anamarima replied to your post: JAYSUS WHy would you change your icon to my crap!? (crawls in a hole)
I have to agree. It is beautiful. :)
((See? :D ))
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tobiaswraithwall whispered, "JAYSUS WHy would you change your icon to my crap!? (crawls in a hole)"
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tobiaswraithwall whispered, "JAYSUS WHy would you change your icon to my crap!? (crawls in a hole)"--------------------
MOD: Because it’s beautiful, amazing, and I’m still honored that you drew it for us <3
There’s not much art of Abel or Jane, and there’s little to nothing of them together. That picture you drew for us? It’s precious.
Aww yiss another one down
Again, they don’t belong to me
Now the problem is I’ve only got one pair left and I don’t even know when/if their together. gdi
((Thank you for doing this ;__; it’s perfect!! Just snuggles, and plenty of love))
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blusollyjd whispered, "-spat blood in his face, just laughed at me. Put my tongue in a jar. Touched my face and said I had beautiful eyes, too beautiful for my ugly face and-- cut them out too, I couldn't see, then I woke up and- *gasps a bit, shaking his head. Holds on to Abel for all he's worth, cheeks burning, feeling rather sheepish that he was being such a damn baby over this.* -sorry I woke you up. Just a bad dream, that's all. I am not five. You don't got to make me tea or nothing, I'm fine..."
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blusollyjd whispered, "-spat blood in his face, just laughed at me. Put my tongue in a jar. Touched my face and said I had beautiful eyes, too beautiful for my ugly face and-- cut them out too, I couldn't see, then I woke up and- *gasps a bit, shaking his head. Holds on to Abel for all he's worth, cheeks burning, feeling rather sheepish that he was being such a damn baby over this.* -sorry I woke you up. Just a bad dream, that's all. I am not five. You don't got to make me tea or nothing, I'm fine..."--------------------
“Your eyes are beautiful, so stunning. And you’re handsome, Jane. Don’t listen to even ze men in your dreams. Zhey have no idea how beautiful you are, inside and out.” A small, light kiss, then he continues, “your heart is precious to me, my silly Soldat. “And… let me tell you somezhing. Zat man said no one vould come for you, zat no one loved you zat much to do so. Zat’s a lie. I vill always come running. I vill always fight to get to you. Even through ze hordes of hell vould I fight just to reach you. And zat… vill never change. Because you breathed life back into me, liebe.”
He stayed there, just silently snuggling him close. He might make tea, just in case. A good, calming herbal one. Maybe.. bring him some cookies, too.
¯ blusollyjd whispered, "I woke up after being knocked out, I think, strapped up to this table in this medbay. It was all filthy and bloody and crap, all the metal stuff was half rusted. Rats scurrying around the damn place. Then there was this- this guy. BLU Medic, thought it was you for a sec but it wasn't. It really wasn't. Said you wouldn't be saving me, nobody would be, nobody'd even miss me. I started yelling at him- he came over, grabbed my damn tongue, and- and started cutting the damn thing out. *bites lip*"
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blusollyjd whispered, "I woke up after being knocked out, I think, strapped up to this table in this medbay. It was all filthy and bloody and crap, all the metal stuff was half rusted. Rats scurrying around the damn place. Then there was this- this guy. BLU Medic, thought it was you for a sec but it wasn't. It really wasn't. Said you wouldn't be saving me, nobody would be, nobody'd even miss me. I started yelling at him- he came over, grabbed my damn tongue, and- and started cutting the damn thing out. *bites lip*"--------------------
The entire time Abelärd listens, not speaking a word. His expression does all the speaking for him. As the story morbidly progresses, the German-born man becomes more and more disturbed. You can literally see the pain, grief and sympathy in his eyes. He never wanted his silly, stubborn Soldier to ever suffer. But hearing this… he felt horrible that he couldn’t prevent it somehow. He knew he couldn’t, how could you stop a dream?
But still, he hated that his lover emotionally suffered from that.
Sitting up, he reached over and grabbed the man by his arm. He drug him over so that he was partially in his lap. Wrapping his arms around him from behind, he just snuggled him close, hoping that the physical contact could ebb away the emotional pains.
“Mein liebe, I am so sorry you had to have zat dream.” A kiss to the back of his head. “I vish you never had nightmares to begin vith.” Another kiss, then a nuzzle. “Vould you like me to get you some tea…?”
He began to gently rock him back and forth, all the while still cradling him.
