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Who: Asch and Guy
What: The Church holds on tightly to its own
Where: the bar
When: Several days after this log, where Guy gets killed
Rating: PG 13?
Open: No.
( Days go by and still I think of you... )
What: The Church holds on tightly to its own
Where: the bar
When: Several days after this log, where Guy gets killed
Rating: PG 13?
Open: No.
( Days go by and still I think of you... )
... The curse slot.
He gasped, eyes snapping open, body forcing him upright before he could even consider what his body's state might be. He'd been stabbed, bled to death on the street. He... had died. Again.
Swallowing hard, Guy unbuttoned his shirt to lower the material from his shoulder, revealing the curse slot mark. It was dull once more, no longer glowing or pulsing or making any sort of indication of life.
Was it over? He couldn't tell. But even seeing it that way - normal, and gloriously painless - was a relief too great to describe. Even just a short respite from what he had become was a gift.
Yet somehow, a part of him knew, and couldn't deny, that the curse slot would not be able to control him like that again. He was free of it's restraints, even if he still belonged to the church. ... Sobering as that thought was.
A scant second later he finally recognized where he was: the storage room, upstairs, down the hall from the bedroom. Their bedroom. And it didn't take him long to rise to his feet, ignoring the stiff feeling of clothes still saturated with dried blood, and rushed down the hall, his heart already aching. If Asch was gone-- if he'd truly made Asch leave-- if Asch hated him now--
He barely stopped himself in time, nearly flying past the bedroom, one hand gripping the lining to keep his balance. Their room... their bed. And on it, lying so quietly, so beautifully, was Asch.
Still there. Still home.
He forgot how to breathe, silently mouthing the man's name. Asch was home, and so was he.
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