part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[fruited_plain]

[He won't have to wait much longer.]

'S ok.

[Man Liechtenstein is gonna be disappointed. She opens her mouth to say as much but all that comes out is a gurgle. She gags and clenches his hand tight in hers and gulps for air, struggling to keep going but nothing comes but more blood. Her chest is pounding, faltering, skipping.]

[Another painful spasm wracks her body and her vision swims as she drowns on her own blood. All she can feel and think is pain and struggling and no she has to keep going because who's going to save them all now?! But no air's coming, her body's giving out. There's nothing else she can do.]

[She stops fighting it and looks up at him. It's not her England, it's all wrong, but it's comforting.]

[Her vision dims, and she lets go.]

[unionjackingit]

[ He can feel it against his hand. Her heart pumping out blood from her body, skipping and slowing, her breathing shallow. He stares at her, doing his best to give a comforting smile but failing miserably. ]

It's okay...

[ It's a whisper, but by the time he's said it her eyes are vacant and there's no harsh breathing against his hand anymore. Gone. ]

America?

[ He swallows, taking his hand away from her. God, fuck. He really screwed up here. After a moment, he closes her eyes for her, sitting next to her body for another minute before finally rising to his feet. He picks up the gun she'd dropped, and her bag, and makes his way toward the door, looking back at her body one last time. ]

I'll see you soon.

[ He turns and walks away. ]

[br_undertaker]

[the theatre is on fire by the time he arrives, but there is no way he'll leave a body behind if he can help it]

[finds her and gently lifts her up]

That was kind of sad... I'm sure as a hero you wanted to die in battle, right? But you know, maybe this was a kinder death.

[disappears with her before the ceiling can collapse on them or something]