Post by ASHER SLADE on Jul 18, 2016 13:37:38 GMT -6
such a funny way to fall*
tried to open up my eyes i'm hoping for a chance to make it alright. when i wake up the dream isn't done. i wanna see your face and know i've made it home,,
The world had gotten a whole lot more messed up than Asher could ever have expected.
His life had been pretty fucked up from the start, what with being abandoned by his biological mom, adopted and then abused by her later on. He'd seen some things, experienced a life that showed him the monsters humans could be on the inside. But then to find out there were, well, actual monsters out there sort of threw him for a loop, to put it very lightly. One minute he was trying to pick pocket a woman so he could afford his next meal, then the next thing he knew he quite literally was about to become a meal. The fangs, the veins appearing under the woman's eyes ... Asher had never been quite that frightened in his entire life. He was certain in those few moments that he was a goner, and he was almost at peace with that thought.
Until Lena showed up. Asher had to admit, at a glance the woman didn't look very, well, tough. She was tiny with these brown doe eyes that caught him completely off guard. But she proved him wrong by kicking that vampire's ass and, in turn, saving his life. She proved how capable she was, decapitating the monster right before his eyes. Asher was, needless to say, stunned by the entire situation. It took him a few days to really process the whole thing - monsters were real, the same monsters he saw in horror movies as a kid. Monsters beyond the monsters people could be. He'd be lying if he said the thought didn't unnerve him. This was something he didn't know how to protect himself from, didn't know how to deal with. What else was out there? What else could he potentially pick a fight with and nearly end up a meal to? He didn't know what lurked in the shadows, but he knew of someone who did. The woman who saved his life. Asher had pretty much only gotten a name from her, but after asking around he knew exactly where to go to find her.
The motel didn't exactly scream "home" to him, but Asher imagined this was a temporary situation for Lena. He felt connected to her, maybe because he suspected the two of them had a common friend in loneliness. All his life, the only thing Asher wanted was a family. And any time he came close to having that, something went wrong. He didn't know why he suspected Lena would understand. Maybe because she saved him. Maybe because she was the only person he knew who could help him figure this confusing new aspect of the world out. Regardless, he wanted to see her again, making his way to the motel and getting her room number. Asher fidgeted nervously with his hands as he walked, rubbing his neck and ruffling his golden blonde hair. He wasn't exactly sure how to bring up what he wanted to say - he didn't think he could just knock on her door and say "hey, thanks for saving my ass the other day. By the way, could you show me how the hell you did that?" Technically, he owed her his life, and she owed him absolutely nothing at all. There was no reason for her to help him if she didn't want to, and he wouldn't blame her if she turned him away.
But at that point in his life, Asher had nothing to lose. He sighed as he made his way to her room number, his fist hesitating mid-knock before finally he knocked. He waited a moment, knowing she might be more on-guard, before he let himself speak. "Lena?" he called out somewhat hesitantly, chewing softly on his lip. "It's me, the idiot you rescued the other day." He glanced around, grateful no one else was in the hallway to witness this exchange, which he was currently having with a door. Maybe she wasn't really there anymore. Maybe she'd already packed up and moved on from this town, something else he really wouldn't have blamed her for. Had he the money, and the resources, he probably would have left it behind too. Asher looked up and down the hallway again, still no one around to witness the upcoming exchange, so he cleared his throat and knocked one more time.
"I really wanted to talk to you," he said. "More importantly, above everything else, to thank you again ... I wanted to ask you something but first things first, just ... Thank you. I owe you my life; I don't know how long it'll take me to repay you, but I'd like to start now." The words tumbled out clumsily, a reflection of his nerves as he stared at the door and waited, listening now only to the drumming of his heartbeat.
tagged: LENA CROFT // lyrics: all time low // notes: hope this works!
His life had been pretty fucked up from the start, what with being abandoned by his biological mom, adopted and then abused by her later on. He'd seen some things, experienced a life that showed him the monsters humans could be on the inside. But then to find out there were, well, actual monsters out there sort of threw him for a loop, to put it very lightly. One minute he was trying to pick pocket a woman so he could afford his next meal, then the next thing he knew he quite literally was about to become a meal. The fangs, the veins appearing under the woman's eyes ... Asher had never been quite that frightened in his entire life. He was certain in those few moments that he was a goner, and he was almost at peace with that thought.
Until Lena showed up. Asher had to admit, at a glance the woman didn't look very, well, tough. She was tiny with these brown doe eyes that caught him completely off guard. But she proved him wrong by kicking that vampire's ass and, in turn, saving his life. She proved how capable she was, decapitating the monster right before his eyes. Asher was, needless to say, stunned by the entire situation. It took him a few days to really process the whole thing - monsters were real, the same monsters he saw in horror movies as a kid. Monsters beyond the monsters people could be. He'd be lying if he said the thought didn't unnerve him. This was something he didn't know how to protect himself from, didn't know how to deal with. What else was out there? What else could he potentially pick a fight with and nearly end up a meal to? He didn't know what lurked in the shadows, but he knew of someone who did. The woman who saved his life. Asher had pretty much only gotten a name from her, but after asking around he knew exactly where to go to find her.
The motel didn't exactly scream "home" to him, but Asher imagined this was a temporary situation for Lena. He felt connected to her, maybe because he suspected the two of them had a common friend in loneliness. All his life, the only thing Asher wanted was a family. And any time he came close to having that, something went wrong. He didn't know why he suspected Lena would understand. Maybe because she saved him. Maybe because she was the only person he knew who could help him figure this confusing new aspect of the world out. Regardless, he wanted to see her again, making his way to the motel and getting her room number. Asher fidgeted nervously with his hands as he walked, rubbing his neck and ruffling his golden blonde hair. He wasn't exactly sure how to bring up what he wanted to say - he didn't think he could just knock on her door and say "hey, thanks for saving my ass the other day. By the way, could you show me how the hell you did that?" Technically, he owed her his life, and she owed him absolutely nothing at all. There was no reason for her to help him if she didn't want to, and he wouldn't blame her if she turned him away.
But at that point in his life, Asher had nothing to lose. He sighed as he made his way to her room number, his fist hesitating mid-knock before finally he knocked. He waited a moment, knowing she might be more on-guard, before he let himself speak. "Lena?" he called out somewhat hesitantly, chewing softly on his lip. "It's me, the idiot you rescued the other day." He glanced around, grateful no one else was in the hallway to witness this exchange, which he was currently having with a door. Maybe she wasn't really there anymore. Maybe she'd already packed up and moved on from this town, something else he really wouldn't have blamed her for. Had he the money, and the resources, he probably would have left it behind too. Asher looked up and down the hallway again, still no one around to witness the upcoming exchange, so he cleared his throat and knocked one more time.
"I really wanted to talk to you," he said. "More importantly, above everything else, to thank you again ... I wanted to ask you something but first things first, just ... Thank you. I owe you my life; I don't know how long it'll take me to repay you, but I'd like to start now." The words tumbled out clumsily, a reflection of his nerves as he stared at the door and waited, listening now only to the drumming of his heartbeat.
tagged: LENA CROFT // lyrics: all time low // notes: hope this works!
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