#hellsurvivr

╼ call it obsession,   call it madness,  I call it love with teeth. If anyone ever reached for her.   If any one even looked at her wrong.  I would tear their name out of the universe and make the sky choke on the pieces.     I wasn’t born cold,   the world just taught me what I would kill for.   She is the one thing that I guard with all monsters and god help whoever thinks I won’t unleash them,  die for her.   I do it without blinking but dying is to goddamn chance,  my love is a weapon  that I would sacrifice. For her I would choose wrath every time.  I would drag heaven down by the throat, set fire to the edge of creation  and rip the sun out of the sky  before I let another soul touch what’s mine.

@hellsurvivr said: [ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body? // quinn

          a game of telephone

[text]: tragically, yeah

[text]: are you available?

[text]: not that i want to bring civs onto a crime scene, but i need you to have a look at some things

[text]: symbols and things, nothing gory

[text]: maybe you might recognise some things in relation to your brother?

      elijah pinned payne against the wall, the rune-etched blade which its ancient sigils pulsing with malevolent promise hovering a whisper from her throat. a witch ally had warned him of a relic in the bar, one akin to papa tunde’s blade, capable of siphoning an original’s power into a witch’s grasp. at first, he wasn't convinced that anything like this was in payne's possession because he thought they had a friendly relationship. unfortunately, he was proven wrong when he actually found this object just where the witch had predicted it. elijah had seized it, suspecting her intent to wield it against him. her confused hazel eyes and twitching fingers did little to ease his distrust.

       "payne," he said, voice cold and precise, "don’t test me with nicknames like 'lijah'. familiarity won’t save you." the blade’s tip grazed closer, not piercing but a stark warning. he wondered how this even came into her possession. "this relic, etched with runes to bind my kind, was near you moments ago. a witch spoke of its threat, and now it’s in my hand. planning to use it against me, were you? or do you claim ignorance?"

YOU DON'T KNOW THAT FEELING, that level of adrenaline rush until you've experienced it yourself. becky couldn't rightfully say exactly how many times she's had the sensation in her lifetime, a long and illustrious career giving way to a count lost. but, it's the pinnacle of such to know that once more she had brought home the title, once again crowned the women's intercontinental champion. and she isn't alone. the company she's kept in payne is welcomed, valued even. truth be told, becky had half expected her not to show. for whatever reason, despite insisting that she's always right, she's glad this time to have been wrong.

sweat-slicked form makes way from the ring, to ramp, to gorilla. vip pass glinting caught by corner of eye only for gaze to shift to familiar face. frenzied, menacing expression softens at the sight of her friend. one hand dares not loosen grip upon strap. but, the other? it's perfectly content with pulling the woman in for a hug.

" did you see that shite, lass? " voice as loud and brash as ever. " moody maxxine thought she could get one over on the real champ, but she's sorely mistaken ... just like she's a sore loser! "

stefan has always been someone to think he didn't deserve love, even when he had it. he always loses it, ( valerie, katherine, klaus, elena ... to name a few ! ) not always by his own doing but ... it doesn't change the fact that love never lasts long when it comes to the salvatore. it's why he tells payne she doesn't have to love him. pain & death always follow him. no matter how hard he tries to push both things away, his life never allows either to pass by him. how could he let her love him knowing she could somehow end up in danger because of him ? he knows she strong enough to handle herself. & yet, the thought of loving her, her loving him ... it almost frightens him. he knows it's a risk. is it one he's willing to take ? is he willing to let it be good ? even if for only a little while ? ( before something inevitably ruins it, like every time someone has loved him )

when she grabs his hand, he can't help but let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. her delicate touch calming the melancholy thoughts that occupy him. her response makes his chest leap, his undead heart beats quicker than it should. " you ... do ? really ? " brow perks up, lips are twitching upwards despite the hesitation that lingers. after hearing her confirm what he's speculated, stefan decides that yes, it is a risk he's willing to take. " i love you too, although ... i hope you know loving me could get you into trouble. " he covers her tattooed hand with his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips to kiss them. " just so you know what you're signing up for. " there's a hint of teasing in his tone, but he was speaking slightly serious.

     [ … / / M . P ]                finding   out   in   the   middle   of   the   pre   season   testing   wasn't   on   her   bingo   card   this   year.    but   at   the   same   time   ,   it   wasn't   entirely   all   that   shocking   considering   her   and   logan   weren't   careful   and   spent   quite   a   lot   of   time   during   the   holiday   ,   tangled   up   with   one   another.   so   it   was   bound   to   happen.   however   ,   Marley   wasn't   sure   how   to   tell   logan.   especially   now   –   when   she   knew   his   focus   was   on   the   upcoming   season.   last   thing   she   wanted   was   to   be   a   distraction.   and   then   there   was   the   weight   of   the   press   if   they   caught   wind   of   it.    god,   she   could   only   hear   it   now   –   how   her   brother's   teammate   and   friend,   had   knocked    her   up.   luckily   she   had   a   little   time   to   figure   out   how   to   go   about   all   of   it   –   and   was   hoping   to   word   things   right   to   Logan   after   tomorrow's   testing.    

there had to be some sort of cure or fix it for the fact that sammy had demon blood inside him. castiel had tasked dean with ' stopping it ' - a thing that dean had been unable to understand until he realised the angel had meant stopping sam from using his psychic abilities.

maybe, dean had expressed to castiel, they could find a way to reverse what azazel had done. castiel's only response was to send dean to hunt down some girl - there was no explanation as to why or how it could or could not help.