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[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*sup gaiz. Asch here, standing on the ledge of a very, very high tower.  please pull him away, and give him a bitching to, k?* 

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[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

It's too late, Luke.

[fononfailure]

...it's never too late. I've learned that much.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

This is something that can't be fixed anymore.

[fononfailure]

Things don't have to be fixed to get better. I.. I'm still broken, but I can be happy. So can you. I've seen it for myself.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Bullshit.

[fononfailure]

It's true. Though I know you won't believe it for a while, so come on. *tries to pull him away from the edge.*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*pulls away from her grip*

[fononfailure]

*finally puts all that fighting practice into use, reaching out to grab him and knock him back towards the center of the tower.*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*ow, okay, that really hurt. so he's just gonna lay on the floor, in much pain*

[fononfailure]

*comes to crouch by him with a sigh, stroking his bangs back.* Asch..

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Bitch.

[fononfailure]

...maybe I am. But if it keeps you safe, I don't care.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Fuck you.

[fononfailure]

Heh.. That's not an option.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

J-just let me go...

[fononfailure]

Not to just have you kill yourself. Anything is better than that. If you want to just take it out on someone, you can hit me.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to hit you.

[fononfailure]

You can if you need to.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Well, I can't, seeing as I can't feel my arm at the moment... Or steady my head.

[fononfailure]

I'm sorry. I tend to forget not all Asches grew up fighting. *slides an arm under him, helping him to sit up.*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Don't touch me.

[fononfailure]

I'm not just going to leave you here like this, Asch.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Leave me alone.

[fononfailure]

*shakes her head, checking to see how bad he's hurt.* No.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*well, he's got a mild concussion from hitting the floor, and his arm's a little sprained, too* Bitch.