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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]

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

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*as if he knows that, so he's just gonna keep panicking until Daddy forcibly tells him to stop*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Coughs, placing his hand on Asch's. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*lets go, shaking slightly*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Clinggssss to him nao. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*yup, really shaking, now* I-I'm a monster...

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

Asch'll hate me for this....

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Shaking his head lightly and wraps his arms around Asch's neck. Andddd pulls him down. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*just lets him* ....

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*time to lie through his teeth* I'm fine.

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

... You're very sure?

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, dammit!

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

..... *shakes his head*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Just gives him a sad face, staying on his lap. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

... *looks over his shoulder to see if Asch is still asleep, and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees he still is*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Closes his eyes again, the loss of blood from his wrist is kinda making him lose consciousness. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

Da- Asch...? *oh hay, bloody wrist = not good at all, and he starts to panic again, as he lifts his arm up and wraps his hand around his wrist, trying to stop the blood flow* Idiot...! *gonna start ripping pieces of his shirt to wrap around his arm now*

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[ Have that cheesy smile of his Asch. He doesn't want you to worry so much about him. ]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

A little tired... you're practically a dead man walking!

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]

[hissavingrace.livejournal.com]

*finishes tying up his wrist* It's true.

[dreckimnotold.livejournal.com]