Our muses are destined to meet and fall in love when one is bleeding near to death
It was an honest mistake. The wrong place at the wrong time.
"Why can't you understand? You're being a jackass tonight!" Her voice was rough and angry, dangerously close to yelling at him.
"Because you're being a child, Arielle. Wake up, suck it up. Life is rough, get over it." He was annoyed at this topic again, how did they get here?
"I am--" "Throwing yourself at men, also known as whoring your self out, and drinking until you pass out isn't dealing with it."
She threw something at him, probably the beer bottle she had been drinking from when she got angry.
"Maybe if you just looked and tried to understand why! And see what is right in front of you, what I'm feeling, and about you." She was yelling now, and Lars just spoke on instinct not on feeling.
"I understand that you're an idiot now."
He regretted those words the moment they left his mouth. She just stared at him, the hurt evident on her face for a moment before she covered it up with anger, and just turned away from him and ran out of his house, and just started walking.
He let her go, let her calm down. She would come back, or he'd go find her in a reasonable amount of time to cool down. Lars was mostly angry at himself, he knew why the little word of idiot had hurt her so much. After years of hearing it from other people, he had not once called her an idiot ever. No one had probably said it as seriously as he had either.
The Dutchman sat down, running his hands through his hair, because he had really messed this one up. He didn't have many friends, now he had potentially ruined stuff with his best friend of all.
God damn it Lars.
Hours had passed, and he hadn't heard from her except for one call he missed, with a panicked voice mail he couldn't understand because she was speaking in Danish, and quickly at that. But he did understand she sounded pained, or scared.
Those weren't two things he would normally associate with Arielle Jensen, and his gut was telling him something was seriously wrong. Hr tried calling, texting, leaving messages, but nothing was ever answered. Maybe she was just still mad, maybe that was it.
>>Don't freak out Lars, she's fine<<
He was searching downtown now, knowing she would have gone to a bar. He knew her, that is where she would be. The tall man searched for her in her favorite bar first, only to find she wasn't there. This concerned him a little bit, but he had to just keep reminding himself there were so many other bars around here.
He thought more about the fight, and remembered something she had said, that puzzled him just a bit.
"What I'm feeling, and about you."
What did she-
Oh. Thinking about it now, he understood what she meant. Was he really just that dense about it before?
Maybe it was because he had been in denial about feeling that way about the Dane. He thought she was still so hung up on that one douche bag...but apparently..
He felt even worse now, and felt a bigger need to find Ariel. He did something he wouldn't normally do, and asked people on the street if they had seen her, and described her. It took a while before someone finally pointed him the right direction, and he walked for a while, before he heard the unmistakable sounds of crying and Danish.
They were coming from an ally right by them and he started calling out her name, trying to see in the dark. Finally he found the woman, laying propped up against the wall.
She was bleeding, he could see the crimson color all over her white shirt. "Ariel!" He was quick to kneel down by her, quickly taking off his scarf and locating her found, and pressed the balled up fabric against what looked to be a bullet wound.
"Ariel what happened? Don't worry, You'll be alright, I've got you. I'll call someone, but what happened?" He was worried, and still panicking. Shaking a bit as he pulled out his phone to call the emergency number, watching her.
"Don't...No use.." Her voice was horse as she spoke, looking over at him with nothing but pain on her face. "Drive by shooting...I was smoking here and..and no one saw me so..God, Lars I..I'm.."
He could still her the fright in her voice, but knew it wasn't from what had happened. She was scared of dying, which was happening.
He still called for help, but hung up after a vague location to focus on the girl he pulled over to hold her, moving her carefully so he could hold her and still keep pressure on the wound. "I swear I'll find them...You're okay, don't you fucking--Did you mean it? Feelings for me?" He wanted to get it out before she went. He knew she was going, she had lost so much blood already and was probably barely conscious already.
Ariel gave a weak nod, weakly trying to hold onto his shirt.
"Ariel stay with me, come on..stay here with me right now. Don't go, I need you here Ariel, please don't.."
When did he ever cry? Never. Why did he feel wetness on his cheeks? And he saw tears on her face too, and noticed she was trying really hard to maintain conscious right now. Her voice came out weak and quiet, but he heard it. "I love you Lars." He felt more tears going down on his face even faster. God damn it, why hadn't he seen before? All those times she 'jokingly' kissed him. Done all the stuff for him, took care of him when he was sick and his sister wasn't there. Why she was always with him, and was so touchy.
It was so obvious but he over saw it with his own denial over feelings for her.
He was the idiot.
"Ariel I'm so sorry about the fight, don't..don't remem--"
"It's okay, sh. Hey..." She was really struggling now, but he kept listening, and holding her. "Isn't it..funny how when ya are dead, people start listening?"
That broke his heart, he knew what she meant. He saw her eyes close, and got scared. He wasn't ready for her to go, he really wasn't.
He spoke fast, and finally heard sirens coming up.
"Ariel, Ariel, I love you too."
She didn't respond. Lars was all out crying now, so scared about losing her. He felt for a pulse.
There was none.
Lars just held onto her--her body, and cried until the medics came by, and only finding they had to call the morgue.
He couldn't help but blame himself. If he hadn't been..been such an idiot, she wouldn't have been out here.
Lars Janssen really hated himself for this, and for not realizing his love faster.
#48 Our muses are destined to meet when one has to help the other with their nosebleed.
It was a family vacation to the Netherlands and, as usual, Alfred had taken up the habit of messing around trying to draw attention to himself. A bored Alfred was never a good thing to have after all. His latest tactic was elbowing Matthew in an attempt to cause the Canadian to strike back. It was failing though because Matthew Was. Not. going to fall for it… Nope… Alfred would just have to…ohgoDDAMN IT AL THAT ONE REALLY HURT. Alfred had nailed him right in the nose.
Tilting his head back, Matthew quietly excused himself and tried to find the nearest mens room while Arthur started lecturing Alfred about how ‘impolite that was’ and how he ‘owed his poor brother an apology when he returned’. Serves him right.
Reaching the restroom with little incident, Matthew grabbed some toilet paper and went to work trying to get his nose to stop bleeding. "Need a hand?" a voice said from behind him. Surprised, Matthew whirled around and came face to face with a tall spiky blond haired man wearing a scarf and looking at him with concern…
