Send (╯°□°)╯ for my muse’s reaction to yours punching out someone who was flirting with them!
“ beskha ! ”
and it’s a yell of mixed surprise
and anger. honestly, what the fuck ?
lana del ray starters
“ no, m’lady. i’m afraid it doesn’t.
there’s not much we can do about that. “
“ i lost my house key again. ”
“ i was exiled for loving her. of course i thought of her. “
FUCK YOU
for a moment, it’s like the world stops turning. that was ONE
decision asher prayed he would never be forced to make.
rodrik was his brother. he’d been with asher since the day he
was born; they’d grown up together. it had been hard for the
both of them when asher was exiled. rodrik was the closest
friend asher had.
but beskha… she was his family just as much as the rest of them.
she was the only person who had stayed by his side in the last
few year,. she had been all that he’d had. though they may not
have been connected by blood, she was just as important to him.
he couldn’t do this.
“ let’s just hope it never comes down to that. “
“ I can’t let you do this ! ”
but then, there’s nothing he can do about it. there’s merely a bit of metal
between asher and gryff whitehill, between asher and BESKHA. and no
matter how hard he hits it, he’s not getting through. he bloodies his fist on
the metal, but it makes no difference because she’s still trapped on the
wrong side of the fucking fence, and she’s ALONE. this wasn’t supposed
to happen, this was NEVER supposed to HAPPEN. she didn’t come just
to die, and especially not to die alone. they were supposed to fight together,
always.
THIS WAS ALL HIS FAULT.
“ we’re supposed to fight together, always ! die together. “
he’s barely even aware of rodrik talking to him, pulling on his arm and
trying
to tell him to run. he’s glued to the spot, daggers in his eyes as he
looks at
her. it was anger, of course, but also an UNSPEAKABLE GRIEF.
he was LOSING her.
Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 for what my muse will say to yours.
“ If you keep spewing lies like that, I’ll tear you apart ! ”
