#harbingxr

“ I smell a someone who wants kill a demon. “ He amused as he adjusted his jacket as he leaned against the wall pulling out a cigarette, he knew that Nessa would kill him if he had a cigarette but he had a rough day and it just was something that got it off his mind. 

❝ I NEED you to hold my hand,      like right now. ❞

❝ YOU’RE DOIN’ that all     wrong. ❞

                  ❝ EVAN – HEY, Evan. ❞ Rosie moved from her hotel bed to his when she registered that he’d just jerked up, a silver knife clutched in his hand. Slow, deliberate movements; she carefully plucked the blade from his fingers, laying it on the nightstand. She touched his cheek gently, brushing her finger over the skin, searching his eyes. He hunted physical demons but he had his own demons, and they came at night to torment him in his dreams n i g h t m a r e s.                                                     ❝ S’just a dream. Alright? M’right here. ❞

The ship went down in the wee hours of the morning, when the sunlight was just beginning to bleed out over the horizon. Not that there was anything for the light to illuminate; silhouettes of waves and stray survivors were the only things her eyes could detect. Everything was cold and silent. There was hardly even a breeze. Rosie’s fingers had been desperately curled around this piece of broken timber for at least two hours and her arms were exhausted. She wanted to let go but she knew  she absolutely couldn’t. She lay her head against it, her eyes too heavy for her to fight to keep them open. She was blissfully ignorant of the creatures gathering beneath the waves.

“DIDN’T ANYBODY warn you that it     was    going    to    be     cold?”

❝ I smell blood on      you, stranger. ❞

     "Luce please. Can't you cooperate for mama? Just once?" she whined at the large raven cleaning its wings in front of her. But all she received was an annoyed caw. Az groaned loudly, setting her forehead on the table. "Why do I even put up with you?"