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]

[killsonthe_sly]

If I say no again, you'll just stay out here until I let ya, I guess. [he moves abruptly from the door, leaving it open for him as he goes back inside to where he had sat on the floor. Resuming his place heavily, he takes a long swing of beer.]

[lormenari]

[He comes inside slowly, following him and putting his bag down before kneeling beside him, wincing slightly.]

How'd you get this? Knife, gunshot...? [He presses a cloth to the wound, holding it down firmly.]

[killsonthe_sly]

First rule; no questions. [he says, cutting a glance at him. As far as he were concerned, Sam didn't get to make it his business anymore.]

-- Knife. [he answers begrudgingly.]

[lormenari]

[At least Jase was still talking to him. He keeps pressure on the wound for a moment before setting the cloth down.] You need stitches?

sorry bb !

[killsonthe_sly]

Do it at home. [he informs him dryly, even if Sam knows the score. No hospitols.] Thanks... I'm good. [he doesn't want to be touched by him more than necessary. Sam's done his good deed for the night, so Jase expects him to leave like usual.]

[lormenari]

I'm decent at stitches. You got a needle? [He takes a sharp breath at the sight of the wound, but he steels himself quickly. He wants to make sure Jase is okay, but he also wants to stay for a little longer.]

[killsonthe_sly]

Not so decent with blood - lay off. [he presses his hand to his shoulder slowly. His eyes meet his.] M'fine... go. Know you've got places to be.

[lormenari]

You remembered my blood thing. I'm trying to work on it. [A tiny smile appears on his lips. It's been less than a month, but it feels like much longer since he last saw him.]

[killsonthe_sly]

Guess you had to, huh. [no one to clean him up, he guessed. Jase pressed his hand over his shoulder, moving to the side to stand again. Fuck, he wanted to sleep. But he had to get this done.]

[lormenari]

Just sit down. [He pushes him back to the floor, then stands and goes to Jase's drawer, rooting around the first aid kit for a needle and thread. He comes back and dabs the blood from Jase's wound, then threads the needle.] I was in the Boy Scouts. They taught me how to do stitches. Just - let me help. Stay still.

[killsonthe_sly]

[he didn't have the damn energy to argue, merely turned his face away and let his arms splay open slowly, one leaning against the seatof the nearest chair, where the kit got set, and the other loose across his side. He didn't look at Sam as he worked, but his voice was brittle as he spoke.] Why don't you let me be, huh.

[lormenari]

Because you're bleeding and you don't have an extra arm to do the stitches yourself. [He takes a breath, then slowly starts stitching the wound, threading the needle carefully to make a neat row. He forces himself not to think about the blood.] Met any nice people lately?

[killsonthe_sly]

That some trick question? [he snorts.] Know I ain't the social type... sorta made that clear. [yes, another hint for you to shut up, Sam. Why was he still here when he clearly said he didn't need it.] You need somethin' else... huh. What?

[he leans to him, mouth twisting as he shakes his head.] Can smell the crack on you. Awesome.

[lormenari]

I'm not looking for anything. I'm just... helping a friend. [He feels a twinge of shame. He hadn't meant to start using again. It just happened.]

There's a guy I met... he's been buying me the stuff. I couldn't... I wasn't strong enough to stay away from it.

[killsonthe_sly]

That what we are. [his tone says he doesn't expect, or want an answer. Jase nods at his explanantion, figured it was true.]

Thought so - well. [he tugs away, leaning down to remove his hand... the thread hanging but he cuts it with a small pair of scissors used for splitting bandages.] Thanks.