He sat in his dorm room, basking in the orange glow of mid-afternoon, thoroughly ignoring how the day was so pleasant without his consent. The reaper didn't move, his exhaustion still palpable after the crystals had drained his energy. In a very brief period of time, he had been taken by the fury of Insanity (a typical thing, but perpetually draining), raided the basement, gone through a portal, and attacked Malodore.
In the space between, Ash had coldly cast off Thackery-- or, at least, he had attempted to.
The boil was more stubborn than anyone gave him credit for--including Ash, as of late.
After raging against a barrier he could not pass, the mists had enveloped him, taking him to an abandoned shanty town, sending him into a rage that he had never felt before.
It was terrifying. With a sigh, the blond pressed his face into Thackery's shoulder, arms wrapped tight around him. The boil had refused to leave-- and had sat outside the door pitifully until Ashford had conceded that he was being both stupid and cruel.
He was coming to that conclusion a lot, lately.
"We need to talk," he murmured, keeping his grip loose and his voice low. He could do this. He could speak without becoming a mindless beast.
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tell me if anything is inaccurate, i just wanted to write a starter biggrin <3333333
