#celestiel.

music blaring,   flashing lights,   sticky floors   —   oh how he loved reuniting with his family.   ❛   i knew i’d find you here.   ❜   he looks over his shoulder,   ❛   it was only a matter of time until you wandered in to such an establishment.   ❜    five glances back in front of him,   watching a young woman twirl around a pole to ear-splitting songs,   losing a piece of clothing with each verse.   ❛   i’ve been looking for you, liv.   ❜

for   @celestiel   ( finn )   ♡

“   how   do   you   think   it   ends   ?   ”   she   sits   carefully,   one   leg   resting   over   the   other   and   back   straight,   eyes   narrowing   at   the   damaged   book   that   sits   ever   so   𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘   in   the   center   of   the   table.   how   utterly   frustrating   this   whole   thing   was.   she   wanted   to   have   a   word   with   WHOEVER   thought   it   a   good   idea   to   defile   the   poor   thing   by   tearing   out   the   better   portion   of   the   final   chapter.   “   it’s   all   so   macabre   but   .   .   ”   manicured   nail   traces   shapes   upon   the   wood.   a   heart.   a   diamond.   a   star.   “   i   wonder   if   the   creature   ever   finds   peace.   ”

she reaches a hand up to her mouth,   muffling the noise of a sob,   pulling the phone away from her lips as she sucks in a shaky breath.   she doesn’t know what to say,   knows liv has never been the person to call when you needed a shoulder to cry on.   but truth is,   she didn’t know who else to call and liv was the only person she thought of that wouldn’t freak to see her name pop up on caller id.   not that she’d blame her if she did,   it’d been over a year.   a lot could change in that time.

❛   …   hey liv.   ❜   fuck this was embarrassing.   everything about her was a mess,   she was in some random hotel room in fucking london,   didn’t even have all of her shit yet.   just a duffel bag.   for a long time it was the bulk of what she carried with her,   but things had changed,   without her even realizing it.   ❛   i   ...   sorry to call outta nowhere i just   ...   fuck.   ❜   never learned how to really say what she was thinking,   all she knew was how to run.

he hated the winter.   always had.   fingers went numb and bullshit infected the hive minds in their comfy little homes in their comfy little suburbia,   away from all things cold and dark and harmful.   they’d get bored in their hibernation and spew acid into the rest of the world,   infecting everyone with their grandiose propaganda about the next war that would make the rich, richer and the poor, poorer.   he fucking hated the winter because all he’d ever had to keep him warm was some shitty little blue windbreaker and it never once did enough.   it was the very same one liv had pulled on as she fumbled with her keys,   her hand resting on the doorknob.

❛   yo where the fuck are you even going  ?   it’s sunday,   we never leave on sundays unless we gotta get shit.   you got a hookup or something  ?   ❜   the questions would likely remain unanswered,   instead met with crude gestures and noises of imitation.   he sighs,   looking her up and down as his hands slid into his pocket,   ❛   you’re not gonna give that back.   ❜   he said it more to himself than her.   she was gonna do whatever the hell she wanted to do.   maybe he’d get it back,   maybe she’d throw it off a bank of a river and drown it forever.

she shifts her weight from foot to foot behind cover,   tightening her grip on the hilt of her dagger,   she keeps her lips sealed despite his words,   it was imperative she not to reveal her location,   before peeking around the corner and releasing the blade.   she ducked back behind as it soared through the air and she only let out a breath when she heard it hit the metal of the wall next to his head.   with a roll of her eyes she pulled out her pistol,   not bothering to buffer the noise of her cocking it.

he’d know where she was,   it’d been a fatal error.   she pushes off,   spinning around and raising the gun only to find herself face to face with finnegan beck,   pointing a gun right back at her.   ❛   come on now,   finn,   we both know that’s none of your business.   ❜   he’d been relentless in hunting her,   tasked with either getting rid of or bringing in any widows left alive.   the red room was a cockroach,   and not a friendly one.   it was one of the few insects she wished to rid herself of,   and her fellow spiders.

she was supposed to be celebrating a long and healthy life.   thought she would be,   thought after everything at arasaka she could put all of this behind her.   well,   she glances down at her arm   —   looking at the johnny + v tattoo he’d gotten when he’d been in control of the body  —  she hadn’t planned on putting everything behind her.   just the dying.   she clinks her glass against sasuke’s with a bright smile,   throwing the contents down her throat.

❛   uh huh ponytail,   ❜   v doesn’t bother looking up from the computer parts,   or the screwdriver she’s jammed into it,   slowly replacing each piece with something from another model,   ❛   can ya hand me that,   ❜   she motions to a small screw,   holding her hand out,   she waits.   when nothing is set in her palm,   she sighs and reaches out,   grabbing it herself.

nick and gen for @celestiel bc shenanigans <3

she watches the lighter in his hand,   the pink sticking out like a sore thumb in comparison to the rest of his   ...   emo getup.   she’d tried convincing him to paint his nails black,   go full out with the punk angry boy look,   told him he’d get more bitches that way.   she’d even offered to do it for him,   said she’d pick some of the polish off and everything so he’d get the chipped look.   but, he’d shot her down.   it seemed like he seriously enjoyed doing so.   gen hoped he didn’t get off on it,   that’d make these talks they kept having super awkward. 

with a roll of her eyes she leans back against the brick,   the pounding music from the inside of the bar shaking the wall even outside,   ❛   okay but you have to have seen sailor moon if you can tell it’s a sailor moon lighter.   ❜   her lips turn upwards as she looks over at him,   ❛   which is totally cool if you have,   but you can’t scoff at it and act all tough and macho and tool cool for it.   ❜