#ashercookeasks

Send me “Help!” to see how my character would help yours (or if they would at all) in bad situations. 

26. Being held at gunpoint

Asher eyed the stranger as the gun was pointed toward them. As the person he was he knew that he would protect the other, as it was his duty. Well, in a way, sort of. One could consider it as such. He mostly just repaired things for those who really would protect the residents of  this world. Clearing his throat then he looked toward the gun before glancing toward the other “You seem a bit nervous. But I don’t think that this is the time or the place to start demanding help with…That.” He didn’t know much about what the other was carrying. Never having to work on one before. But the former king did seem to know a thing or two about these sort of weapons “ If you want, I can escort you to the castle and find you some help out of here?” He grinned then, before pushing the girl behind him further out of the way of the where the fun was aiming.

QUEEN lyrics

“I think they might be talking to you.”

“Huh? Why would anyone be talking to me? DO I look like someone who falling in love with is a mistake?”

“Well they can’t be talking about me. Barely anyone knows I exist.”

“They can’t be talking about me either! Because barely anyone knows I exist!”

“Well if you aren’t well known, and I’m not well known. Who is this anon talking to?”

“Your mom, probably. You weak bitch.”

“Don’t talk about my mother. I’m not a bitch. I’m a cook.”

Send “Make Me Feel”         

your muse finds mine standing at a bridge, ready to jump

Staring out into the distance the would be king let out a breath he had been holding tightly in his chest. Trying to ignore all the pent up pain that life had delivered him since the day Abra had tried to kill him in the Tulgey Woods. Some often called him dramatic. Or made him feel crazy, called him crazy these days. The friends he had since that trauma had all abandoned him, singled him out. They made him feel less than a human. Asher had always been the happy one, just living his life and repairing armor. Working for his king was good enough for him. Making the soldiers better prepared, worked for him. He was sweet and had no worries.

But these days, he was plagued with the memories of Abra’s taunts. His mind filled with the visions of the nights he spent stranded, tied up in the Tulgey Woods, screaming for help that didn’t come for a long time. Staring down he felt the tears well up in his eyes “ It would be better if I weren’t around. I wouldn’t be a problem anymore. I wouldn’t be something they would have to ‘deal with’…anymore.” Asher sniffled a bit bringing his hands up to his ears. His eyes closing as the usual haunting noises of the woods started creeping back in, as they usually did when he was having one of his episodes “ They would all be better off without me.” He whispered, trying to mentally talk himself into just getting it over with.

Edgar Allan Poe starters

With his eyes closed tight, trying to stop memories from the incident that often gave him nightmares. Of the time he had almost died because of a crazed cat creature who thought they had every right to mistreat anyone who crossed them. Sniffling he buried his head into the mattress under him and continued to whimper into the softened surface, only wanting this feeling of loss and fear to go away from him so that he could be like he was. As he had heard the others words though he swallowed and slowly turned his head to look at them, teary eyed and still slightly broken he frowned a little before blinking and looking away from them “Did you hear that somewhere?” He asked weakly, his voice cracking with the anguish he was mentally dealing with.

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse

Asher x Ginevra

Without You - My Darkest Days

Die For You - Starset

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

All of Me - John Legend

My muse is hallucinating and thinks yours is someone who hurt them in the past. Send me “It’s just me!” for my muse’s reaction.

Taking in a few deep breathes, Asher looks around, everything was just, not right. His head was light, his heart racing, slamming in his chest. What was that sound? Turning to look he winces, his hands moving up to his neck, rubbing into the skin “ Go away…  ” Closing his eyes, the creeping sound of metal clanks of armor approaching, hissing of a cat, the wind through the branches of dead trees “ It’s not real.” Shaking his head, he sucks in a deep breath. Then turns suddenly as he hears a voice, his eyes searching for the source, only to land suddenly on her, but what he’d seen besides the sprite, was the knight that had helped tie him and hang upside down in the Tulgey.

“  Just leave me alone!” He shouts, suddenly shoving Ginevra away from him then, wanting to run away, but stops himself as he looks down at her, everything tilting, his vision doubling. Turning his head to one side as he stares down at her “ They should of killed you….” With a sneer he drops down over her, his pupils shrunk into the small little pins.

Reaching his  left hand out then, grabbing Ginevra by her shirt he yanks her up, his right hand lifting  up, forming into a fist, ready to strike her across the face.

But just in that moment, he hears more noises that weren’t there. His eyes shifting quickly as he looks around, dropping onto one need and then falling to the side from her he turns and crawls  off before standing and starts to run away from the girl he’d mistaken for the man who had helped Abra try and kill him.  Darting through the woods he slides to a stop as he reaches the edge of a cliff, sending several rocks rolling off the edge. Looking down he takes a deep breath, a eerie silence falling over his ears.

He turns suddenly, thinking about jumping into the waters below. The sound of growling again cutting it’s way into his ears. Lifting his hands up he grabs onto his ears “ S-stop! ” They were coming for him, to finish what they started, the creatures and his would be murderers alike. Or maybe even to hang him again from the tree. He couldn’t go back to that.  Dropping down onto the ground, his knee’s in his chest, his hands over his ears as he whispers into his knee’s, pleading to just be left alone. 

Rocking lightly back and forth, gasping for breath as if the rope had once more wrapped itself around his neck again, tightening as it once had, killing him slowly as it once had tried before.

Send ‘♫’ for my muse to sing apart of a song mun recently listened too

Whatever you do, I’ll do it too. Show me everything and tell me how. It all means something…And yet,  nothing to me I can see there’s so much to learn. It’s all so close and yet so far. I see myself as people see me. Oh, I just know there’s something bigger out there!

Every gesture, every move that she makes. Makes me feel like never before.

Ooo, these emotions I never knew. Of some other world far beyond this place. Beyond the trees, above the clouds. I see before me a new horizon.

                                                    Take my hand

                              There’s a world I need to knOOooOOoooooow.~

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