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"If I were ever to lose you, I'd surely lose myself." For Charlie from Aiden

The words hit Charlie like a cannonball to the gut. For a moment, he just stood there, jaw tight, trying to breathe past the weight of them. He’d lost plenty in his life- men, battles, even pieces of himself he doubted he’d ever get back.

But hearing Aiden lay it out plain like that, hearing what his absence would mean, shook something loose he hadn’t let himself feel in years.

Slowly, he stepped in closer, boots grinding against the worn floorboards. His hand lifted, rough fingers brushing against Aiden’s sleeve before settling there, firm and steady. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to anchor him, enough to keep his voice from breaking when he finally spoke.

“You won’t lose me,” he said, low and certain, steel tucked behind the quiet. His eyes held Aiden’s, unflinching. “Not now. Not ever. I’ve fought too hard to get here, and I’ll fight twice as hard to stay. With you.”

He gave a small shake of his head, a dry laugh breaking at the edges, though there was no humor in it. “We’ve already buried too much, seen too much torn outta our hands. I’ll be damned if I let us end up the same.”

He'd never seen the Hotel busier, so many sinners hoping Charlie could help them to be redeemed. If it had been pride that had gotten him cast out of Heaven, then the pride he was feeling for his daughter would have surely been enough to raise him back to the Heavens and be cast down again. There were many things people could say about Lucifer Morningstar, but that he didn't love his daughter was not one of them.

@halliwellauto sent: FUCK YES (For Eddie)

PUT ‘ FUCK YES ‘ IN MY ASK IF YOUR MUSE WANTS TO FUCK MINE| Accepting

Being dead didn't necessarily mean you missed out on life, and since her passing Penny hadn't gotten more than used to being summoned back to the living world by her family for one reason or another. And even if she wasn't, sometimes she decided she had best just turn up anyway.

But usually she found herself in the manor, a familiar sight, and much more aesthetically pleasing than the one she had now. While not sure whether she'd been actively conjured or the Powers That Be had just decided she needed to be here, she was certain however that she didn't like the look of the place.

Lilith was not entirely sure how it was that Sabrina had decided that, after the child had been left in her care by her aunts, when she needed to attend to some inane issue at her mortal school, it was entirely acceptable to simply leave her in the care of her regent. And Lilith was not entirely sure why it was she'd agreed.

She was getting too soft with Sabrina, too...problematically attached.

Sitting quietly in the chair, Lilith looked over at the young half-whitelighter of a witch she had met once before, when she'd nearly been victim of her brother's demonic servant.

"So," she began, making a vague effort to break the silence. "tell me; what is it you were taught about magic, these...rules your family apparently has."

[  ....  ]             ever  since  daryl  had  escaped  from  the  cell  the  saviors  had  placed  him  in,  negan  had  been  a  little  on  edge.  his  men  had  disappointed  him  for  allowing  this  situation  to  unravel,  and  he  had  a  sneaky  suspicion  that  the  redneck  was  hiding  back  with  rick  in  their  little  fairy  tale  land,  but  he  had  no  way  of  proving  it.  they  tried  turning  that  town  upside  down  but  came  up  empty-handed.  he  didn't  know  what  to  do  except  to  move  on  and  make  sure  his  position  of  power  hadn't  been  compromised  by  losing  a  prisoner.  again,  he  was  burdened  with  disappointment.

negan  was  outside,  talking  to  some  of  his  men  about  their  supply  runs  to  the  other  communities  they  had  completed.  he  was  just  about  to  put  his  foot  down  with  them  when  they  came  to  him  with  information  that  wasn't  helpful  when  aiden  had  approached  them.  he  looks  over  the  man's  shoulder  and  moved  him  out  of  the  way  so  he  could  take  a  better  look  at  her.  a  smile  erupted  on  his  face  as  he  swung  his  bat  casually  at  his  side  as  if  he  was  a  dog  wagging  his  tail,    ❝     well,  there's  my  beautiful  woman.  what's  goin'  on,  sugar  baby   ?     i'm  a  little  busy  right  now    ...     ❞

Aiden ( @halliwellauto ) ▌sent 🎁 for a starter.

His elbow atop the table and playing cards fanned out in his hand, Joshua tilted his head as he feigned consideration of his options. Oh, he already knew what he planned to do, yet there was no reason to clue in any of his competitors to the fact of it ( act like you're ' takin' it serious ' but not ' too serious ' as to be counted as a threat until it was too late for anyone to do anything about it )! The man to his left was bouncing a knee like a nervous tic and the eyes of the one across from him were darting far too rapidly while speaking to insinuate any degree of confidence and he was about to win. Joshua almost never lost a game of Brag, and he wasn't liable to start tonight.

At least, until a loud crash was heard from upstairs, followed by two voices in vexed conversation: one a little softer, the other more gruff. In fact, if he thought about it, the latter surely belonged to the companion of three others clustered around a game of Faro across the room, who had disappeared a short while ago in the company of one of Aiden's girls — and speaking of Aiden, it was then that he heard her familiar tone join the dispute, though he couldn't quite make out the words. While aware that she was capable of handling the situation, the palm that had been planted on his upper thigh beneath the table, elbow jutted an angle, slid towards his holster.

Perhaps the reaction was less unnecessary than Joshua had conjectured, as the man's friends stood to advance towards the stairs. Clearly anticipating a fight in which they had no interest at stake, the few remaining patrons scattered from the building, including his opponents at Brag ( well, dammit ). Withdrawing his gun and cocking the hammer with the side of his thumb, he aimed it at the three rabble-rousers. "I wouldn't."

They didn't care to heed the warning as they were swift to pull their own pistols, though Joshua's first shot managed to hit one in the hand, sending their firearm clattering to the floor, before he used his foot to kick over the table stacked with cards for use as a barricade. "Tryin' to go up there, makin' me lose that money — pieces of shit," he muttered. Some of it had been set out and was now on the floor, sure ( and he would be back to collect it later, after this was over ), but he could have won more, and that was the point.

After the ' dust settled, ' two of the men were on the ground while the first one had managed to scramble out of the saloon in the ensuing firefight. Would've been nice to get him too, everyone'd be better off — the thought flickered through Joshua's mind as he headed up the stairs. He had just reached the top landing when he heard another shot ring out from the closest room, followed by a body collapsing to the ground in the doorway and partially into the hall. "It's me," he called ( the last bit of shit luck he needed was to be mistaken for one of the assholes downstairs and get a bullet in his chest ).