You never call me when you're sober
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- guin/loch guinevere haze intoxicated lochlann caybll-ushtey near death experience
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He said what he always said when he saw her.
"it's you."
There was a little bit of surprise, as though he hadn't expected her to show up, even though he'd asked her to. His voice was slurred and he reeked of whiskey.
"How are you going to do this?" Lochlann asked. "Can I just...stay where I'm at? The view is nice from down here"
His breath hung in the air. He was shirtless and he wasn't wearing shoes. There were bags under his eyes and his skin looked sallow even in the moonlight.
"I'm ready."
He hoped it was fast, like six bullets to the chest.
He said what he always said when he saw her.
"it's you."
There was a little bit of surprise, as though he hadn't expected her to show up, even though he'd asked her to. His voice was slurred and he reeked of whiskey.
"How are you going to do this?" Lochlann asked. "Can I just...stay where I'm at? The view is nice from down here"
His breath hung in the air. He was shirtless and he wasn't wearing shoes. There were bags under his eyes and his skin looked sallow even in the moonlight.
"I'm ready."
He hoped it was fast, like six bullets to the chest.
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When she started to walk away, Lochlann reached out and grabbed her ankle. It was clumsy and desperate, but his hand connected only because he was fast.
"No," he said.
His voice was near frantic.
"You said you would, you have to, Guinevere," he said.
He tried to swallow but he choked on his own spit instead.
"Just do it," he said. If she looked at him now his eyes, though unfocused, would be boring into hers. He wanted her to kill him, but he wasn't looking for death. It was clear even if it wasn't clear to him.
"You had no problem killing Dani," he said, trying to incite her.
When she started to walk away, Lochlann reached out and grabbed her ankle. It was clumsy and desperate, but his hand connected only because he was fast.
"No," he said.
His voice was near frantic.
"You said you would, you have to, Guinevere," he said.
He tried to swallow but he choked on his own spit instead.
"Just do it," he said. If she looked at him now his eyes, though unfocused, would be boring into hers. He wanted her to kill him, but he wasn't looking for death. It was clear even if it wasn't clear to him.
"You had no problem killing Dani," he said, trying to incite her.
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Lochlann looked at her as though she'd actually shot him but, of course, if she had shot him he would probably look more releived than he did now. Now, Lochlann's eyes were drawn up and trying to focus on her and his mouth fell open and then closed.
"No," he said.
He didn't tell her that he had no where to go. This was it for him.
"I can't get warm and I don't want to be sober. Just do it Guinevere," he said.
And, now, because she was ignoring him, he tugged on her ankle. Hard.
Lochlann looked at her as though she'd actually shot him but, of course, if she had shot him he would probably look more releived than he did now. Now, Lochlann's eyes were drawn up and trying to focus on her and his mouth fell open and then closed.
"No," he said.
He didn't tell her that he had no where to go. This was it for him.
"I can't get warm and I don't want to be sober. Just do it Guinevere," he said.
And, now, because she was ignoring him, he tugged on her ankle. Hard.
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"No," Lochlann said.
It was childish, it was, but Lochlann grabbed her other ankle and then he tried to pull her to the ground.
"No," Lochlann said.
It was childish, it was, but Lochlann grabbed her other ankle and then he tried to pull her to the ground.
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Lochlann's head snapped back.
He tasted blood.
It tasted good. He was still holding onto her one leg and Lochlann held onto it, scootching upwards in an ungraceful manner and stumbled towards the lake with her foot in his hand.
"Do it guinevere," he said.
Lochlann's head snapped back.
He tasted blood.
It tasted good. He was still holding onto her one leg and Lochlann held onto it, scootching upwards in an ungraceful manner and stumbled towards the lake with her foot in his hand.
"Do it guinevere," he said.
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"I don't want to fuck myself," he snarled back. "I haven't been able to finish for days."
Why the hell did he just tell her that? he was drunk, so he forgot he slurred that, especially when Guin's foot caught him under the chin and he scraped his teeth off each other.
He couldn't handle her other question. What did he want?
Lochlann wanted to many things.
He wanted his family to go back to the way it was. He wanted to go home, but he wanted to have a home. He wanted to graduate college. He wanted a relationship, a life, he wanted friends, he wanted to wake up every morning and feel refreshed because he actually slept. He wanted--
"You know what I want," he slurred. "That's why I called you here. quit...quit PUSSYFOOTING AROUND."
He stumbled again and turned to Guin in something like a tackle, but was really more of a fall while trying to grab her again.
"I don't want to fuck myself," he snarled back. "I haven't been able to finish for days."
Why the hell did he just tell her that? he was drunk, so he forgot he slurred that, especially when Guin's foot caught him under the chin and he scraped his teeth off each other.
He couldn't handle her other question. What did he want?
Lochlann wanted to many things.
He wanted his family to go back to the way it was. He wanted to go home, but he wanted to have a home. He wanted to graduate college. He wanted a relationship, a life, he wanted friends, he wanted to wake up every morning and feel refreshed because he actually slept. He wanted--
"You know what I want," he slurred. "That's why I called you here. quit...quit PUSSYFOOTING AROUND."
He stumbled again and turned to Guin in something like a tackle, but was really more of a fall while trying to grab her again.
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Somehow, Guinevere was on top of him, and Lochlann wasn't sure how that happened. She hit him hard enough that he saw spots and he blinked at her while his head lolled. A bruise was already begining to spread along his jawline, which was puffy and red from impact.
"I can't," he said, and his voice broke even as the first drops of rain hit them. "I tried and I can't."
He could still taste his blood but the smell of blood int he air wasn't his. It was hers. He licked his lips.
"Hit me again," he told her.
Somehow, Guinevere was on top of him, and Lochlann wasn't sure how that happened. She hit him hard enough that he saw spots and he blinked at her while his head lolled. A bruise was already begining to spread along his jawline, which was puffy and red from impact.
"I can't," he said, and his voice broke even as the first drops of rain hit them. "I tried and I can't."
He could still taste his blood but the smell of blood int he air wasn't his. It was hers. He licked his lips.
"Hit me again," he told her.
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Lochlann actually lost consciousness there, but only for about a second or two. Somehow, Guinevere was holding him by the shirt and his mouth was filled with blood. He was surprised he had all his teeth, but they were a lot stronger than one would think.
He spit the blood from his mouth but some of it still trickled from the corner of his mouth. His head was ringing like alarm bells were going off. He couldn't' hear her question.
The rain was streaming down his face, wetting his eyes. He blinked his other set of eyelids for a moment, a rare indication he normally supressed, but the water brought it out. His hands were on her hips like he was holding her to fuck her.
"Hit me again," he begged. The water running down his cheeks is how he imagined tears might feel.
"Please."
Lochlann actually lost consciousness there, but only for about a second or two. Somehow, Guinevere was holding him by the shirt and his mouth was filled with blood. He was surprised he had all his teeth, but they were a lot stronger than one would think.
He spit the blood from his mouth but some of it still trickled from the corner of his mouth. His head was ringing like alarm bells were going off. He couldn't' hear her question.
The rain was streaming down his face, wetting his eyes. He blinked his other set of eyelids for a moment, a rare indication he normally supressed, but the water brought it out. His hands were on her hips like he was holding her to fuck her.
"Hit me again," he begged. The water running down his cheeks is how he imagined tears might feel.
"Please."
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Lochlann hit the ground when she shoved off of him, but he recovered surprisingly quickly for someone in his condition.
He blinked at her, swaying as he rose into a crouch, almost mirroring her posture. He tried to figure out where she was because there was two of her.
"Bullshit," he said.
What had she said? She killed to survive?
"Save yourself, then."
He came at her again, running by her only to pivot at the last minute. He fell onto his side and slid like a runner in basebal trying to be declared safe, and one of his hands was around her ankle again, pulling her into the water with him.
The imapct of his body hitting the ground and the waters edge sounded like a thundercalp.
Lochlann hit the ground when she shoved off of him, but he recovered surprisingly quickly for someone in his condition.
He blinked at her, swaying as he rose into a crouch, almost mirroring her posture. He tried to figure out where she was because there was two of her.
"Bullshit," he said.
What had she said? She killed to survive?
"Save yourself, then."
He came at her again, running by her only to pivot at the last minute. He fell onto his side and slid like a runner in basebal trying to be declared safe, and one of his hands was around her ankle again, pulling her into the water with him.
The imapct of his body hitting the ground and the waters edge sounded like a thundercalp.