#gracefullight

@armandlucienduval This is literally one of my favorite people on tumblr. I love rping with Armand, and their Dean. I love the verse that me and Rory have made for Dean and Armand it’s magical. Well it’s not magical it’s Supernatural verse but I still love it. Rory is one of the nicest people I know and deserves so much more then they get. Armand is such a well thought out character and they’ve put so much time into him that it really makes you feel like you know Armand. I am glad he’s my friend and even more glad I met them. 

@ofwinchestersandangels-rp we don’t talk as much as we used to but you are literally my favorite person I’ve ever met on tumblr. I love our wincest interactions so much. The world that we have made for our boys and the love they share is golden. I have enjoyed getting to know you over the years and enjoyed all our talks and interactions on messenger. You will always be one of my favorite people on here as well as my best friend. ILY!!!

@gracefullight you’ve been with me a very long time and I love each and every one of our threads that we do. You are an amazing writer and I just love the way you play your Cas he’s chef kiss. I love our demon and angel verse so much and I love how we have built it from the ground up. I know we don’t reply to our threads often but every time I get a reply from you I get so happy. I also love our Penpals verse even though it’s going to cause so much pain eventually it will be like reading a damn colleen hooever book. 

gracefullight

“please just do this for your mother darling. You know how much it means to her.“ Damn Meg for being such a daddys girl. she nodded in defeat and her father, Azazel kissed her forehead.  “Thats my good princess.“ Azazel left her room and Megs maids pulled out this  poofy pink ballroom gown. And Meg sighed a little. Black was her favorite color but hardly anywhere in her wardrobe. Meg didnt fuss as the maids got her into the dress and did her hair and makeup. When she came out of her room, Megs mother gasped. “You grow more beautiful with every da / p “ ? y, Meg.“ 

The raven haired girl spent the next few hours entertaining a wet mop of a man. He had no personality and only talked about himself. She could barely get a word in edgewise. When she finally said goodnight to him. Meg told her driver to take her down town to see her best friend. She didnt care she was still in a poofy pink dress. She just needed alcohol and to vent. When the car rolled up to the bar, Meg got out and walked through the door without a care in the world. She was getting side eyed by everyone. But she sat herself up at the bar and waited for her best friend to notice she was here. While she waited. she unclipped her hair and let it fall around her shoulders which caught the attention of a few men. 

Was Samael on to him? There seemed to be a suspicious feel to the room all of a sudden. Perhaps that was merely his imagination. “There is, but I believe one has to be invited first to receive it?”

True.

@gracefullight continued from here

It may have been midnight, but the snow falling from the sky added some light to the quiet and quaint town. For a moment he had forgotten about how late it was in the night. It wasn’t any wonder why there wouldn’t be anyone out and about now to witness the snow fall along with him. Unlike the humans that lived here he didn’t require sleep, so he could walk about all night without getting the slightest bit fatigued.

Another thing about this town he noticed is that it almost felt sad in a way. Could it simply be it was so small that it tended to be forgotten easily? That was the only explanation he could think of at this time.

And then suddenly he had the feeling he was no longer alone on his little journey. His gaze flickered around before falling on her form only a short distance away. Of course he was naturally curious on why someone else would be out so late, but he had to assume she had her reasons. Could it be a job that works late perhaps? Or maybe she was simply taking a stroll to clear her thoughts; something like what he was doing as well.

Though, he truly didn’t wish to bother someone due to not knowing if they were in a hurry or not. Instead he simply spoke a quiet ‘hello’ as he passed her, even letting a soft smile come to his expression in the exchange. And thus he continued on his way to goodness knows where.

It wasn't unusual for Orla to wonder dark and silent streets. Now that she took a holiday of work, she decided to escape London and spend some time in a small, deserted town. She felt so much safer wondering around those streets, it was different in London. She always carried a weapon. 

Orla was in her pajamas and a big, black trench coat to keep her warm. It was snowing, perfect weather conditions to take a stroll. Her eyes were mainly focused on the white flakes, falling from the sky. They hit her face and began to gather in her raven hair, whilst being deep in thought. Her mouth was agape, breathing out warm air. The lone atmosphere was something she always longed for.  But it almost felt melancholic, as if that was the reason why no one lived there. 

Of course, she was startled when a voice suddenly greeted her. The man passed by her, almost as if he came out of no where. His smile was almost emitting warmth, it made her shudder for a split second. But once he was walking ahead of her, there was a sense of familiarity. Like she had seen this man before. Was... Was she dreaming? Her eyes narrowed for a moment before picking up the pace to catch up to the stranger. 

“No-what?? Castiel??? Don’t be ridiculous-please, I’m d e a d inside, I have no love for anyone!! Don’t know where you’re getting t h a t idea from…..” Elizabeth spent another two minutes fussing over various other rumours and secrets her mother wished to comb through with her daughter first thing on a Monday morning over breakfast, but soon enough Lizzy was free to leave and get dressed and ready to go out for the day. Of course that meant she got to have her semi new body guard with her, and she was almost too happy about that-she could barely contain her smile. In fact, she went off to find him in his own quarters at the palace, he should be just finishing breakfast by now. She knocked gently on the door though, just incase he wasn’t ready for her yet. “It’s Lizzy, ..-are you decent?”

Dean looked at Cas and shook his head at him. He knew why Cas was going to do whatever he wanted it was because their fight earlier. "Cas you don't have to do that everything is fine now you know." Dean told the other with a smile. "Though I wouldn't mind a kiss." Dean told his boyfriend.