ΰ³ΛΰΌγ #Ι΄α΄α΄ α΄. γβYou are the πππππ before the ππππ. You are the πππππ in my πππππ. ββ’Β» RP.βOC.βMC. β’
@OfAlluringStars Would he rather have Asher tell him that the brunet died every day without his best friend by his sideβ in the prison of his arms? Perhaps, thatβd take a while. . .
Raising a palm to rub the nape of his neck, he rose a shoulder in a shrug.
βSurviving. Have have /you/ been?β
@OfAlluringStars The symphonic sound of the familiar voice caught Asher off-guard, manipulating him to turn about to meetβ Jarvis?
βNever did I think Iβd see you again. . .β
@StoicLachrymose He snaps his head in Dean's direction at his response, rather appalled by his assertion. "I don't see how guys can be jerks to that face?"