#asher ward

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Some recent commissions for my D&D buddies~

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(≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ priya/asher

send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them  - Priya and Asher

Asher shifted, trying to find a comfortable position on the couch. He had insisted on sleeping out here, even though Priya had offered him her bed. He wasn’t sure yet, about sleeping in the same bed as her. Even though they had gotten very close over the past few days, and their relationship wasn’t exactly traditional in any sense, Asher still wanted to maintain some sort of normalcy between them. So even as he posed as her fiance, pretending to commit to her in order to fool her parents, Asher wanted things to move slowly between them. The fiance bit was a facade for Priya’s family to cover up the fact that she was pregnant out of wedlock, but Asher still felt that there was some sort of connection between them. Why else would Priya come to him for help, or why would Asher agree so quickly to the plan? It had been a long time since Asher felt attached to someone, especially a female someone, and he was afraid that this plan of theirs might mess things up. So Asher took the couch, trying to make Priya feel more comfortable with their strange relationship, give her space to think and be on her own.

He finally found a comfortable enough spot, and he was slowly drifting off when he felt the blankets on the couch move. He woke quickly, hoping that it wasn’t Priya’s parents. He had planned to return to Priya’s room in the morning before the two of them woke. But he realized it was only Priya, looking utterly sweet in her oversized shirt and pajama bottoms.

“I had trouble sleeping.” She said softly. His body moved before his mind did, shifting on the couch to give her more space. She curled in next to him, the small length of the couch forcing them to press together. But it wasn’t uncomfortable for Asher. It felt right.

“Me too.” He said, slowly breathing in the scent of her hair, letting his eyes close. They had kissed a bit, and held hands, trying to appear outwardly as a couple in love, ready to be married. But they hadn’t touched like this by themselves, and they certainly had never been this close before.

“Is it okay if I say for awhile?” Priya asked.

“Of course.” He said. “Do you want to go back to your room? I mean there’s more space-”

“Here’s fine. We can go back there in a bit.” She said, snuggling into him. He let his arm settle over waist, resting on her stomach. He wondered about the life growing in there, about the fact that she was soon to become a mother. He wondered what it felt like, whether Priya was happy about her choices, or if this was just a way to cope. He decided not to ask her, but simply held her close, his breathing growing deep as he fell asleep.

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Priya to Asher- I lost the baby. Maybe it was for the best. This probably wouldn't have worked out anyways

"Priya, I'm so sorry. I just... I didn't want to be with you just for the baby."

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|Zasher|

It was dawn when Zalia finally awoke from her groggy sleep. It was cold-- No. She was cold, but the air was warm. She shivered and opened her eyes. The lights from the ceiling above pierced her sight, and she immediately shut them again. Wincing, she tried again. She squinted against the light and sat up, only to feel the sharp pinch in her knee that came with the blood pooling. Her head throbbed with the pounding of a migraine, Zalia swallowed, only to feel the dry sand paper feeling of her tongue. She sighed quietly and looked to Asher. He was still close by her side, and fast asleep. Exhaustion was as bright as day on his face, and Zalia didn't blame him. If it were Asher who was sick, she probably would do the same. Rolling her pant leg up, she examined the bruise on her knee carefully. She hissed at the small bits of pain that rushed up her nerves like electricity. This didn't seem good. Looking down at her knee was more painful to the sight than to her. The red veins that she had seen the day before were now a deep, dark almost-black red. The point of contact was even darker. There were millions of colors, from blue to red to green to yellow, you name it. Zalia closed her eyes to keep the nausea at bay. And then she heard it. Cracking an eye open, she listened to the capital announcement and tried not to throw up on Asher's head.

“Attention, tributes: a feast will commence at the Cornucopia in one hour. Surely, each of you can think of some reason to attend. Come prepared and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

"Feast." She said weakly. Her mind automatically jumped to the medicine she so desperately needed at this point. It was life or death. All she needed was one little vile of medicine...  "Asher, are you awake?" With her good arm, Zalia reached forward and shook his arm lightly. If Asher would help Zalia to the cornucopia, she could run, inject herself, and run. Of course she could! Capitol medicine would heal her instantly. She'd be perfect again!

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If You Love Me, Why Am I Dying? || Zasher

After experimenting with a few more instruments, it was clear that Zalia's energy was wearing out. Asher playfully held the flute just out of her reach but it was clearly unnecessary after a few more minutes anyway. While she slept, he kept watch and surveyed their remaining supplies. The food and water would get them though another day or so but the real issue was medicine. The container hadn't been full when he took it from Az and after using it for Zalia and himself, they were almost out. Without any signs of a sponsor gift, Zalia would have to rely on her own strength. Asher wasn't terribly optimistic but he had no other choice. Staring almost longingly out the store window, he had to admit that he missed the game this used to be. They were really just hiding now. He was actually contemplating leaving Zalia's side just long enough to hunt down and kill one more person when he heard the cannon. Someone was dead. His heart skipped a beat. The sound seemed louder and closer than ever. It hurt him more than Zalia's trumpet had. His eyes locked on her still form and he rushed to her side. "Zalia!" He shouted, shaking her and forgoing gentleness for urgency. It wasn't until her eyes opened that he even registered her warmth and the rush or relief that passed though him.

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Crazed and Insane [ Zasher

“Yeah, but I will kill you.” She yelled over the cannon. Walking away, she stopped once and spit on his dead corpse then started on her way to find Asher.

Zalia was gasping for air as her feet stomped on the ground pulling her further down the wide hallway of the first floor. Her adrenaline was pumping hard through the course of her veins which caused the wound in her left arm to bleed even heavier. She didn't mind though, because all she could feel was the pure anger and her vehement toward Asher. He went after Az without  talking to her first, and alone of all things. Did he want out of their alliance? Was he done using her? Shaking her head, she finally saw him standing over Az's corpse, dagger in hand, and breathing heavier than Zalia was herself. She narrowed her eyes just as they made eye contact. "Is there something you need to tell me?" She called across the space that separated them. Her adrenaline was fading, and a growing and aching pain began in her left elbow, right knee, and on her left arm. She looked down at her elbow to see a bright pink and purple streaked bruise forming where Zayne got a good hit on her. Her head was spinning from the pain, but she tried her best to ignore it. She leaned on her left leg to reduce the pain in her knee, but it was no better. Sniffing, Zalia whiped her nose with the back of her hand only to find a trace of crimson blood streaked across it. She shrugged and wiped the blood off on her pant-leg. She took slower breaths to keep from fainting. 

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If You Want to Get Out Alive || Asher and Az

If I stay, it won't be long til I'm burning on the inside. If I go, I can only hope I make it to the other side. If you want to get out alive, run for your life. -Three Days Grace. (and my weak attempt to tie this to the Zayne and Zalia para.) _____________________________________________

After her mild success in using the keys and monitors to spy on and attack the girl from 12, Zalia had been reluctant to sleep. Asher was annoyed with her but, more than that, he was bored. His patience was at an all time low while his instincts demanded action and the more twisted parts of his mind begged for another kill. When Zalia finally took a break from her spywork to get a few hours of sleep, Asher sighed with both relief and exasperation. Why were they even still in this room? He told himself that he didn't care what Zalia did- it was a lie but it was also beside the point. Asher had scored as well as the most popular Career and better than the rest of them. He was one of the best tributes here and he'd always been one of the animals. It was time to remind himself of that- and prove it to the audience at home. Debating his course of action for a few minutes, Asher looked back and forth between Zalia and her damn monitors. The girl from 12 had managed to escape the ants they sent. Neither of them were happy about it, but Asher had promised to make sure the girl died later... maybe sooner rather than later, but still. It took him a few second's concentration to find the girl again. She'd left the candy store and now sat crouched against a wall in the hallway outside it. This wouldn't be a challenge. It wasn't even worth waiting for Zalia to wake up and come with him. He could have this one kill and then everything would be okay again. That settled, Asher picked up his trusty knife and pocketed a small water bottle. He wouldn't need anything else and he'd come right back anyway. Sneaking down to the first floor wasn't easy. When he heard some shouting close to the second floor Cornucopia, he was tempted to get involved but he quickly decided against it. If the Careers were turning on each other this early in the Game, he could stand to sit this one out and just look forward to facing whichever of them survived that fight. Silently making his way down the broken escalator, Asher compared the layout he could see with what he remembered from the monitors upstairs. Sure enough, there was the candy store and a little farther away, the hallway outside it led to several more stores... but where was the girl? Asher didn't see her at first but he smirked almost-resentfully when he did. Azalea Highnet had moved from her spot against the wall and had conveniently found a large potted plant to hide behind. Tempted as he was to make a sort of game out of this pursuit, Asher was in a hurry. Not bothering to announce himself, he maintained his signature smirk and walked right up to the girl, waiting to see some flash of fear or recognition on her face.

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Death's Pale Flag -| Zasher

It was well into the next day, and a reluctant Asher was sleeping soundly on the ground. Zalia, the supercilious girl she was, sat wide eyed at the computer screens. Bags collected under her eyes, and they were glued to the one screen. Where was she? Who was she? What floor was she on? There was the inevitable factor that the tribute who sat in the dim room mirrored on the screen, was a female. A young girl. Zalia could tell from the small frame of the girl's shoulders. She could be Callico, but Zalia knew she allied with Tony McKay. Tony wasn't anywhere to be seen. It could be Key-- No. It was not Key. Key was dead. Even though Zalia didn't know Key well, she still felt angry about her death.

Sighing, she moved her hand across the keyboard, accidentally hitting a key. A subtle beep sounded and all the screens seemed to melt together. A long code quickly typed across the screen, and they screens separated once more. The lights in the tribute's room rose from a dim light, to a harsh and burning bright white light. Now, Zalia could see the girl's face. "Asher." She stood and sent the rolling office chair back from her with such force, it crashed into the desk behind them. "Asher! You need to see this." Pointing at the screen, she jumped up and down. "It's the girl from twelve! It's the girl from twelve." A malicious grin was perched on her lips as she pulled the chair back to her and began furiously typing away once more.