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]

[lormenari]

You're welcome. You want anything else? Since I'm here... [He wipes his hands off on a towel, then picks up a fresh bandage to wrap securely around Jase's arm.] I don't have to be anywhere else until really late.

[killsonthe_sly]

Yeah - want you to tell me what the Hell you're stalling for. [he moves his arm, his whole body away. Touching him is.. painful. He was over this already, dammit.] Why you're still here. An' don't give me that 'you're hurt!' BS. You could care less about that, I know.

[lormenari]

That's not true. [He bites his lip softly, watching him move away. He doesn't know why he's stalling. He just wants to be around Jase.] I do care about you. I never stopped caring. You should know that.

[killsonthe_sly]

When it's conveniant for you doesn't count, Brat. [he almost hates it slipped out - because far from demeaning it had just become a thing. Theirs. Something he called him.

His mouth works as Jase looks away, then back to him sharply.] Oh, yeah - and before you start? I never fucked you 'cause it was conveniant. [he could try to say that, fine. They hardly fucked at all when he had said no. Not until he were clean and even then.. with that rediculous 'more than friends' shit, he had held back. Because he knew they'd be here one day.

He always had to look out for himself, after all.]

So. [his smile is tight, doesn't reach his eyes.] In case it ain't clear? I'm alive - didn't die of a broken heart without you, and still not got that love that'd gonna break me while you were gone. Figure once was enough.

[and that's all. He doesn't even want Sam in the same vicinity as a mention of Sophia. He takes a step back, turns to leave the room.]

[lormenari]

[Sam doesn't say anything while Jase speaks, doesn't try to defend himself, just stays still in his place half kneeling on the floor. He only speaks when Jase turns to go, his words coming out haltingly, his voice strained.] Do you hate me now?

[killsonthe_sly]

[his steps pause, but he carries on walking after it. Not about to answer. Hate him? Ha. Be easier if he did.]

[lormenari]

[He watches him walk away, and Sam lets out a shaky sigh, sitting on the floor and closing his eyes. He covers his face for a moment, swallowing hard. He just wants to stay. The guy who buys him drugs throws ungodly sums of money at him, too much for Sam to say no to, but he also gives him these bruises and makes him stay even when he doesn't want to.

He stays put, just thinking for a long moment about how he can fix this, but he keeps coming up empty. And now he's convinced Jase hates him. There has to be something he can do. Saying sorry just isn't enough.]

/was tempted to end it there V.V;

[killsonthe_sly]

[an hour passes. Jase wants to go about his damn business but he can't. He can feel Sam, always better when he didn't make a sound, ironically, so this.. was just peachy.]

If you've got anything on you get rid of it before you go to the guest room.

[he's only offering because it's late... so late it's getting early. And, well - it's up to the kid. Jase folds his arms as he leans against the doorframe, looking down at him] Can stay the night, that's it.

it can end soon :)

[lormenari]

[Sam hadn't realized that he'd dozed off until Jase speaks again. He jerks awake, blinking owlishly at him. If he doesn't go see James tonight, he'll be pissed later. He'll find Sam when he's out later and it probably won't be pretty. But right now, Jase is offering him a line, as short as it is, and he intends to take it.] I - thanks. I'll be gone first thing in the morning.

[He stands, rubbing his eyes, then digs into his pocket for a small baggie of powder. He meekly approaches Jase and slips it into his hand. He doesn't trust himself to get rid of it.] Just flush it. Please.

figure it has to :3

[killsonthe_sly]

[Jase shakes his head, stern in his expression and eyes.] No way - never doing that shit for you or it means jack. I got principles. You flush it. [he uncurls from the doorway, dismissive.] And get to bed.

[lormenari]

You do hate me, don't you? [He stands still, his eyes prickling slightly. He fists the drugs in his hand, looking up.] You really don't want me anymore.

[killsonthe_sly]

[a pause.] You tellin' me it suddenly makes a damn difference if I do, or not?

[lormenari]

It makes a big difference to me. [His voice is soft, hurt. If Jase is just another person he's fucked up with, like his parents, like everyone... then he knows how this ends already. He'll be holding onto nothing, yet again.] Just tell me.

[killsonthe_sly]

Answer's no. [he's already walking down the hall again. He didn't hate him - wasn't that a bitch? He was just so damn.. pitiful. Needed help. He couldn't hate the poor bastard. Wanted to, couldn't.]

[lormenari]

Jase, I'm sorry. [He says it softly, but he's sure Jase heard it. He turns to the guest room, slipping inside and shutting the door quietly. It's so familiar, but it feels different. There's a chill in the air, probably from his own mind. He sheds his clothes, then sits on the bed, setting his bag down. If Jase doesn't hate it, then he still has a chance. Maybe just for friendship, but it's something.

He looks at the baggie, then stuffs it into the bottom of his bag before he climbs into bed, pulling the covers up and closing his eyes. He's tired, and sleep comes quickly.]