#ichorslain

it was cold november morning. the birds stopped singing, and the nature smoked out its pipe covering earth with foggy carpet. the trees were screaming in agony and burning themselves into the burgundy red. MAYBE I SHOULD BURN TOO.  //   supernatural’s castiel. triggers tagged.  heavily under co.  re-opened may 23 ,  2017.  

tfw @ichorslain is attacking me.

          ❛    my  mom  used  to  tell  me  about  a  woman  who’d  just  moved  down  the  street  from  us  ,    saved  her  life      .  .  .      our  lives      .  .  .      from  something  evil  .     ❜            the  same  evil  that  boiled  beneath  her  porcelain  canvas      /      tainted  blood  ran  through  these  veins  .            ❛    ——      what  was  it      ?  ?     ❜

  ‘   i find it quite funny when they flee with their tails up their asses.    particularly since they truly believed i’d be daggered for good  ,     don’t you agree         MISS HUNTER   ?     ’     heartily does she laugh,   and never has light felt so embracing.   not only does she mean the sun’s radiant rays, but also mainly the aura resonating off the huntress.     hands are placed on her hips, as she arches a brow at the other, further chuckling.     ‘   hope you didn’t miss me too much,  however,   i do love a proper welcoming every once and then.    one that doesn’t inclue NIKLAUS’  dagger into my  heart, of course.   ‘        //  ichorslain **

❝    YOU   KNOW,    MY   LIFE   WAS   a   lot   less   complicated   and   way   more   normal   before   i   met   you.     which,    by   the   way,    still   doesn’t   make   any   sense   !    ❞