#evilsded

“uh--- right, yeah.” DIDN’T THAT SOUND FAMILIAR? no roots. nothing to tie you down. really, and truly, he didn’t have much of a home. not since he left harmony. he just figured---- he was getting off work anyways, right? and this guy seems interesting.

there’s a snort at ash’s question. christ, tom wish he knew. tries keeping to himself, he really does, but man... only so much BOREDOM a guy can take. “only one way to find out, right? ---- pop open a couple of beers- take a look around? what do ya say, man?”

✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; angst edition ( . 01 )

Lara bit into her bottom lip to suppress her own miserable sigh, instead electing to close the gap between them. Fingertips brushed through his hair, attempting to soothe his sudden shift in mood.

“I—“ Wilson’s about to offer his apologies for his over-protective streak—he doesn’t want to see Ash getting hurt. Especially if hosting for even a few extra hours while he rested would help him get home safe. Wilson was in no state to drive, himself, or he’d obviously be offering that instead.

❛❛  so  .  .  .  this  as  glamorous  as  you  thought  it’d  be  ?  ❜❜

‘ well i’m not exactly a fan of ownin’ it, y’know.   it’s ... bound to me, or ... something. i don’t know.  i can’t shake it even if i wanted to. ’

‘ believe you me, i’ve tried everything i can to get rid of  this fuckin’ thing. nothing short of an atom bomb has a snowball’s  chance in hell, and even then ... i think this thing would outlive  the cockroach. ’

he wipes his hands off on his pants and then stands taller, firmer, eyeing her with something blended between disappointment and understanding. ash has this reaction to, only just internally, now. he’s so used to the rotten thing it hardly phases him anymore --- for that matter, neither do blood or guts or viscera.

kinda sad, really.

She was being insensitive, wasn’t she? In her defense, it wasn’t like she’d ever been able to talk on this kind of subject with a living person before. Still, an uncomfortable heat started building under her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I could have handled that better. Though it’s reassuring that you aren’t... um... enthusiastically consenting to anchor it.”

Generally speaking no one was, but evil people existed in the world. She’d helped to many of their victims to believe otherwise.

“I’m Shiloh,” she said. “Sorry for... well, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude.”

        Dean felt different from the moment he woke up. There was a lightness to him that hadn’t been there before- like a weight had been lifted during the night. Thinking that perhaps it has something to do with hell- was this the end of his nightmares? Of the ptsd? 

“No, I’m not going to watch Wayne’s world with you.” She pushed Ash’s feet off the coffee table and walked past him to sit down. “You never let me sing along when we do.” Rhi nudged him and set down the folder she was looking at before the man showed up begging for a movie marathon.

“Don’t you have a case to do or something? Isn’t that why you having me looking up all this crap?” She nodded her head to the folder. Rhiley enjoyed the big brunet’s company but sometimes she wanted to kick him. He knew just how to push her buttons.