abyssdressing | (no subject)

[scowling] And you're... nng, stupid curse. You're sure you don't know where to find something to strap these down?

I wish I could say I do...

[sighs] At least clean the fucking blood off my back once the curse goes back in, dreck.

Uh... 'curse'?

The wings?

O-oh...

[wings flutter briefly and her face twists in pain] ... you're not my dreck.

My name is Luke. And I could've told you that you're not my Asch.

She knows all about Lorelei's Curse. Didn't take it, damned replica. Ssshit, that hurt. [wings disappear into her back]

Yeah, well, aside from the fact that I'm clearly a guy, my Asch also didn't have b-... uh... th-those. [vaaaaague motion to her chest]

[lifts an eyebrow] If your Asch is as good at binding the annoyances down as I am, you couldn't tell.

Trust me, he's a guy.

Uh huh.

Back's sticky, replica. Get to it.

I'm not some kind of a slave, damnit. Stop being so pushy and show a little gratitude to someone who's helping you.

Show gratitude to something that took my life, my home, and didn't take something that keeps open wounds on my back and marks me as a freak?

...

You listen, and you'd better listen really fucking good. For one thing, I'm not the Luke that you know, so don't even think of making the damn comparison. And for another, not a single one of us asked to be born. You want to blame someone for all your troubles? Blame the assholes who made us.

[hand snaps out to grab him, not worrying about covering herself anymore]

[doesn't try to stop her, glaring defiantly] When it comes down to it, he's the one who refused to take his life back when I offered it. I was willing to give it all back to him. So don't. Fucking. Blame. Me.

And how do you expect me to take that life back? To forget all the training... all the muscle memory of being on guard... to have to deal with everyone knowing that you are also Asch the Bloody, the one that killed all those people. Do you think I... any of us can be Luke again? I would be surprised if I lasted a day before the assassinations started.

And still, how the hell is this my fault and not Van's?! I. Didn't. Ask to be born. If I could, I'd probably find some way to go back and make sure I wa-...

[glares]

...tch.

Go ahead. Continue on, dreck. Tell me how blameless you are.

Go ahead and tell me how someone who wasn't even alive at the time is to blame for the fact that someone made him.

[leans in close, face very close to his] You went into my family and charmed them into believing you were me.