[The sound of Ardyn's voices fades into the remembered screams and Izunia's words, not different enough to really pick out - but the touch
the touch is real.
Asch's hand pulls away from his face to snap closed around Ardyn's wrist like it's the only lifeline he has. The screaming stops, but he squeezes hard enough to hurt - hard enough to injure, on someone who isn't a ridiculously overpowered immortal incarnation of hatred.
He keeps squeezing, until he can get his breathing under control, enough to let the words he's thinking stumble out of his mouth - ]
Fuck you. Damn it, damn it, damn it... Fuck you for not warning me.
[If he'd had some inkling, even just that they were twins, he could have - he could have been something like prepared, instead of completely open to it like this.]
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the touch is real.
Asch's hand pulls away from his face to snap closed around Ardyn's wrist like it's the only lifeline he has. The screaming stops, but he squeezes hard enough to hurt - hard enough to injure, on someone who isn't a ridiculously overpowered immortal incarnation of hatred.
He keeps squeezing, until he can get his breathing under control, enough to let the words he's thinking stumble out of his mouth - ]
Fuck you. Damn it, damn it, damn it... Fuck you for not warning me.
[If he'd had some inkling, even just that they were twins, he could have - he could have been something like prepared, instead of completely open to it like this.]