Ash
He/Him/Them
26
December 2
Aspertia City, Unova
Pansexual
Picking up the pieces
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But I, I will, go on howling and hollow
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Ashley Shepard
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tag notes Shades, DRIP, mask and hair make it hard to discern identity | No.
Bongo's eyes were wide, the gorilla staring at what his trainer had done. Keeping Ashley down, the gorilla would do everything in his power to assist Isaac with a single beefy arm, so much so that he would pull help Isaac to his feet. In fact, using both arms, he would be Isaac's rock, to lean on and help. Letting Ashley go in the process.
Ashley however...
The bloody switchblade lays upon the ground. The red dyes his hands, the fear that takes everything away taking any composure left. It's everywhere. Its red. Everything is red. He realizes what he's done, his whole body is trembling. Even with Bongo gone from his side, from pushing his face into the mud... realization begets suffering. Vomit fills his nose.
He doesn't remember when he started crying. It just all came out of nowhere.
"It's my fault."
His cries are quiet at first, as he's on his knees. The world crashes, it burns, and as he pats at his face, the blood smears all over, cheek to eye, every little bit. "It's all my fault." He damn near screams, choked out through what air he did have, every tremble begging to break him. "I killed her. I don't deserve to be here anymore. She should be alive, not me. I let her die, I killed her, and now I almost killed you too." His face for the first time looks Isaac in the eye.
Tears and snot run clean from his face, trailing down over blood and mud. His silver eyes have their pupils returned, but pricked so much with tears its drowning them. His teeth are gritted together as his guilt weighs heavy upon his shoulders. So heavy in fact, his eyes trail towards the splashes of blood that ruin the dead grass to the source.
There's a moment of freedom he feels, as he crawls towards the switchblade, but the giant form of Bongo doesn't let it happen. In fact, as Ashley grabs for it with the burnt arm, Bongo isn't having it. He slams the arm backwards, a direction it should not bend, an uncomfortable bone break heard for Isaac, Ashley, Bongo, and Sanford to hear. Ashley's right arm is limp, and all he can do, not feeling a hint of pain, is wail on the ground. He screamed, letting the heavens know he did care. He couldn't be that soulless Rocket. Even though Bullet, Pluto, and Kiryu were gone, he felt every one of them.
"I'm sorry. Please... don't go..." He begs Isaac. He begs whoever will listen.
Ashley Sawyer came in today to Mt. Pyre preparing for war. He was alive. A broken, second-degree burn arm, bleeding profusely. Cutting out his best friend's eye because he wanted to die.
How could he look at Isaac now? How could he look Kep in the eyes now? How could Ash look himself in the eyes now?
The shadow is growing. Sunshine loves him. And you nearly killed him. Bongo loves him. And you nearly killed him. Kiryu loved him. And you nearly killed him. He was going to be consumed by this thing before long. If he just lays here, the League will do the rest.
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