#faultyflyer

ooc : kudos

thanks i guess haha

notyourjudas replied to your post:

this post gives me life

lbr everything anti-destiel gives you life

lionhearteddaughter replied to your post: 

i don’t like it either. Ugh.

--Sir? There's a line.

The only thing strange about the man is the way he's been staring at the sky for an insurmountable amount of time. He's been there for hours, seemingly unfazed by the weather, wearing a plain but tailored black suit under an unbuttoned leather jacket. He almost seems like he's been waiting for something.

Molly had turned away from the man. She’d learnt a long time ago, not to argue with people that you couldn’t take on and the fact was…she couldn’t take this man on. Cheeks burning, she’d attempted to navigate around and away from him, the words ringing in her ears.

                                           slut. slut. slut.

Molly didn’t get abuse much. She worked in a morgue for christsakes - it wasn’t like the dead were going to start insulting her, and her co workers were generally nice people. This man…not so much.

And what was worse was that there wasn’t really anyone around, and the man continued to brand her with the name. She blinked, once, twice, t h r e e  times forcing herself not to cry, or to break down, though she couldn’t help but tremble slightly. She knew it was untrue, but it didn’t stop the words stabbing her like a knife. And then she wasn’t alone. She wasn’t sure how she got in - frankly she wasn’t going to question it. His face was familiar, and certainly welcomed, and Molly took a step back, moving slightly behind Robbie, her throat dry, her voice cracking

      “It’s…it’s fine”

      Dear, oh dear.