For the bootyful OFFICIAL Asher X Random Forrester Soldier #167 Thread, I hope you enjoy ;
Oh Asher, how he used to flirt with him, how he gently spoke his cheesy pick up lines, how his winks sent #167 cheeks three shades of red, how the smile which lingered on Asher's face sent a twist in his stomach.
How every time he walked by he gave him the sweetest of bedroom heart eyes, how they reminded #167 why he fell in love with the man near him.
However it changed, or should he say, how Asher changed.
When walking by one of the local women he couldn't help but turn an ear to their convocation. It was hard to hear whatever the three ladies spoke. Aside from the following words he then
'Asher slept with Gwen.'
The rest of the woman's sentence was a blur, as if the fact his heart had dropped in thousands, *no*, millions of pieces, made him death.
'No it can't be true!' #167 was quickly to assume. However once rushing past room by room, by every place to place...
#167 eyes felt as if they was on fire.
It must of positively been true, by the sight of it. The way Gwen was in Asher's arms, the way he whispered so softly in her ear.
Asher was in love with her.
#167 looked back, helplessly letting tears release, from his eyes to down to the ends of his face. It was confusing, yet heart braking.
'Why her?' He muttered, reminiscing every moment the two men shared together. Every cheesy pickup line Asher spoke, every flirtatious convocation which led to awkward silence, every sexy eyed- FUCK I ,MEAN, heart eyed glance they received from each other.
Did it mean nothing to him?
#167 shamefully bowed down his head, walking way from Asher and his new love.
Using his sword to murder any son of a bitch which got in his way, was like a helping hand with his anger which grew and grew when Asher had deiced to toy with his emotions. After all they've been through-
#167 decide it was not worth thinking about it.
However when finally murdering the bastard enemy near him, he made the horrific choice in taking a glance at Asher.
No. Oh god no.
He was getting attacked by a Whitehall solider, he was going to pierce the sword into his head.
#167 couldn't allow that, no matter how much Asher broken.
#167 quickly ran towards the two men, killing the bastard who was after his love.
He gave a hand to Asher and spoke "M'lord we have to get you out of here!" But before the two could even run away...
An Arrow struck through #167's neck, causing him to suffer on the floor.
He couldn't breath, all that he could do was feel pain. Until... everything went black...
His last view being Asher wasn't a shitty way to go, even if he never loved him back.
Little did he know...
(?)Asher will never forget that...