freak with a knife collection.

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

" you should see the other guy, "

✶ ━ the quiet jingle of bells above the roadhouse door announced someone's entrance, putting a pause to dean's festivities ( slamming shots of hot whiskey at the bartop while awaiting sam's return from wherever he was off to, ) and his most recent shot glass was dropped to the counter with a clink. it wasn't too frequent that they had time to pitstop here along the way of where their jobs were taking them, and the time spent was cherished. it felt as though it were one of the last slivers of a normal life he could grasp onto, some semblance of a family without their parents. more of a home than lawrence ever could have felt to him, at least. someone slid themself up onto the stool beside him, and his demeanor relaxed at that. jo.

it was only a moment of comfort before eyebrows raised at her in concern. he knew she could handle herself in any situation, god only knows she didn't need any help or want it, even. it was one of the traits he'd admired the most in the harvelle family line, even if it had started with a rifle pressed to his back once upon a time. that didn't prevent a pang of worry at the sight of a split in the blonde's eyebrow, crusted blood resting around on the skin around it. looked like she caught a right hook or lost a fight with something she'd ran into.

dean pursed his lips, the stinging from the alcohol still present in his throat and requiring a cough before he'd be able to speak normally. when he did, there was a light air of playful curiosity in his words.

the pain from the gash on her lip since subdued to a dull throb, a constant reminder of the hunt rather than allow her the ability to relish completely in the victory. regardless of the bruises that now likely littered her frame beneath the layers of hunters clothings. some of the faces in the bar she recognized as regulars, others likely tourists stopping for a place to drink, until her gaze lands on a familiar figure that hovered near the bar counter. as if she can't fight against it, there's a barely there proud simper that curls forth on her brims when the two of them level a gaze with one another, playing the same song and dance that they have done before.

she flags a hand to her brother, who looks seldom to see her but relieved nonetheless, and brings around two glasses of warm ember whiskey, the kind that she's sure that dean would appreciate. if they were his. she takes the first glass and knocks it back within one gulp, feeling the warmth of the alcohol run down her throat and settle in her stomach. she would have offered the next glass to him, but instead, she knocks it back like she did the first. she's not used to the warmth and the grittiness of whiskey yet, but it still was welcomed to soothe post-hunt nerves.

That stretch of wooded road should have been peaceful. A quiet run between two towns, with nothing but the sound of nature and the car itself to keep Jo company. But somewhere down the line, a hush fell over the forest. Like the landscape was holding its breath.

On the horizon, a pinprick of light could be seen through the driver's side window. It swelled like a comet, a burning blazing gold, and for a moment? It looked like the universe might have said fuck Jo in particular, because an entire damn METEOR was heading straight for her car. Changed its mind at the last second, because it streaked high overhead, and carved a thunderous path of broken trees through the woods beyond the road.

instincts kick in faster than her thoughts, moving behind her car so that the metal frame can offer a sliver of protection against whatever it is that was hurdling towards her, feeling the ground quake beneath her boots with the resounding promise of destruction, cracked trees falling out of the way like they were making a path for the crater. when the smoke dissipated, jo moved to find the source of the star that fell. she's shocked when she recognizes the raven hair that 'dons the angel's head, his trenchcoat covered with burn singes everywhere, and fear lurches her forward into a steady gait, picking up in speed when she continues to make out more and more of the angel that she recognizes.

"family is the most important thing. you always look out for your family. even when they piss you off, and trust me, they will. because family is all we got. get rid of that, then.. what's left?"

darknesshunted ( noun ): independent blog for the original character calliope mcintyre from the cw show supernatural. heavily connected to @benbraeden & @rottenache. PERSONALS & MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. penned by ceejay.

❝ i'll always protect you. ❞

❝ i never meant to get this close, but now that i have i can't let you go. ❞

❝ i live for the moments when you look at me. the rest of the time i'm just existing. ❞

❝ i don't like how you make me feel. but i like not being around you even less. ❞

❝ i wish you wouldn't look at me like that. when you look at me like that i...it makes me wanna do things i shouldn't ❞

❝ there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that? ❞

❝ i did this for you. no one else. ❞

❝ i don't like it, but i'll do it for you. ❞

❝ i wonder how much of myself i'll have to give to you—how much i have to lay bare—before you realize how much you're taking. ❞

❝ i'm not trying to fix you. i'm just trying to be your friend. ❞

❝ i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, i'm there. i owe you one. ❞

❝ i've seen you at your worst and i'm still standing here. ❞

❝ you've seen me at my worst but you're still here... ❞

❝ you can be mad at me, i can take it. i'd rather you be angry than shut me out. ❞

❝ i'm not angry, i'm just scared. ❞

❝ i know you love me, but do you like me? ❞

❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞

❝ do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? of course i'm helping you. ❞

❝ tell me what i can do to show you how i love you. i will give you anything you ask for. ❞

❝ you don't have to keep apologizing. just be here. day in and day out and prove that you're gonna keep showing up. that's all you have to do. ❞

❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞

❝ i don't want an apology i just want to understand. ❞

❝ i could actually use a hug right now. ❞

❝ i want everyone else to go away, but you can stay. ❞

❝ i actually do care what you think about. you're probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me. ❞

❝ you always seem to know what i need. ❞

❝ you always seem to know just what i need to hear. ❞

❝ i want you to call me when you need someone. i want to be here for you. ❞

❝ you're the one i wanna call when i need someone. ❞