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ju.nkrat ( overw.atch ) : // inconspiiicuous. michael m.yers ( halloween ) : // evilwiithin. dwight fai.rfield ( dead by da.ylight ) : // ncrvousleader. connor / rk.800 ( de.troit: be.come human ) : // deviiancy. n.athan dr.ake ( unc.harted ) : // thiefslegend. d.ean win.chester ( sup.ernatural ) : // you are HERE. neg.an ( the wa.lking d.ead ) : // cynicalmotive.

oh, how INTOXICATING she could be. crimson painted nails drag lines down his chest as words of a gift is spoken next to his ear, and he can’t help the SMIRK that curls upon pallid brims------ she was too kind to him sometimes. he’s used to demons being DRAGGED to his attention ( for one reason or another, it didn’t matter ), but angels.. truly they were something to stir up a sick sense of joy in the winchester. oh how far they’d have FALLEN ( literally ) to have ended up in the depths of their domain. hell was a cruel place for demons --- one could only imagine how it was for celestials. ❝ oh ? ❞ feigned surprise in his tone, eyebrows raise in mock question. ❝ might i ask how ? ❞ a question not meant for its literal sense, but rather in the sense of what had it done to capture HER attention to make her bring it here?