Morgenstern

The witch had clearly been crying. It had been a while before she’d even messaged him, sure, but her eyes were swolen and puffy, and tear trails were still drying on her cheeks. The woman was a furious, conflicted mess. Upon turning to see the angel, the first thing she did was raise a hand, smacking him clear across the face. Abby had always been slightly fearful of hitting him, but this time she felt it necessary. And it was truly beneficial, in fact; after striking him, her temper was automatically beginning to settle, and she dropped the hand to her side, moving close until she could wrap her arms around him in an embrace, grip tight—needy.

Because she hadn’t lied—she did need him. She wanted him there—wanted him around. She wanted him within holding reach, like she had right now. She wanted him. Abby’s hug loosened a bit the witch taking a shaky deep breath, sniffling. “…No one deserves t’be alone.” She mumbled, grip tightening again. “No one.” And she meant it. Abigail, after what seemed like ages, let Lucifer go, a bitterly endearing expression crossing her features. “So don’t’chu ever t’ink fer a second dat I’ll jus’ leave yuh behind. Don’t ever t’ink like dat.”

He didn't move, did't stop her when she lifted her hand and accepted her anger without a word. It did sting slightly where her hand had hit, but he didn't mind. She seemed to calm down after, feel a bit better. Though, he still didn't really understand what he had done so wrong. Only slowly his arms wrapper around her too, gently but maybe a bit awkwardly brush over her back to calm her down. He had no idea how to comfort people... without wanting to get a deal out of it. How to care for someone in all honesty, he had forgotten.

He looked at her when she let go again, into those beautiful green eyes of hers. Slowly he leaned towards her, kissing just slightly above her eyes on her eyelids. "Lösch mir die Augen aus: ich kann dich sehn," he whispered before moving towards her ear, kissing them too. "wirf mir die Ohren zu: ich kann dich hören," he whispered into it. stepping a bit closer again, until their toes touched. "und ohne Füße kann ich zu dir gehn," still gently whispering in the foreign language, in a sweet rhythm close to a song. Again he moved, this time gently kissing her lips. "und ohne Mund noch kann ich dich beschwören." Carefully his hands brushed down her arms while again starting to whisper: "Brich mir die Arme ab, ich fasse dich" his hands stopped when they were at her hands, taking a hold of them both and lifting one to place it against his chest where his heart was hidden below. "...mit meinem Herzen wie mit einer Hand," he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. "halt mir das Herz zu, und mein Hirn wird schlagen," he let go of her hand, gently wrapping his arms once more around her, pulling her close again. "und wirfst du in mein Hirn den Brand, so werd ich dich auf meinem Blute tragen." With that he stopped talking, moving, closing his eyes. She might not understand the words, and he was glad about it. He had chosen to use a language she didn't know after all, but it felt good that he had said it. "Now my stupid witch. Tell me what upsets you so?"

#ic #sceleratur

She stared at the phone for a long moment. That moment became a few minutes, the longest Abby’d been through in quite some time. Hesitant, her fingers finally brushed over the keypad, typing.

To: Porteur de Lumière Subject: None Message: Come over

To: Porteur de Lumière Subject: None Message: Now please

[ Slight hesitation, fingers hover over ‘SEND’ on the final message ]

To: Porteur de Lumière Subject: None Message: I need you

Lucifer stared at the human device in his hands. This was... dangerous. Very. His feelings already acted up so much the few last weeks. And right now he couldn't tell what they did when his eyes flew again and again over the words of the last message. //I need you// only three words, but three words that filled him with fear and happiness and nervousness and all those hated feelings at once. And at the same time.. he didn't want to miss them. Not one feeling that silly witch awoke in him. But... did he want her to know? No... not when he didn't really know himself if what he felt was.. real. Or if she was feeling the same, or... human's feelings tend to be short lived What if she just had some crush and would forget again? What if he admired his powers, not him.

What, what, what?

But sadly time didn't stop for him, and he didn't want to let her wait. She needed him. Him!

So he got up, with a snap of his fingers changed into one of his more casual outfits, took a deep breath and with another snap was only a few steps away from Abby.

"See? Just need to call for me and I shall come.."

#ic #sceleratur

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To: Porteur de Lumièr

Subject: None Message: Of course you wouldn’t

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Why would you know

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: You wouldn’t exactly be father of the year

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: And I’ll be bitchy as long as I want!

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I’ll be bitchy until my soul is shattered, and I cease to exist!

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I’ll always be the bitch that hates everything and everyone, crying about how life isn’t fair, and how I should be dead, and blah blah fucking blah!

[ Stops texting for a moment, reading and rereading his last message ]

[ … ]

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Do you WANT to be out of my life?

#ic #texts #sceleratur #//holds breath

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: If I had children with someone I actually lov knew I would try my best

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: What probably wouldn't be good enough

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Because nothing i ever do is.

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Oh Shut UP!

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Do you think I'd still hang around you if you were really such a whiny bore?

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: I do not. And that is me being honest.

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: But I have enough of running after everyone, trying to prove myself worth to be not alone.

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Michael, Father, Death, my other siblings.. you..

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Tell em to leave and I will.. but it isn't my preferred outcome.

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: STUPID WITCH

To: Porteur de Lumièr

Subject: None Message: Why would you even care if you /did/ do anything wrong?

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: And don’t call /me/ stupid

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I’m not the one with illegitimate, ill-deserved children

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: So take your food

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: And GO AWAY

#ic #text #SatanicCupcakes #omg no #sob #do not go there #nope #sobsob #sceleratur

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: I do not know of any children.

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Would you please stop with your bitch fit and explain me what is wrong?

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: And you know I care for you, that is why I do not want you do anything wrong

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Stupid bitchy witch I love...

[Deleted after nearly throwing the phone against a wall]

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: I am already away, you still seem not to find that enough.

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Want me to disappear out of your life?

//thinks about deleting 90% of all posts in her blog

//mhm

To: Porteur de Lumièr

Subject: None Message: Forget it

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Just fucking forget it

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I’m just fucking through

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Go back to sleep

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Or whatever the fuck you were doing

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I’m tired of this

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I’m going to bed for a fucking week

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: What the hell did I do wrong?

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: Don't be that way you stupid witch

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: How about instead I come over and make you pancakes?

[Sending Gif]

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: I am actually a good cook.

#ic #texts #sceleratur

#my bbies #;-;#sataniccupcakes

D R U M M I N G - S O N G

I ran to a tower where the church bells chime I hoped that they would clear my mind They left a ringing in my ear But that drum’s still beating loud and clear Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell As I move my feet towards your body I can hear it speak it fills my head up And gets louder and louder It fills my head up and gets louder and louder I run to the river and dive straight in I pray that the water will drown out the din But as the water fills my mouth It couldn’t wash the echoes out But as the water fills my mouth It couldn’t wash the echoes out I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole Till there’s nothing left inside my soul As empty as that beating drum But the sound has just begun

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To: Porteur de Lumièr

Subject: None Message: I am going to kill you

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: And then I’ll bring you back so I can kill you again

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I am just sincerely going to kill you

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I hate you

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To: Witchy Subject: None Message: I don't understand?

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I do not know of any children.

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: And since I was released of the cage I had not much intercourse..

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I had other things in my mind

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: So the children should be either centuries old, before I was locked away.

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Or grand-grand-grand-grand children...

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: So mind explaining me why it matters RIGHT NOW?

#ic #sceleratur

Okay Guys... [IMPORTANT

..So this is rather important I think... But I think I will redo this Blog in amy parts, and reset some things.

Right now Lucifer only has romantic feelings for Abby. Actually he loves her and as weird as it is somewhere deep down he wants to change for her sgdvfsdf

So that is kinda my main evrse and with that rather loud.

So all other verses are on hold. Michael is still, and will always be his first love. But everything that happened after the fall.. he doesn't feel like being the only one trying to patch things up anymore. Especially when the Verse with Abby is kinda influencing everything.

So if you want to unfollow me for that I understand ;v;

If you want to plot though and gradually build a relationship, maybe even starting a pre-fall rp and then up today I am up for that!

I just... OTP feels... I do not want to disappoint anyone, but never rping and hiding helps no one SOB

So beside SatanicCupcakes I would like to keep: Deathifer(if that ever happens) some Michifer(but most need to be redone, cause like I said while my muse wants to be mainly with Abby now it is hard to let him run after most of his Michaels ID) and well Godiver/Lucifer ((If my beloved ever replies)) sob

I AM SO SORRY SOB

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Let’s talk about kids

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: And how you apparently have them

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: Because just know that when we’re done talking

To: Porteur de Lumièr Subject: None Message: I am going to beat the fuck out of you

#ic #sceleratur #sorry every one Lucifer only wants to come out for his witchy at the moment #sob

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: What?

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: You wake me up for this?

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: You could call the whole demon race my children..

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: No blood relation though.

To: Witchy Subject: None Message: ...Maybe I fathered some by mistake?

There was shock, shivers running down the witch’s spine at the feeling of lips upon her neck. Her face heated up, heartbeat rapid as she registered that he’d heard—that he knew. However, after a moment, she eased leaning against the other, a weak smile twitching at her lips. “…Yeah, dat’s me.” She mumbled, tone slightly bitter. “I was always de one makin’ stupid decisions in de family.” Abigail let out a heavy sigh, biting her lower lip. There really was no turning back, now, was there? Her emotions had finally caught up with her.

And she was afraid this was going to be Hell.

"Forgot who you are talking tho?" the devil asked his chin resting on her shoulder while glancing at her profile. "Bad decisions and black sheep of the family are my trade mark.." he chuckled slightly, like it all simply amused him. But the way he continued to hold her against him seemed to not fit the tone of his voice. It was actually, truly gentle. A bit like the hug his young self had given her. Hands folded over her stomach, breathing in her fragrance and closing his eyes. Not even interested in seducing her right now.

#ic #sataniccupcakes

appletopps

Guy Bee: "Kevin was definitely snatched"

Well shit, Crowley actually DID kidnap Kevin, contrary to what we’ve been hypothesizing.

Director Guy Bee pretty much confirmed in this interview (start at 39:40) that Crowley snatched Kevin. Makes sense when he explains it by highlighting how much they tried to establish that Kevin was so scared and didn’t want to leave the safety of the houseboat by lighting up candles, making a safe-closet inside a safe-boat, etc.

Interview:http://www.blogtalkradio.com/mediablvd/2013/04/04/winchester-radio-superaturals-taxi-driver-w-guy-bee

He also said that Crowley restored the windows on his twitter account:

Kevin may have been hallucinating before (and still a little off-his-rocker), and Crowley may not have known where he was before, but at the end of the episode, Crowley still found him, hallucinations or no hallucinations.

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Uhm I think in a few official twitters and interviews it was made official that Crowley took Kevin and simply recreated the windows after again.

Yeap~ and yup Crowley is a giant asshole who possibly would do all that and more, I feel people excuse villains in this show too much uvu

She didn’t want to think about it—about him. She’d said her piece on what the fallen angel meant to her, but clearly that hadn’t been enough. No, they wanted to force that word from her. That word which she had not used in her century and a half of living since the days she spent with one Samuel Jackson Jones. And that was how she wanted to keep it. They wanted only ‘yes’ or ‘no’? That was all they were going to get.

But the woman took her sweet time in mulling the thought over—did she love him? In a way, maybe, but he hadn’t exactly earned the words—and neither had these strangers. Not to mention there was a deep-seated hatred for him burning in her bones, as well. So whatever entitlement they thought they had to an answer was not flying easy and breezy with Abigail, the witch taking a deep breath, reading her answer.

He was a mystery, really, that Abby wasn’t truly keen on trying to figure out. Too many ill feelings were within her, and she felt she knew for a fact that he would never care for her in return… so what was the point? And then there were her Sam’s. The man who she held closest to her heart, and the man who made her feel like she was home. She had others that could reciprocate those feelings without any strings—others that would be better for her. She didn’t need the Devil, and he most certainly didn’t need her. But all this didn’t stop the one quiet little word that passed her lips.

“…Yes.”