[AIM convo] Amber and Graverobber
Who: Amber Sweet (scapel_slut) and Grave Robber (takesyouthere)
What: A failed attempt.
Why: ...
A/N: MUN KNOWLEDGE ONLY K?THX!BAI!
GR: Go away.
Amber: *eyebrows*
Amber: Alright then.
GR: Stay away too. I'm done dealing. *shoots himself up very irresponsibly*
GR: *hiiiiiggggghhh as a kite and drunk off his ass*
She walks in beauty like the night,
of cloudless climes and starry skies,
and all that's best of dark and light
meet in her aspect and in her eyes,
thus mellowed to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies,
GR: *snickers* Ass-pect. Heh.
Amber: *hurt? who what? never!....yeeeah tries to hide it...then blinks when he starts running off at the mouth* You are fucked off your ass! But me staying away from you can be arranged.
GR: You'll be safer.
GR: Better off.
GR: I don't get to keep anyone.
Amber: Safer? *laughs dryly* In another time and place maybe.
GR: Eighty-eight days. Who the fuck gets repoed at eighty-eight days? People around me.
GR: *takes a drink of whisky* Amber... hate me yet?
Amber: *lowers eyebrows* If that is your goal you are on the right track.
GR: okay. *leans out of the dumpster, nearly falling flat on his face, and with the tip of two fingers reaches out and gives her butt the tiniest of pinches*
Amber: *jumps a little and reaches out to whap him* You want me to stay away? You don't get to touch...especially not there!
GR: Hate me? Forget me?
Amber: If I walk away now, I won't be back.
GR: *wraps both arms around himself, chin drops to his chest* I'm-don't- *slumps* I know...
Amber: *resists the urge to go to him and makes herself remain where she stands, crossing her arms* Well then...
GR: *closes his eyes because he can't watch her go* You're perfect you know...always were.
Amber: *looks away, glad his eyes are closed* Stop it. You don't get to say those things either.
GR: It's true.
GR: You're *chokes back a pathetic sound*...
Amber: *swallows, it's getting harder not to go to him* Don't...just...*swallows again* don't...
GR: You have to know...you know...
Amber: I have to KNOW what?
GR: I--I'd do anything...I- you're perfect. You're everything...
Amber: And yet here we are...
GR: I- *choked* why's it still hurt? *bewildered* I don't feel nothing. I want to...
Amber: For someone who deals the shit you really don't know anything about it do you? It doesn't numb emotional pain. That only time can get rid of. What is it you want Grave Robber? To forget everything? I guess I'm a good place to start then huh? Or at least that is what you think, when I walk away from this I'll still be here. In your mind, like a fucking plague. Forgetting isn't as easy as drowning in a bottle or shooting up.
GR: *slides down the wall knees to his chest* I can't be this. I'm not this. I - it hurts.
Amber: *takes a few steps closer* It'll pass...
GR: *head down, curled into himself* I used to not care. It doesn't hurt if you don't care.
Amber: Welcome to my life *moves over to the wall beside him*
GR: *just a little sound before he puts both arms around her and pulls her close, burying his wet face in her shoulder*
GR: I-I can send them all away. I can make them hate me. I can forget...but I can't forget you. Never you.
Amber: *flinches a little trying not to show that she is hurt that he would even try* I told you...*voice cracks* you couldn't change your mind...you already said...*lying, hand in his hair, holding him close*
GR: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please.
Amber: You're fucked up...you don't know what you want *strokes his hair*
GR: *he'd be crying if he weren't a manly manly mannnnnly man* I just - She got hurt...killed because I wasn't good enough. If something happened to you...this hurts...but if it was you? It would kill me.
Amber: It's not your fault... *sighs* I'm not going anywhere, if I do...you're coming with me.
GR: *murmurs into her hair* Come to the apartment? Stay tonight? please...I need you.
Amber: *nods and buries her face into his neck* Don't ever do this to me again…
GR: You're my Amber. Always.
Amber: *sighs again, this time a little happier* Home?
GR: *just traces every inch of her face with his fingertips before kissing her and whispering in the softest breath into her ear.* I love you Carmela Largo and Amber Sweet.
Amber: *closes her eyes at his touch, her lips moving against his before she takes in the sharpest of breaths* Grave Robber…*words stuck in her throat, but they are there and that means something right?*
GR: *rubs his lips over hers* Shh. 's okay. It's okay. I know.
Amber: *soft sound against his lips* Okay...*closes her eyes and takes another deep breath* Okay...
GR: Home. Shower. Omelettes. Sleep?
Amber: Sounds perfect. *brushes his hair back then gently wipes at his very manly non-teary eyes*
GR: *catches her hand and kisses it*
Amber: *smiles a little before rising to her feet* Lets go *holds out her hand*
What: A failed attempt.
Why: ...
A/N: MUN KNOWLEDGE ONLY K?THX!BAI!
GR: Go away.
Amber: *eyebrows*
Amber: Alright then.
GR: Stay away too. I'm done dealing. *shoots himself up very irresponsibly*
GR: *hiiiiiggggghhh as a kite and drunk off his ass*
She walks in beauty like the night,
of cloudless climes and starry skies,
and all that's best of dark and light
meet in her aspect and in her eyes,
thus mellowed to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies,
GR: *snickers* Ass-pect. Heh.
Amber: *hurt? who what? never!....yeeeah tries to hide it...then blinks when he starts running off at the mouth* You are fucked off your ass! But me staying away from you can be arranged.
GR: You'll be safer.
GR: Better off.
GR: I don't get to keep anyone.
Amber: Safer? *laughs dryly* In another time and place maybe.
GR: Eighty-eight days. Who the fuck gets repoed at eighty-eight days? People around me.
GR: *takes a drink of whisky* Amber... hate me yet?
Amber: *lowers eyebrows* If that is your goal you are on the right track.
GR: okay. *leans out of the dumpster, nearly falling flat on his face, and with the tip of two fingers reaches out and gives her butt the tiniest of pinches*
Amber: *jumps a little and reaches out to whap him* You want me to stay away? You don't get to touch...especially not there!
GR: Hate me? Forget me?
Amber: If I walk away now, I won't be back.
GR: *wraps both arms around himself, chin drops to his chest* I'm-don't- *slumps* I know...
Amber: *resists the urge to go to him and makes herself remain where she stands, crossing her arms* Well then...
GR: *closes his eyes because he can't watch her go* You're perfect you know...always were.
Amber: *looks away, glad his eyes are closed* Stop it. You don't get to say those things either.
GR: It's true.
GR: You're *chokes back a pathetic sound*...
Amber: *swallows, it's getting harder not to go to him* Don't...just...*swallows again* don't...
GR: You have to know...you know...
Amber: I have to KNOW what?
GR: I--I'd do anything...I- you're perfect. You're everything...
Amber: And yet here we are...
GR: I- *choked* why's it still hurt? *bewildered* I don't feel nothing. I want to...
Amber: For someone who deals the shit you really don't know anything about it do you? It doesn't numb emotional pain. That only time can get rid of. What is it you want Grave Robber? To forget everything? I guess I'm a good place to start then huh? Or at least that is what you think, when I walk away from this I'll still be here. In your mind, like a fucking plague. Forgetting isn't as easy as drowning in a bottle or shooting up.
GR: *slides down the wall knees to his chest* I can't be this. I'm not this. I - it hurts.
Amber: *takes a few steps closer* It'll pass...
GR: *head down, curled into himself* I used to not care. It doesn't hurt if you don't care.
Amber: Welcome to my life *moves over to the wall beside him*
GR: *just a little sound before he puts both arms around her and pulls her close, burying his wet face in her shoulder*
GR: I-I can send them all away. I can make them hate me. I can forget...but I can't forget you. Never you.
Amber: *flinches a little trying not to show that she is hurt that he would even try* I told you...*voice cracks* you couldn't change your mind...you already said...*lying, hand in his hair, holding him close*
GR: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please.
Amber: You're fucked up...you don't know what you want *strokes his hair*
GR: *he'd be crying if he weren't a manly manly mannnnnly man* I just - She got hurt...killed because I wasn't good enough. If something happened to you...this hurts...but if it was you? It would kill me.
Amber: It's not your fault... *sighs* I'm not going anywhere, if I do...you're coming with me.
GR: *murmurs into her hair* Come to the apartment? Stay tonight? please...I need you.
Amber: *nods and buries her face into his neck* Don't ever do this to me again…
GR: You're my Amber. Always.
Amber: *sighs again, this time a little happier* Home?
GR: *just traces every inch of her face with his fingertips before kissing her and whispering in the softest breath into her ear.* I love you Carmela Largo and Amber Sweet.
Amber: *closes her eyes at his touch, her lips moving against his before she takes in the sharpest of breaths* Grave Robber…*words stuck in her throat, but they are there and that means something right?*
GR: *rubs his lips over hers* Shh. 's okay. It's okay. I know.
Amber: *soft sound against his lips* Okay...*closes her eyes and takes another deep breath* Okay...
GR: Home. Shower. Omelettes. Sleep?
Amber: Sounds perfect. *brushes his hair back then gently wipes at his very manly non-teary eyes*
GR: *catches her hand and kisses it*
Amber: *smiles a little before rising to her feet* Lets go *holds out her hand*