Remember MeTitle: Remember MeMore Like This
Prompt: Imagine your OTP at a very old age. Person A has Alzheimer’s and lives in a retirement home. Person B comes to visit them every day and tries to make them remember the life they had together, but person A doesn’t remember until just before their death, when they look up at person B, smile, and say “I love you,” before passing on.
He loved him, with every fibre of his being.
Maybe that's why it always hurt so much.
It'd be the same every day, every week for the past year at least. Time had stopped having meaning. He'd enter the retirement home, trying to avoid looking at the other residents, the residents that always looked like a slight breeze could knock them over. He'd follow the Nurse, listening to her instructions on what to say, on what to do. He'd stopped paying real attention months ago, it never made any difference.
He'd step into his room, eyeing all of the medical equipment around the walls of the room before l
Sniper's Furry Curse 1 "So ye think that me mother's a fake, boyo?"More Like This
Sniper rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. Demoman sat across from him and was glaring at him as well as he could with his one eye. He was gripping some old pagan looking book in his hands and rage radiated from his very soul.
"I didn't say that, mate," he said. "I just said that it's all a bit of shonky business, is all. Really, magic? How old are you again?"
Demoman leapt up and kicked his chair aside in anger.
"I'll have ye know tha' me mother is th' best at her art. Th' very same art runs through me veins, an' I'm no' afraid ta be using it on ye!" Demoman waved the book in a threatening manner, but Sniper just yawned.
"Sure thing, mate. Do ya need ta go get your wand too?" He stifled a chuckle and took another sip of coffee. He should have been paying attention to Demoman.
If he had he would have seen Demoman raise that chair at him.
Sniper woke up with a throbbing headache