( when ash was twenty-seven, he had a dream about embry moore.
embry has one of those faces you could see on a gallant knight of the realm, on a dapper prince in some long forgotten country, on some military man saving you from a fire. ash dreamed he had a suit of armor clinging to his chest, a helmet under his arm, his chestnut curls plastered against his sweaty forehead. he knelt before ash, a playful, promising look in his eyes. when ash dreams tonight, he has the same dream, only when he goes to pet embry’s head it falls off his shoulders, hand fisted in the hair of his decapitated head, blood draining out of him like a waterfall, like the tears from ash's eyes. his mouth lolls open. it says weren’t you supposed to die for me?
ash decides he isn’t going to sleep again. not for a long, long time. )
— two of six.
embry has one of those faces you could see on a gallant knight of the realm, on a dapper prince in some long forgotten country, on some military man saving you from a fire. ash dreamed he had a suit of armor clinging to his chest, a helmet under his arm, his chestnut curls plastered against his sweaty forehead. he knelt before ash, a playful, promising look in his eyes. when ash dreams tonight, he has the same dream, only when he goes to pet embry’s head it falls off his shoulders, hand fisted in the hair of his decapitated head, blood draining out of him like a waterfall, like the tears from ash's eyes. his mouth lolls open. it says weren’t you supposed to die for me?
ash decides he isn’t going to sleep again. not for a long, long time. )