Die for Me meme

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 THE DIE FOR ME! MEME

- post with your characters (no, it doesn't have to be one per comment)
- the character that responds has just taken a mortal blow for your character
- play out the horrifically heart-shattering aftermath
- prepare your tissues for ULTIMATE CRIES

 
borrowed from here at towerofjamjars 

Comments

Obviously. ;A;

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[Yeah, you can't tell her 'It's fine' while you're bleeding, Tim. That does not work. You suck at lying. It's not a flesh wound.]

You're.. You're not... [Panic. Slowly. Rising. Now rapidly rising, because holy biscuits that is a lot of blood.] Fuck. You can't do this to me. [It's rather a crude first-aid method, but she uses jacket, shirt, anything to try and put pressure on the wound, to stop all the bleeding. The fact she's getting blood all over her own hands doesn't even phase her at this point.] Please... Don't you leave me too...

I'M SORRY :C

[peektuttut]

[He's slumping, now, forward and to the side, until his weight wins over ruined muscles and he falls to his side. So this is it. This is...exactly how he always knew it would go. He can't help but smile, just a little. 'Here lies Tim Drake; he did so that others could live.' If he had to have a gravestone, that's what he wanted it to read. He lets her try to put pressure on the wound, it's what he would do, it's what he was trying to do.]

It's okay, [he kept mumbling that, like repetition would make her agree.] You're okay. You're okay.

s'okay bb, I forgive you. plus the cr is delicious?

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[It's not working as well as she'd hoped. And she's having a hard time trying to hold herself together. His attempts at reassurance are not really helping. Finally, finally, she lets go - she lets herself break apart, because it hurts too much holding it in. She slumps over him, still pressing against the wound, and cries.

She's terrified. Not only for Tim, but also for herself: she's not sure she'd ever be able to move forward if he died. She's already had more than her fair share of heartbreak in her life, and there's only so much a person can take.]

Please... I can't... [She kisses him. Over and over. Forehead, cheeks, lips: she kisses him through her tears, and whispers against his skin:] Don't go...

[ooc: I do not have an icon to express the sheer amount of grief. Sob. ]

This is true, it is very delicious. :c

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[If this is how he's going to go, Tim thinks, it really isn't that bad. He closes his eyes under those kisses, and thinks he could probably just let go like this, if it wasn't for the tears. He hates tears, hates knowing he can't do anything to stop them. So he lifts one hand, releasing her shoulder to cup her face. He knows what it's like to lose people. He knows what it's like to obsess over it, too. And he knows he doesn't want her to go through what he did.]

It'll get better, [he whispers, and tilts his head so he can kiss her, wherever her skin is closest.] I promise. You'll be all-- [He has to take in a sharp breath, each one harder and harder to draw,] --all right.

I do not apologize for any possible cheesiness. Deal with it. :|

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[Realizing her attempts at stopping the bleeding are pretty much useless, she brings one of her hands up to rest over Tim's, his hand on her cheek. Her eyes she squeezes shut, leaning forward to rest her forehead against his. She listens to his breathing - labored, pained. But it hurts too much to hear. So she covers up the sound, by singing softly.]

A falling star fell from your heart, and landed in my eyes... I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind... The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark... No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart... And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound.. But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness..

[Actually, this is nearly just as hard as listening to him slip away. So she stops singing, and resumes kissing him instead, lacing their fingers together so she can hold his hand there against her face.]

I feed on cheesiness c: and asdfkjsadh my favorite song sob :c

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[He needs her to keep his hand there, because he's quickly losing the energy to control his extremities. But he does his best, fingers curling against her cheek, the faint smile pulling at his lips again. He tries to kiss her back, but it's somehow exhausting, and he's just tired, so tired.]

Good song, [he manages, and forces his eyes open wide, looking around, in a sudden, desperate urge to make certain she's safe.] He can't hear any more bullets flying, no shouting. Someone must have taken care of it. They must have. So he exhales slowly again, using that breath to finish his thought.] She finds him in the end.

...oh god, I think you broke me. so many feelings shksdsf

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[Hearing him speak brings a small, sad smile to her own lips - and it's still there when he opens his eyes. She gives his hand a soft squeeze, rests her forehead against his again.] ...yeah. She does.

[She's not sure what else to say to that. There are so many things she wants to say... So many, she probably wouldn't even have time before-- ...That hurts to think about.

Part of her, the part filled with dread, knows that it's probably too late. But now that the surrounding mayhem seems to have stopped, she can't help but hold onto a little hope... so she fishes out her cell phone and dials 911 for an ambulance. And prays that they'll only need a stretcher, and not a body bag.] Please try to hold on... For me?

no breaking, I have scotch tape :ccc

[peektuttut]

[Tim's seen a lot of death in his time. He's seen it in the people he cares about, he's seen it in complete strangers he failed to save. He's seen it often enough to know that there's a point after which trying to hold on won't do anything. There's a point when you've lost so much blood that only a miracle can save you; and Tim doesn't really believe in miracles. He knows how much blood he's lost. He knows how cold he is, how weak. He knows his body is shutting down.

But he plants a smile on his face, and strokes his thumb down her cheek. It's easy; he just lets gravity move his thumb down.]

Sure, [he says, because he can't explain that he knows, knows he's done. He wants to explain that it's okay, that he wouldn't have picked another way to go, but he can't find the words for that, either.] I'll try. [But his words have already become mumbles, almost unintelligible.] I'll try.