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[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*so, this would be ATB - yes, Metalhead's ATB, in Asch's bedroom, on his bed, with said Metalhead (who looks like he's in a slight bit of pain), in his arms, holding him protectively. After certain events with his nineteen year old self.... yes, well, they're both seperate people, and they're not gonna be taking that well for a while*

((Yeah. It happened to their nineteen year old selves, too. Thanks to a certain vampire!Jade, they're both separated~ Enjoy~ And porn!))

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[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah well, He's going to have to look at Daddy, cause his head just hit the flippin floor. Dizzy and old. Sad face. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*looks at him worriedly, and slides over to him, hesitant to pick him up or anything, because he doesn't want a repeat of what just happened*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO PICK HIM UP ATB. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*H-HE DOES... AND... HE DOES! but he just lays Daddy's head in his lap, stroking his hair gently* I-I'm sorry.... I... you should have stopped me!

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ He's surprised that ATB hasn't cracked a joke about how white is hair is now, but he reaches up to hold his hand, unable to say anything. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*he hasn't found an opportunity yet xD- holds his hand tightly* I'm sorry...

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

I nearly killed you... again!

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

I should have controlled myself!

((okay, it says you're offline on my aim... IM me?))

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Placing a hand at his mouth to shut him up. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*oh, don't do that.... he lets his teeth graze his hand gently before pulling back slightly* No!

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

.... *nods*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

No, I won't!

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

Do it, idiot!

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*snarls, snapping his teeth at him* I won't kill you!

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ See that sword thats attached to him, Asch? He pulls it out of his sheath to slice his arm, shoving it towards Asch. ] I'm offering you, god dammit. [ DEJA VU. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*the smell...oh god, he can taste it on his tongue as he grabs Asch's arm and clamps his lips around the wound; the both of them should be a bit more quieter, seeing as Asch is still asleep~*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Sighs quietly, now resting on Asch's lap. Oh wry is the room spinning. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*after a short while, he pulls away, wiping his mouth* ....

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ So sorry, ATB. He has his eyes closed at the moment to stop the room from spinning. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*aaaaaand cue panic attack as he shakes Asch vigorously, thinking that he might have gone too far*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ O, please don't shake him like that, it gets him more sick. ]