Three Types of Love

[farfromsweet]

Three Types Of Love Meme (Expanded)

This meme deals with three types of love: angsty, sweet and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

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Jase Rivers ~ hitman OC ~ OTA

[killsonthe_sly]

I.1, sort of...

[lormenari]

[It's been three weeks since Sam had seen or heard from Jase. He's gone back to living his own life in the destructive way that Jase had saved him from - he's back on coke, twice as hard the second time around, and he'd been hospitalized for two days because of his heart. Life is just... badIt's bad because he misses Jase and he knows it's all his fault. How many times had he dug into the wounds Jase carries of Sophia? Rubbing in salt for no reason other than his anger at himself. The best thing in his life - and he'd ruined it. All by himself, and willingly. And he knows he can't get it back now. No matter what, he doesn't deserve to have it back. He'd been the one to wield the knife, because he's too scared of anyone else holding that knife against him

no, that's gonna be it exactly. V.V;

[killsonthe_sly]

[there's a spare bit of bandage-tape hanging from his lips, his arm raised up to his face and the white pulled taut against the cut. It's stopped bleeding, but it's still soaked through - he'll have to start again. He ignores the knocks because no one who's not after trouble would come at this time of night.]

[lormenari]

[Sam knocks again after receiving no reply, shifting wearily. He clears his throat, resting his forehead against the door with a long sigh.] Jase!

[killsonthe_sly]

[his eyes flicker sharply down the direction of his open door, the hallway.. but he doesn't make a move towards the sound of his voice. The Hell -]

[lormenari]

Jase, I know you can hear me. Just open up. Please. I need to talk to you. [He jiggles the knob lightly.]

[killsonthe_sly]

You've got some real fuckin' nerve. [his his greeting as he clicks the lock, leans in the doorway, looking out darkly.] Talk out here - you're not stayin'. [he says bluntly.]

[lormenari]

[He hadn't expected a nicer greeting. He looks startled at the sight of the blood.] Jesus, what happened to you? Are you okay?

[killsonthe_sly]

[he rolls his eyes, lifting a hand.] Save it, okay?

[he nodded at him, wiping his cheek off another smear, the reassurance of looks worse than it is on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't say it. He doesn't want to reassure him anymore. It didn't matter.] You look like shit.

[lormenari]

Well, it looks like you're failing at your first aid skills, so since I'm here, I could lend a hand.

[He rubs his eyes, pushing his hair back with another sigh.] I feel like shit, too. But I just... [He pauses. He just what? Jase isn't going to forgive him. He doesn't deserve forgiveness after all the shit he said to him.] I just wanted to ask you something. A favor. A small one.

[killsonthe_sly]

Hmm.. well, if it's to kill whoever gave you that? [he gestures to his bruises with a cold glance.] Not interested.

[he didn't comment on his offer, denying it would mean he cared he asked. He could do what he wanted, but if he tried to help, he'd realise when he got lain flat on his ass, what no, thanks was.]

[lormenari]

[He scowls and pulls his collar a little higher. That hurt, but he deserves it. It's not Jase's job to watch out for him.] I'm fine. It's not that.

[He pauses, then looks down, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out an envelope.] I just want you to mail this. Not now, just... later. Whenever I... [He swallows, biting down on his lip.] My doctor will give you a call, and if you could just mail that... it's already addressed to my parents and everything, you just have to drop it off.

[killsonthe_sly]

[he takes it slowly as he speaks, sort of expecting it'd be something like this. He holds off for a few seconds before folding his arms over and scoffing.]

Jesus. You're a piece of work.

[he looked at him steadily, voice soft. Not angry, not even attached to what he was saying - he didn't matter. It was a mantra he had driven deep into him, all through their - whatever the Hell you called that fucked up mess. And since their last time, it had only gotten deeper.]

Should just go see them before now if it bothers you so much, but ya won't. Whatever.

[he nods.] I'll do it. If I don't have anything better to do. You know - like kill someone.

[lormenari]

They don't want to see me. You know that. [He stares at the ground for a long moment, his eyes heavy, before he looks up and holds out the envelope, his hand trembling ever so slightly. He doesn't react to the comment about killing someone.]

It's just a letter to my mom and dad, and then one to my little brother and sister. And some money. I wouldn't be bothering you but I don't trust anyone else not to forget. It's... it's important.

[killsonthe_sly]

[he nods at him once more, accepting it as he tucks the envelope under his arm and shrugs. Both hands passing into his jeans.]

-- Okay, fine.

[he doesn't say more, just looks at him for a few moments.. before glancing away, all intentions to just get back inside and close the door.]

[lormenari]

[He hesitates, biting his lip softly.] Let me just - let me bandage your arm. It'll just take a second.