âwhy havenât you been more active?â
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noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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occasionally subtle

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art blog(derogatory)
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@stardvstdaughter
âwhy havenât you been more active?â

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@shinyblackchevroletâ:
â iâm just floating in this ocean of nothing and i wonder if this is it , this is what death is . â
Every hunter had their own way of coping with a loss, hell, even with repeated losses. Sometimes all you got out with was your life and the knowledge that a bad thing had lost its chance to hurt anyone else. Even so, all that silver lining crap that seemed so sane from a distance rarely held up when push came to shove. Â
When they lost people, when it was close enough and hit hard enough to bleed, Claire went running. And, sometimes, Im drank.
Now that they were back in the room and more-or-less burnt out, it should have been over.  Claire, for one, had fallen into bed without bothering to shower after Im was safely inside and the door was locked and bolted. Another couple minutes and she would have been dead to the world until dawn, but her friend spoke up before that, words slightly slurred but clearly audible and bare in a way that immediately planted a wedge of unease in Claireâs weary mind. Â
It was like seeing her naked, like breaking the lock on a diary and seeing something horribly personal on the pages. More significantly, it was a weight a sober Im would have gone to hell and back before revealing to the girl she loved and cared for as if she were her own. Â
With arms and legs seemingly shackled with lead weights, the blonde pushed herself up to sit on the corner of Imâs hotel bed. Her hand settled gently on the older womanâs forehead as if she were feeling for a fever, chilled fingers brushing back Imâs bangs before she leaned down to touch a chaste kiss to the exposed skin. Â
"Hey,â she tried to affect softness through her exhaustion, to give back just a fraction of what Im or her own mother would have offered if their places were switched.  âItâll look better in the morning, mâkay?â Â
It took no great effort to sink into bed beside Im, head resting on a strong shoulder that had been offered for comfort more times than she could ever hope to count. She breathed deep there despite the mingling smell of alcohol on Im and sweat lingering in her own unwashed hair and when she spoke it was as much in prayer as in promise. Â
âItâll get better than this. I know it will.â
@battlesthatmatter:
â  the  world  out  there  has  teeth  and  it  is  hungry  and  it  is  stupid  and  it eats  and  eats  mindlessly .  â
Their pace was slow, steps metered out in the lagging succession of those to whom direction came as an afterthought, if thought of it came about at all. Exhaustion had long since numbed Claireâs awareness, the edges of the waking worldâs truths blurred like smudged pencil lines in this stinging darkness. The words, coming from one the world viewed with such admiration and optimism and hope, rang through in her hearing without reflection or opinion. After a couple days in the trenches, there was little else to say about the usual tragedies aside from âhuh.âÂ
The steady ache that had long since settled behind her eyes pulsed absently, marking increments of hours in the cold, timeless place that was a 3AM city street.
"It used to hurt more, I guess...â The aftertaste of the sugars sheâd stirred into her last coffee cloyed her tongue like spoiled fruit, a draw of the crisp night air offering a reprieve she was too weary to enjoy.  ââWhen I thought all that pain had to mean something.  âEverything happens for a reasonâ and all that.â A weak shrug formed under her jacket, hands not shifting from the refuge of her pockets.
âI guess itâs the simplest things that are supposed to be true, right? That none of it is as personal as we think. More shit hitting a fan than a goal and a gun.âÂ
(  *  & .  â  THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE SENTENCE STARTERS
*  warning  :  may contain spoilers for episodes one through ten .
â if you were me , you wouldnât be such a fucking asshole . â
â the world out there has teeth and it is hungry and it is stupid and it eats and eats mindlessly . â
â you listen to your gut . even if it makes them hate you . â
â i am a dream and so are you and so are we . â
â you are a looker , arenât you ? â
â honey , someoneâs in the house . â
â iâm dreaming , right ? â
â i just need a little time away . itâs nothing more than that . â
â youâre saying it was an accident , so you accidentally put your hand through a mirror ? â
â iâm scared . thatâs all i am . there is nothing else .  iâm only scared . â
â do you think thereâs something wrong with me ? like , really wrong ? â
â itâs alright , sugar . itâs just a dream â just a screaming meemie . â
â we yield to it or we fight it , but we cannot meet it halfway . â
â i seldom am well behaved . â
â i enjoyed the conversation , but iâm gonna say goodnight . â
â did you just punch me in the boob ? â
â just enjoy me .  iâm loving you . â
â i wouldnât have changed a thing . i need you to know that . â
â forgiveness is warm like a tear on a cheek . â
â i loved you completely and you loved me the same . â
â thatâs all . the rest is confetti . â
â forgive a girl for being lonely . â
â thereâs nothing sadder than a cold bed . â
â journeyâs end when lovers meet . â
â journeys donât end , not if you love someone . they donât end at all . â
â probably best you didnât say anything to them . â
â iâm asking you to love me hard for the next few minutes . â
â iâm gonna jump and iâm asking you to hold my hand while iâm falling . â
â i have something that i have to tell you ,  but i need you to remember when i do that i love you . â
â i wish i wouldâve loved you better . â
â pandas donât like macaroni . â
â iâm just floating in this ocean of nothing and i wonder if this is it , this is what death is . â
â i wonder if this is what death is , just out there in the darkness , just darkness and numbness and alone . â
â i wondered if thatâs what they felt , just numb and nothing and alone . â
â he was a light in the darkness . he was a life preserver in the ocean . â Â
â i reached for him because i had to feel something . i had to feel anything . â
â god , iâm so glad i did it though . thank god it worked . â
â i felt scared . so fucking scared . â
â honestly i had to do it because it felt better than feeling nothing . â
â that thorough fucking shame was so much better than that horrible empty feeling . â
â you have to live . â
â i donât â i donât know how to do this without you . â
â i learned a secret : there is no without . i am not gone . i am scattered into so many pieces , sprinkled on your life like new snow . â
â when we die , we turn into stories and every time someone tells one of those stories itâs like weâre still here . â
â weâre all stories in the end . â
â youâre supposed to protect me , but you say the meanest things to me when i try to tell you things . â
â that was really wild stuff . â
â that was really wild stuff considering you were asleep for , what , likeâŚÂ ninety-nine percent of it ? â
â iâm sorry . i should have made more of an effort with you . â
â you tried the best that you could . i shouldâve met you halfway . â
â people fuck up . i guess you donât get that â you really donât get it until you fuck up . really fuck up . â
â i feltâŚÂ nothing . just nothing . and it spread everywhere in me , this nothing , until i couldnât feel anything anymore . i was just this dark , empty black hole .  â
â i felt nothing and so i drank and i drank and nothing worked . i couldnât feel anything . â
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vampire smile//kyla la grange
computer death hiatus
[ My laptop has seemingly bit the big one, so Iâll be confined to mobile until at least late October. Apologies to those I owe! ]
@battlesthatmatter:
Starter Summons // @stardvstdaughter
He recognized her from somewhere. Some bell was ringing in the back of his mind as he tried to recall where he had seen her face before. The ring continued on but he couldnât quite put his finger on it, not yet anyway. Rogers shifted where he stood, moved closer in hopes that a better view might jog his memory a bit more. Something else caught his attention though; the fact that she was picking a lock earned a small sigh from him. His own curiosity had to be put on the back burner for now as he drew closer. Hand smacked loudly upon the door she was working on as he stared down at her.
âSo, whatâs going on here, hm?â Where had he seen her face before? Brows knit closer together as he tried to hear that ringing bell once more.Â
To be fair, sheâd been working off a side door, blocked from the view beyond the alley by a dumpster that had seen more knife fights than the counselor at a camp for troubled teens; a place as suitable for her target as it was for her. The sound broke her steady-handed concentration with a start, one shoulder striking the door with a heavy THUNK! that did more than a little to nudge a short tumble from a crouch flat onto her ass. Â
âCrap!â The half-curse was startled and sharp, the blondeâs gaze snapping up even as she scrambled back a few feet. Grey-blue eyes blinked, taking in a face sheâd seen in the flesh once before, even if it had then been beneath the cover of a gaudy helmet. Â
"âGod, you again?â The similarity to the first time, at least from her perspective, was almost jarring. Claireâs palms grated against the coarse asphalt, stinging slightly with grit and the tingling aftereffects of surprise. She could feel the gun tucked into the back of her jeans, hard and heavy and not nearly as comforting as it normally was in the light of getting caught red-handed. She couldnât imagine going to jail. Couldnât imagine the noise. Â
Seemingly on cue, the sound of a womanâs half-muffled scream sounded from beyond the door. The girl blinked, the selfish fear sheâd felt falling from her face as quickly as if sheâd been shocked by cold water. Just as quickly, she found herself speaking, almost begging.
âBreak it down. Please. I saw you do it before.â Her gaze flickered between the man and the door, panic itching in her fingers and making each second stretch like hot taffy.  ââPlease!â
Nonverbal RP Starters
Iâm finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought Iâd make a few!
Neutral
âď¸ Tap my muse on the shoulder
đ Point to something for my muse to see
đ¤ Bump into my muse
đ Sit down next to my muse
𤨠Sit down across from my muse
đ Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
âď¸ Pass my muse a note
đ Roll their eyes at my muse
đŞ Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my museâs attention without speaking
Aggressive
đş Growl at my muse
đŹ Snarl/show teeth at my muse
đ Death Glare at my muse
đ Push/Shove my muse
đ Punch my muse
đ Kick my muse in the shin
đ Stomp on my museâs foot
đľ Knee my muse in the gut
đ Knee my muse in the groin
đŞ Point a weapon at my muse
đ Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
đ Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
đ˘ Bang on a door/wall/table to get my museâs attention- angrily
Angst
đŠââď¸ Put pressure on my museâs wound
đĄ Push my muse down to give them medical attention
𼣠Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
𤢠Hold my museâs hair back/Rub my museâs back while they are sick/throwing up
đ Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
đ Wake my muse up during a nightmare
đą Hold my muse after a nightmare
đ Hold my muse when they are crying
đ˘Touch my museâs shoulder while they are crying in secret
đ§ Wipe away my museâs tears
đĽ Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
â Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
đ Tug on my museâs sleeve/shirt/skirt
đ Lean against my museâs side
đ¤ Hold my museâs hand
đ¤ Pull my muse into a hug
đ Rest their head on my museâs shoulder/knee
đś Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
â Touch the back of my museâs hand
đ¤ Reach for my museâs hand to hold it
đ Fix/Straighten my museâs clothes
đ´ Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
đ Crawl under the covers with my muse
𼪠Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
đ Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
đ¸ Put a flower in my museâs hair
⨠Playfully shove my museâs shoulder
đ Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
đ¤ Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where theyâre standing
đ Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
đ Stick their tongue out at my muse
đą Make a silly face at my muse
đ¤ Tickle my muse
đ Poke my museâs nose
đŞ Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
đ Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
đ Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
đ Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
đ Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
â¤ď¸ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
đĽ Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
đ Pull my muse in by the hips
đ˛ Smack my museâs butt
đ Kiss my museâs neck
đ Push my muse down and give them a massage
đ Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
đ Push my muse down on the bed
đ Pull my muse onto the bed
Send âPain is weakness leaving the bodyâ and I will randomly generate how your muse will find mine
datacowmuses:
[Random Number Generator can be found here]
with a broken arm
with a broken leg
dehydrated
with a concussion
with a stab wound
hungover
after a bar fight
with the flu
with (a) broken rib(s)
with sore muscles
after falling down the stairs
with a twisted ankle
blinded temporarily
with ringing ears
with a burn
after running into a door
out in the cold without warm clothes
covered in blood
overly exhausted
after a nightmare
after losing part/all of their memory
with a black eye
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@invariablyscrewedâ:
SHE WAS IN HER SHOES ONCE.  and samantha felt even more lost than claire, and if it werenât from her own experiences, samantha might have turned a shoulder and looked out for herself.   instead, she offered a small smile as she gently spoke,     â   if you ever need a friend, or just wanna talk  â  you can call me.   â
@stardvstdaughter / sc
There was no doubt that the older womanâs words were intended as a kindness, an invaluable gesture of solidarity in a world where people like them could afford to count on so little. Claire knew this, of course, knew the appropriate reaction as easily as if she could read it from a script. Yet something inside her rankled at the hollowness these gestures always seemed to hold, her involuntary desire to lean into the comfort only bolstering the bitterness brought on by a stubborn weakness in her that felt like self-betrayal. Â
When Claire spoke, it was with an ugly thing in her heart smothering any desire for help beneath a barbed fence of cynicism. Â
"âYou really think thatâs a good idea?â
Cat Stevens-Wild World
@avengingxmarine:
âi steer clear of that little rat like he had the bubonic plague. what the hell did you do?â
Claireâs gaze was downcast as hands worked in the familiar task of cleaning her disassembled handgun. The question, laden with disapproval as it was, seemed to affect her as little as an idle discussion of the weather. Or, at least, that was the effect of outward nonchalance she was going for.
"âLook, we needed an in, alright?â Â
the darkness, 2007. feel free to alter and change pronouns, etc.Â
who are you? .. the devil?Â
i remember the night of my 21st birthday.Â
that was the first time i died.Â
(name)? hello, (name), wake up sunshine.Â
whats the matter, you pussy? you get one little baby tap from a nightclub bouncer and you go to sleep on me?Â
i already told you, he donât look so good.Â
(name)âs gonna rip my nuts off.
oh man. man, we screwed the pooch on this one, (name).
you know what (name) is like. you donât collect, best not come home.
maybe heâll be nice, because itâs (name)âs birthday.
the guys a piranha, (name), he wouldnât know âniceâ if it smacked him upside the head with a 50 lb sledgehammer.
we gotta get a plan.Â
i mean, (name) was adamant, right?Â
maybe. but we gotta get there, first.Â
hold onto your lunch!Â
hahahah, christ, (name), youâre gonna kill us!Â
i told you they were coming. i heard the sirens. didnât i say i heard the sirens?Â
you hear sirens in your sleep, (name).Â
two jobs in one night, like weâre slaves or something.Â
câmon, load up and help me out!Â
take your time! donât worry about us getting our heads BLOWN off!Â
hoo hoo, they got new uniforms! did you see those new uniforms they got? pretty sharp!Â
you wanna drive straight, i canât get a bead!Â
i am driving straight. you shoot straight!Â
waste the guy on the left, iâve got the one trailing!Â
what the fuck is this? they knew we were coming! i say ambush! am-fucking-bush!
oh god .. it hurts!Â
hey, iâm dying over here!Â
jesus. i wouldnât wanna do that again.
these pants cost me 400 bucks over at sals. now they got blood stains all over them.Â
some fuckinâ 21st birthday for you, huh? here. got you a present.
now this looks real bad. real bad. go find out whats going on, and get the hell out of here.Â
thatâs like asking a goddamned shark to share its dinner.
you ever got that loan you applied for?
how can he still be standing?
you know, you been a pain in my ass since the day i met you.
heâs just a parasite. wants to bleed me dry.Â
i saw him! he came out of the window! down there â heâs going towards the cemetery!Â
where is he? i donât see him no more.Â
darkness will fall.
hey, donât shoot me, son.
i live here. smells like satans bunghole, but it beats freezing to death.Â
yeah, nice place, angel statue and everything.
thereâs a gate at the north end. they got a lock on it, though.Â
through you, i will display my power. through you, i am born.
you are nothing but my puppet.
iâve heard people complain that life is unpredictable.Â
what happened to me today, thats why i need you, (name).
youâre the only one i can count on.
he put his boys out to look for you.
i steer clear of that little rat like he had the bubonic plague. what the hell did you do?Â
money was involved. i was unconscious at the time.Â
it aint fair, man. that asshole wont let me play my harmonica spot unless i give him a couple hundred bucks.
big guy, heâs always hanging here, goes by the name of (name).Â
you just gotta know how to persuade a guy. wait here.
i never would say this to no one, but youâve got a good heart.
i wouldnât put much stock into crack-pot theories like that.Â
stay in the shadows, (name).Â
happy birthday, rat face.Â
are you okay, babe? youâre being kinda quiet.Â
iâve got a real problem, (name).Â
(name) isnât a teddybear. heâs a fucking psychopath, and heâs gonna kill me.
kill you? what are you talking about? what exactly do you do for (name) anyway?Â
iâm .. iâm a contract killer. i, uh, kill people, for (name). i meant to tell you. i just didnât know how.
what? are you nuts? you are nuts. this is just like you.Â
lets take one day off from âfucked up.âÂ
lets just sit here for a while. okay?
are you cold, (name)? god, itâs freezing in here.
i heard about what happened tonight. i donât need to point out to you that this is a bad situation.
this has been one messy afternoon.Â
you get yourself over here, but tread lightly.Â
iâm about to get my ass handed to me by a very nasty scumbag.Â
i do this only for you because of who your father was.Â
make sure no one sees you. iâll leave the backdoor entrance to the kitchen open.
ah! you got the wrong guy! please! stop!Â
you turned out to be a real motherfucker, (name).
(name) knows everyoneâs business, but what keeps him alive is that he never, ever chooses a side.Â
too bad thereâs a war coming.
i heard you coming from a block away. those expensive italian shoes make you sound like a fuckinâ, bull-elephant.Â
fuckinâ cops, all i need now, huh?Â
always, always, they gotta call me when iâm eatinâ dinner.Â
good enough. what happened to you tonight?Â
i wish the hell i knew, (name). i donât know.Â
next thing i know, iâve got the 5th italian cavalry riding my ass.Â
you know me, i never choose sides. whatever the problem is, its up to you and (name) to solve it.
i wouldnât put it past him to throw (name) on your ass.
if i were the kind of man to be involved in things like this, iâd take down (name), and pull all his merchandise out of the building. but iâm not, see?Â
ah, fuck. the cops. this is why i donât get involved. get back inside.Â
i got too many fucking people asking him questions.Â
and now iâve got a lot of cleaning up to do. all because you donât know how to play dead!Â
but youâre gonna be in the ground, (name). sooner or later. it makes no difference to me.
i used to come to these piers pretty often. most of the time it was to fit some poor asshole with a pair of concrete boots.. people donât swim so good wearing boots.Â
the best way to (name)âs heart is through his ribcage with a meat cleaver.Â
one clean shot and heâs dead!
i guess it would depend on the moose.
what say you slip me a couple of bucks, hey? i gotta take a train.Â
yeah, nice try. you tell him.Â
well. (name) took the evening off. iâm the new guy.
this human is evil.Â
lets kill a commie!Â
they burn, (name). all the little ones. such delicate torture of the body and soul.
its kinda like being rescued from a shark attack by a grizzly bear.
there was no warning. we only heard the sound of gunfire.
that was our home, (name).
i donât know what to do or feel about it. all i know is that itâs evil.
itâs a terrible thing, sweetie. itâs a terrible thing.Â
they say you can still hear the cries of the dead and the dying as you sleep.
you are going straight to hell, you know that, mister?Â
he had this bad habit of killing the wrong people all the time.Â
(name) threw him under the train down there.
i wouldnât hang out around here if i was you, pal. i mean, there is somethinâ that just ainât right about this place.
human flesh.. festers.Â
when you kill for a living, lifeâs only precious when youâre staring down the barrel of a gun â or someone you care about is.
(name) can have my life, my possessions, anything i own. anything, except you. anything!Â
remembering something, (name)?
finish your soup, (name), be thankful.
did you feel that? it got so cold, all of a sudden.
this will be a night to remember.
too late, (name), love dies.
learn that you are my puppet! now watch this.
fuck you! why are you doing this!Â
be still and watch!Â
okay .. please donât kill me.
your flesh is mine. your will is mine.
whats the matter? donât know your ass from your elbow with all that demon shit?
you see a happy ending here? you figure you got something to bargain with me?Â
we hurt you, you hurt us, like some fuckinâ game weâre playing here.Â
sheâs mine!Â
and when blood takes from blood, someone always pays. so now, i take from you.
(name), this is not your fault.
awww, what did they do to (name)?Â
she was a burden. this is freedom.Â
where are you going?Â
no, (name), this is not your time.Â
no! cannot! must not!Â
we shall spend eternity together.
you wronged me, (name). you betrayed my gift.
you should not be here.Â
i would like to do some mischief!Â
i think i got it.
hell has no form. it bends to my whim.Â
this is my dream.. for you.
the sun grows ever darker.
the flame of life shall be put into shadow.Â
all men are cattle.
youâre giving away our position, you idiot!
youâre with that other yank, arenât you?Â
bit of a sticky wicket, ey?Â
canât tell you much. need to know basis.Â
iâve seen things down there that would make grown men cry.
maybe this place isnât a place at all.
i mean, iâm supposed to be dead.Â
i think iâm in hell.
go back, or be lost forever. worse than hell! nothing can come of this. turn away!
nothing for you here!
its a lie, (name).
i, on that familiar hill, saw with uncomprehending eyes a hundred sunsets spill their fresh and sanguine sacrifice.Â
i know there are a lot of things youâre not going to understand, but you have to trust me.
(name) is a living thing. itâs some kind of a creature, old as time.Â
it needs a host, i guess.Â
i messed up, (name), i brought it into the family. i didnât realize it would do this to us.
everything happened here, (name), this is where it all began.
how do i stop this? and how do i get out?
listen. there might be a way to control it.
promise me that youâll go find them.
itâll lie to protect itself. just keep going, donât look back.
go no further, (name).Â
anyone who says the subway is dangerous never sat in the back of a yellow cab.. going the wrong way.. at ninety miles an hour.. through the midtown tunnel.. with a guy who canât speak a lick of english.
violence is the answer.
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âWas that not the reaction you were expecting? Darlinâ, youâll have to do better than that if you want to get a rise out of me.â
The force that held Claire in place like a doll in the grasp of invisible hands held fast, the gun that sheâd brandished against the witch beginning to weigh heavily on extended arms that were unable to do so much as twitch. This discomfort registered only fleetingly on the girlâs face, her mocking grin slipping into a practiced mask of cool contempt as her attempt to rattle Rowena into faltering her concentration fell flat.
"Fine,â she responded in the clipped tone of forced conversation, ââWhat do you want? There must be something, or youâd have killed me already.â

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castiel took in the scene and frowned. "i heard your prayer. sorry i couldnât get here sooner. iâm glad youâre alright⌠well⌠somewhat alright, anyway.â a quick twist of the cuffs and they shattered, freeing her hand from the radiator. he noticed the way she massaged her arm and he pressed two fingers to her forehead, healing whatever was bothering her with a flash of grace.Â
âis that better?â he asked, cocking his head to the side. he really wasnât sure how to deal with her just yet. he hadnât mastered the whole interacting with a former vessel who was the daughter of his current vessel thing. âare there others?â
For him it was all so simple, the cuffs falling away with one touch and the cuts and bruises of the past months melting away with another. And for that short moment, the touch of grace made her feel safe and whole. She was weary to her bones, part of her wanted nothing more than to curl up under that light and sleep. Â
Claire barely felt the motion of her right arm, sharp and rattlesnake quick, as it thrust the knife deep into her fatherâs chest. Â
The expression that came to her face was one of unprepared horror, a gasp in place of an answer snagging in her chest. Just as quickly her expression hardened, eyes glaring hate and lips peeling back in an animal snarl as she pulled back the knife and plunged it towards him again, again, again. Â
familiainsaniaâ:
@stardvstdaughter
âare you okay? you look⌠not okayâŚâ
"No fucking shit!â Hissed through bared teeth, the girlâs long hair loosing from its bun in the aftermath of what all surrounding signs pointed to being quite the struggle. Two bodies, one collapsed over the other, lay between them in what posters on the wall seemed to suggest was a young manâs messy bedroom. The first of the bodies, laying prostrate on the floor, was that of a middle aged woman. The second, doubled over the other with all the grace of a sack of flour, was a teenage boy. Both had clothes torn and marred with red from the slits of numerous stab wounds on their backs, a piece of the puzzle fitting cleanly with the blood-drenched knife clasped with white-knuckle determination in Claireâs right hand... A hand which was bound to the radiator with one end of a set of handcuffs. Â
Upon Castielâs arrival the blonde had straightened, but with a shaky breath she now sunk back to sit beside the radiator, left hand lifting to massage her right arm in distracted agitation.  Â
"âSorry. Sorry. Any of your phenomenal cosmic powers good for busting curses?â Â