears in the fabric, but it was HIS. A sleeve of Allen’s old jacket. Lavi practically lunges for it like a feral animal diving for first bite out of a carcass officially dead before a feast. He snatches up the sleeve and dashes away without a care in the world. Some Infected heard him and chased him down but he managed to lose them after an hour of running.
He climbed up a tree, tied himself up, and clutched the sleeve to his body like his life depended on it as he stared up at the sky—what would someday be hovering over a revived civilization.
"Letter from the Afterlife" - January 11th, 2015
Prompt: It's the anniversary for my character's death. When you go visit their grave, you notice a note on the gravestone. Send me a "✎" to see what my muse has written to you from the afterlife.
Dear Allen,
Can I count the ways in which I did NOT feel sorry for taking on those Infected? I got rid of a good TEN at least before I couldn’t do it anymore. I’m glad to see that taking on those ten zombies and more gave you time to get out of there. Now don’t think that I notice that you somehow end up at my grave, Beansprout. Your sense of direction sort of sucks, doesn’t it? Alright, time to be serious, though. I know you’re alone. I know you hate being alone. This has gotten to you one way or another because you need it. I just want to tell you you’re NOT alone. I’m always there. I can’t do all the things I want, but I’m there, man. That’s not even a cheesy line. I’m serious. You can’t see me and I sort of prefer it that way. I’d rather you not see the proud look in my eye as you beat up some Infected. I know it’s hard for you, being alone. I’m glad you didn’t stick around to see me go. That’s something you didn’t need to see and remember. You’re immune, Allen. That was so important. You were put on earth to help save humanity, as disgusting as it could be and sometimes undeserving of a savior like you. I guess I saved you for the world, but I also saved you for myself. You’re my best friend. I made it my own obligation to save you and your martyr-self. You have a big heart, while I have a small one. Unlike yourself, I wouldn’t be able to easily handle losing you. So my intentions were also selfish. The responsibility is high, but you can do it. You get peace when you’re done. So carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters if that’s what it takes to survive. You’re worth it. Lavi |
"Offer Me" Drabble - January 17th, 2015
Prompt: Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble my character giving yours a gift.
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Messy is the present that Lavi shoves into Allen’s hands on the eve of Christmas in their safe haven, younger right now and not at all aware of the coming turmoil that would rain down on them all at once in the coming season.
“Don't say anything, jus' take it an' open it.”
It’s hard not to fidget as Lavi stands and waits, back to the teen who stares at him quietly before shrugging and complying. Lavi hopes that his honesty hasn’t overstepped a boundary that he’s still not sure that he haves with his best friend. He almost gets ready every few seconds to start to fidget with his eye patch as the paper is carefully torn apart—wrapping so hard to come by anymore.
Silence ensues when the redhead thinks that his white-haired friend finally reached the actual present: a single, long, black glove and a black hair tie to match.
It’s implied that the glove is for Allen’s deformity, the junior Bookman fully aware of how conscious the teen is of his different colored skin that brought all eyes to him whenever possible. He glances back to see if Allen simply left, but instead he sees a thoughtful gaze from the other.
“Thanks, Lavi… I hope you’ll forgive me if I don’t use it when it gets too hot, though.”
“You're not REQUIRED to wear it ya know.”
“I know…”
Messy is the present that Lavi shoves into Allen’s hands on the eve of Christmas in their safe haven, younger right now and not at all aware of the coming turmoil that would rain down on them all at once in the coming season.
“Don't say anything, jus' take it an' open it.”
It’s hard not to fidget as Lavi stands and waits, back to the teen who stares at him quietly before shrugging and complying. Lavi hopes that his honesty hasn’t overstepped a boundary that he’s still not sure that he haves with his best friend. He almost gets ready every few seconds to start to fidget with his eye patch as the paper is carefully torn apart—wrapping so hard to come by anymore.
Silence ensues when the redhead thinks that his white-haired friend finally reached the actual present: a single, long, black glove and a black hair tie to match.
It’s implied that the glove is for Allen’s deformity, the junior Bookman fully aware of how conscious the teen is of his different colored skin that brought all eyes to him whenever possible. He glances back to see if Allen simply left, but instead he sees a thoughtful gaze from the other.
“Thanks, Lavi… I hope you’ll forgive me if I don’t use it when it gets too hot, though.”
“You're not REQUIRED to wear it ya know.”
“I know…”
"Hallucinations" Drabble - January 17th, 2015
Prompt: Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.
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“You shouldn’t do that, Lavi, and you know it…”
“You shouldn’t do that, Lavi, and you know it…”
“I know a lot of things an' that ain't one of 'em.”
Sitting in a tall tree with as many arrows as he could find, the redhead had gone right back to the same area that he had found the locked Infected. He caused such a commotion that perhaps Infected from half a mile around would be attracted to this place.
So he planted himself down and waited.
When there were quite a few undead idling around, the redhead started to pick them off with all the rounds that he possibly had—rifle them down, shotgun them down, and use arrows to bring them down. Most of his hits were straight-on, mind playing tricks and always having a white-haired teen advising against his plans.
“You shouldn’t have done this, Lavi…”
“Don't I know that already? Stop tellin' me that--I ain't the same kind of martyr as you, Beansprout.”
“The name’s Allen.”
“I know…” Lavi answers solemnly. “I know, Beansprout, I know. Jus' give this one to me for once.>”
“You’re almost out of arrows. Aren’t you going to find a way-?”
“I know…”
Lavi already checked. The branches closest to his tree from the others are too flimsy and he would surely fall to his death to be torn apart. The redhead licks his lips as he aims another arrow at another Infected less likely to move. When Allen calls on him again, Lavi gently asks him to be quiet as he sends the arrow straight through an eye socket.
“I'll jus' wait until mornin'…”
There would be quite a few mornings for him, until there were none anymore… Allen gently bringing back the night when the sun was high up in the beautiful blue sky with no traces of clouds.
Sitting in a tall tree with as many arrows as he could find, the redhead had gone right back to the same area that he had found the locked Infected. He caused such a commotion that perhaps Infected from half a mile around would be attracted to this place.
So he planted himself down and waited.
When there were quite a few undead idling around, the redhead started to pick them off with all the rounds that he possibly had—rifle them down, shotgun them down, and use arrows to bring them down. Most of his hits were straight-on, mind playing tricks and always having a white-haired teen advising against his plans.
“You shouldn’t have done this, Lavi…”
“Don't I know that already? Stop tellin' me that--I ain't the same kind of martyr as you, Beansprout.”
“The name’s Allen.”
“I know…” Lavi answers solemnly. “I know, Beansprout, I know. Jus' give this one to me for once.>”
“You’re almost out of arrows. Aren’t you going to find a way-?”
“I know…”
Lavi already checked. The branches closest to his tree from the others are too flimsy and he would surely fall to his death to be torn apart. The redhead licks his lips as he aims another arrow at another Infected less likely to move. When Allen calls on him again, Lavi gently asks him to be quiet as he sends the arrow straight through an eye socket.
“I'll jus' wait until mornin'…”
There would be quite a few mornings for him, until there were none anymore… Allen gently bringing back the night when the sun was high up in the beautiful blue sky with no traces of clouds.