#casper ft. ebony ( rpscllion )

[sasouken]

@rpscllion /

"hey is it possible for your characters to die in this game? 'cause i think mine just did. . ."

[sasouken]

@rpscllion asked: injury after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them. with ebcas :) // send memes !

"god damn it, eb." his jaw is clenched as he applies pressure to her wound. there's so much blood and his hands won't stop shaking. he can't lose her. he won't. whoever's hurt her is already dead— he had made sure of that.

they were all dead.

casper can't lose her. the fear of it turns his blood to ice and he hasn't felt like this in a long, long time. he's never really ever felt like this about anyone. he loved her. he loved her so much that he was certain he'd be spending the rest of his life with her. even though things were chaotic and there was always trouble around every corner, he wanted to grow old with her. but if she— no. he had to stop thinking that way.

her hands frame his face and pull his gaze away from her wound to look at her. he bottom lip quivers and he shakes his head. how fucked up was it that she was injured one and he was the one who needed calming?

“hold on,” he says, tone soft, as he shifts. arms move to slip under her and he cradles her close to him as he stands, lifting her up. a portal opens and he steps forward. he didn’t care what the hospital staff said — they’d admit her and then he’d explain after. he didn’t care what kind of trouble he got into, so long as they took her and made her better.

“i’m gonna get you help. just stay with me, okay baby?”

[sasouken]

@rpscllion asked: don't mind her coming up and stealing a kiss from cas when he's least expecting it.

"oh." cheeks flush a soft rose as he chuckles, unusually timid. hand rises to rest against her waist, pulling her close to him as he leans down to nuzzles his cheek against hers. "it's good to see you too, love."

[sasouken]

"wha— really? shit." he looks back at the game in hand, brows furrowing. "i think i fucked up, eb. i just wanted to pick some flowers. . ."

' no they can't. so if yers did, 'd b' rather impressed, dove. '