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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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[fononfailure]

I know. *moves to rest his head in her lap, carefully feeling his arm.*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*winces, and takes a sharp breath in*

[fononfailure]

*presses her hand to the spot that seems to be causing the most pain, focusing.*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Leave it.

[fononfailure]

Not without good reason.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Just leave it.

[fononfailure]

You won't take no for an answer, so neither will I.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Fuck off.

[fononfailure]

Not happening, Asch. *takes her hand back and strokes his hair.*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

...

[fononfailure]

I'm going to take you somewhere to lie down, alright?

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

No.

[fononfailure]

Well, then you can stay right here with me.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

No.

[fononfailure]

That seems to be your answer for everything, so we'll get it out of the way. "You're not going to kill yourself, right Asch?" "No."

Okay! Time to move on.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

...Fucking dreck.

((LOL. that was cute.))

[fononfailure]

*leans over him, smiling.* Don't go calling me dreck unless you intend to treat me like my Asch does.

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[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

I hate you.

[fononfailure]

And you're well within your right to do so.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Then let me go.

[fononfailure]

No. Just keep hating me. Cling to that if you have to.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Let. Me. Go.

[fononfailure]

I can't do that, Asch. If you want to kill yourself, you'll have to kill me first.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

.... *sliggishly reaches up to grab her neck, but only ends up clinging to her collar* ...

[fononfailure]

*places his hands on her neck and wraps her arms around him, hugging him.* Go ahead, if you want to that badly.