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[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[hey guys! have a very pale, very out of it Asch walking around. He's so out of it that he doesn't even notice the sun's out. The scar tissue doesn't sparkle, interestingly enough, but yeah, sudden bursts of ~*~*sparkling*~*~ happen]

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[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[weakly] Come back.

[ayoungblondeguy.livejournal.com]

[[He's at a safe distance now, 30 metres away.]]

WHY?

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[has to lean up against something, shaking] Need... for Asch...

[ayoungblondeguy.livejournal.com]

...Need what for which Asch?

[[Come to think of it, he hasn't seen little Asch recently.]]

If this is a trick, I swear I will fuck your shit up next time up.

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[just collapses, unable to stand upright any longer] Haven't fed since he died...

[ayoungblondeguy.livejournal.com]

...Which Asch.

[[He's unsure if he should show sympathy. He... she... IT just took advantage of him.]]

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[looks at her hands] Shot him... because he was hurting so much. Because his touch caused these scars. [lowers her hands, closing her eyes]

[ayoungblondeguy.livejournal.com]

For the last time. Which. ASCH.


[[He's glaring at her, still unsure of what to do.]]

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

Mine...

[ayoungblondeguy.livejournal.com]

...

[[He stands there, looking at her him it with a confused expression. Should he help?]]

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[starts coughing, little flecks of blood in the saliva]

[ayoungblondeguy.livejournal.com]

[[TORN. SO VERY TORN.]]


...what do you feed on?

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[keeps coughing, then weakly] Lust.

[ayoungblondeguy.livejournal.com]

[[Sigh.]]

...Can't if you're a woman.

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

... [exhales, making a pained noise, starting to shift back]