a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
{☣}—It wasn’t unusual for intruders to find themselves in the ruins of Valhalla. Time was such a fickle thing, after all, and so many people tried to rule it, tried to tie a leash around its neck like an animal and command it.
That was when they would find themselves here. And the Guardian would do his work.
He heard the voice first, and was surprised that the first thing it said was a name. If this man expected someone to be alongside him, he would be sorely disappointed. The Vision had only called for one.
But it seemed as though ‘Dean’ could wait. The stranger undoubtedly had more pressing concerns.
Leather-clad hands formed tight fists at his side as the Guardian stepped forth from the shadows. The differences in their appearance were almost laughable. One possessed violet tresses adorned with beads and feathers, clad in armor of a shade to match with a mighty broadsword sheathed on his back. The other was much more… muted, with a simple head of chestnut locks and a casual outfit that was unlike anything worn by the people here.
[ Out of time, indeed. ]
“There is. But I am not who you seek.”
sam is really starting to get tired of this trickster. all he wants is a way to stop the apocalypse —- a short conversation with the guy, maybe, because he knows it’s in the trickster’s best interest to stop lucifer. and yeah, maybe it’s a bit far-fetched and maybe it’s a bit d e s p e r a t e , but the days are running short and they don’t really have much of a choice. he can’t even get that. instead, sam’s given a scalpel and his brother’s bared back, a steel ball in his junk, and now an abandoned street. he can’t really say he expected better, because sam has always been destined for terrible luck. still, it’d be nice to have things go his way for once - to find an ally who isn’t lying or to have his good intentions stop turning sour.
but sam is a winchester, and this is the a p o c a l y p s e , so his expectations aren’t really all that high.
he whirls around at the sound of the voice, patting down his pockets in search of a weapon. but, of course, luck has abandoned him again, and he finds nothing but dirt and spare change.
❝ —- who’s there? ❞
please, please let this guy not be trying to kill him.
sam edges his way closer to the man, brows knotting together as he takes in the purple hair and tribal thingies. what in the world? he doesn’t recognize the show, but then again, he hadn’t recognized the nutcracker or dr. sexy, either. he can only p r a y that this guy means him no harm, as he’s got no means of defense but his own bare knuckles.
There’s a brief stop in his heartbeat at the tone in Sam’s words. He can still remember when he first met him, how faithful, full of hope and excited he seemed. And the only thing Castiel could say was ‘demon blood’. After all this time, he realised how harsh that might have sounded for him, but not again.
“Yes, Sam. I am an angel. A real one.”
something like h o p e flutters in his chest, but sam catches it before its paper-thin wings can batter themselves into crumbled dust. he places his faith in what’s before him, but prayers still rattle around inside his skull, begging to be released.
this is real, he tells himself. an angel has appeared before him in flesh and blood, living testament to what sam has known all along. but that man —- the priest —- he too thought he was an angel and yet he was nothing more than a pained apparition.
❝ prove it. ❞
sam lifts his chin, folding his arms defiantly across his chest in hopes of quieting the rapid t h r u m of his heart. no expectations, he tells himself. no disappointment.
g u e s s what, dudes — it’s time for me to share some love and gratefulness for the three-hundred of you that are here putting up with me. cries. i love you all. i mean, really, it’s rare that i play another muse besides my main boy, jeremy gilbert, but you guys are making my time on here absolutely fantastic & i absolutely love being here with you guys! now, with url changes and all that jazz ; it is very possible that i forgot some people ; and if i did, trust me, i still love you - - i just sometimes suck at life. plus the urls that are bolded ; those are my babies — my besties — my everythings. they are the ones i talk to out of character and that i will never ever leave. the ones in italics are the people i stalk. seriously, i recommend you follow everyone on this list. & a major thank you to my baby, Taylor for the graphic. I love you, queen.
Merry Christmas lovelies! Normally I don’t do follow forever’s because I’m a bit of a ditz and forget people; but in the spirit of the holiday, I just wanna take the time to acknowledge some truly amazing people.
faithfultomorgana
Hannah is such a very important person to me, and I’m not sure where I would be without her. She is there for me when I’m down, and I can’t ask for a better friend; even if she lives across the ocean. Her writing is something I’ve always admired even when I used to follow her on my previous blogs, and I’m so utterly stunned that she saw something in me that she liked. That she saw me and liked my writing, that she wanted to write with me. That she wanted to get to know me ooc, and that we’ve become such tight friends —- because I don’t know how to get through the day without talking to her. I can’t function unless I’ve had my daily does of Hannah that include all of but not limited to: plotting, smut, porn, babies, poems, youtube videos, puppies, kittens, pain, laughter, and food. I really am so very blessed to know her and can’t imagine my life without her in it.
iprefertotext
Obviously I’m slightly biased when it comes to Bryanna, but that doesn’t change that fact that my little pumpkin here it the absolute best. I’ve known her since 2nd grade, and if I think too much or hard on who she is and what she’d done for me in my life I will start to cry. The only person who ever talked to me when I was younger, and wanted to be friends —- she was my first. I’m so very grateful for her and sitting next to her all those years ago. Glad that we could stay friends throughout the years —- and stay that way despite me moving away from her. She means more to me then words could ever express and if she were a man I would have her babies.
Despite her being a wonderful person and a fantastic friend who is always there for me; her writing is beautiful. I’m glad I could force her into the rp community because I think it’s helped us keep in contact since we don’t see each other everyday. She is seriously my best friend in every single way, and I’m so grateful for her and blessed beyond belief.
xabomination
I haven’t had the pleasure of knowing them very long —- but of what I do know of them is that they are a wonderful person. Truly an amazing Sam that I’m glad I’ve gotten to know; and an even more amazing mun who is such a sweetheart. Skype tends to hate us both (so it never sends our messages which makes it hard to have conversations) but even despite that I can tell they are awesome. She accepts the pain I have to offer her, and in return she showers me with fluff; I can’t ask for a better partner and I’m very glad I get to rp with them on a daily basis because they are really truly so amazing.
thedarknesstohislight
Momma is such an utterly lovely Morgana and woman and I just want to sit in her pocket all day long while she goes about her daily business. She is sweet and kind, and a wonderful writer that I just sit here and asdfghjkl;. We share the same tastes in movies and bask in the beautiful glow of pain and angst together. Even though she asks for fluff and short one-liners —- and I give her the complete opposite —- I don’t think she minds very much. My Dean is so in live with Ana you could barf over it, and their relationship gives me so many feelings I seriously can not. Even ooc I can not because Momma is just in general a wonderful person to be around. Sweet and precious and I just want to lick her face.
schonenherbst
I’m not even sure what words to use here, because sometimes my words don’t do justice to anything I actually want to say. But Autumn’s one of the best OC’s I’ve ever had the pleasure of interacting with. I’ll be honest and say Dean was attracted to her at first because let’s be real, Deborah Ann Woll is fucking gorgeous. But her characterization is great and her writing is so beautiful! An I’m really glad I got the chance to know her and a chance to test out her and Dean’s relationship, because there is so much still to explore.
Now, this is strange. Meg would expect a more informal response — an eye roll, a sigh or even a disgruntled comment — nope, none of the listed. In fact, the younger of the Winchester’s reaction was that of unfamiliarity.
“I don’t know, do you?”
A teasing wiggle of brows followed, the demon taking just one step closer to the hunter; yep, that was definitely him — younger and unfamiliar, but definitely the same tall, plaid-clad guy.
"Try to think back a little. We’ve met before; different clothing style, same black eyes.”
whoever this is, she’s definitely got an a t t i t u d e on her. something stirs in sam’s memory, but he can’t quite reach it. there’s something familiar about her, the way she speaks, the way she teases. his brow furrows, holding his ground as she steps closer. oh.
❝ meg! ❞
he spits her name like venom, instantly on the defensive. sam takes a step back, hand brushing his knife through the thick green material of his jacket.
