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towerofanimus2013-08-23 06:30 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-23 06:30 pm
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wake up, show appreciation [Closed]
Characters: Asch and Sheba
Setting: Sheba's dorm, backdate to the morning of the 20th
Format: why is this even here CLOSED
Summary: Sheba takes a while to get back to the party. Asch is a worrywart.
Warnings: Typical Animus warnings for talk of death and dead people. Possible Asch zappings.
[The day after she died, people started coming back. At first he was relieved, until he realized that she wasn't among them.
And the next day, too - he ducks into her room in the morning, but there's nothing, only her name on the door as the promise that she would return, someday.
The third day she's there. It's impossible to tell if she's awake or not, so he stands there for a long moment, just watching, feeling like something inside him got wrung out and drained. His shoulders are slumped, and he drops to his knees next to her bed.]
Took you long enough.
[And he leans forward and, briefly, squeezes his arms around her shoulders. And even knowing that she can probably read his mind - it's saying things that make them true, and he did promise, in an unspoken way, to always give her truth.]
I don't know what I would have done, if you hadn't come back.
[And with that whisper, he lets go, turning around and sinking down, until he's sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. He'll wait there - he can wait for a long, long time.]
Setting: Sheba's dorm, backdate to the morning of the 20th
Format: why is this even here CLOSED
Summary: Sheba takes a while to get back to the party. Asch is a worrywart.
Warnings: Typical Animus warnings for talk of death and dead people. Possible Asch zappings.
[The day after she died, people started coming back. At first he was relieved, until he realized that she wasn't among them.
And the next day, too - he ducks into her room in the morning, but there's nothing, only her name on the door as the promise that she would return, someday.
The third day she's there. It's impossible to tell if she's awake or not, so he stands there for a long moment, just watching, feeling like something inside him got wrung out and drained. His shoulders are slumped, and he drops to his knees next to her bed.]
Took you long enough.
[And he leans forward and, briefly, squeezes his arms around her shoulders. And even knowing that she can probably read his mind - it's saying things that make them true, and he did promise, in an unspoken way, to always give her truth.]
I don't know what I would have done, if you hadn't come back.
[And with that whisper, he lets go, turning around and sinking down, until he's sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. He'll wait there - he can wait for a long, long time.]
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[Honestly. Sheba just doesn't understand why he's content to leave the wound as it is, when it's possible to get it fixed up.]
You came here because you were worried about me, didn't you? ...I worry about you too. So, please... have someone fix it.