#innerwar

@innerwar || maybe random inbox reply || from smol spn au homie

what the hell is wrong with you?

"listen, kid. some people would say everything. others would say not a damn thing. me?" shoulders roll in a lazy shrug as he takes a long drag from a rolled cigarette that'd been tucked in a crumpled up pack he pulled from a pocket and lit with an old, worn and carved up zippo. both were stuffed away before the little shit could get a good look at the engravings. "i say. fuck if i know and fuck twice as hard if i care." little pat against the top of a blonde head before his hand swings down to his hip.. brushing along the fabric of his suit on the way past.

kids..

His head was full of whispers and song. It was their blood. Their blood was singing, like babbling brooks, churning through arteries and veins and pulsing through capillaries. It was so loud he didn't know how he'd never heard it before. And the V... the V was whispering to him, a steady current under the waves of life that poured through Hughie's ears.

A voice errupted from the left, cutting through the chorus.

Enemy, the V supplied, a soft rasp behind his eyes. They want to kill Butcher.

Hughie raised an arm. The water in their body moved in time to his fingers, spread, summoning, then clenched into a fist. Collected in the lungs. The chorus of blood lost a soprano.

"Hughie?"

The roaring had been mechanical, Robin had been sure of it, though he had never heard anything like it. He couldn't think of any sort of machine that would make such a noise. It was... unearthly; and Robin couldn't imagine why such a machine would be in Sherwood Forest.

There was no thought as to whether it could be dangerous. In fact, Robin assumed there probably was. It hadn't stopped him before and it wouldn't stop him now. Birds had scattered from the noise and Robin retraced their path, heading towards where they had fled. What he found confused him even further.

It was blue and definitely wooden, but what it actually was, Robin couldn't say. Confusion written across his face, he slowly paced around the thing, running his hand over the blue wood. The sound of a door opening broke the spell curiosity had laid upon him. He sprung into action, throwing a hood over his face before readying his bow.

She’s in complete darkness, enclosed in a small space, and, coming to, fear grasps her ― buried alive...? But while she can’t stretch her body into its full length, it’s not hard wood that stops her, rather something pliable. Fabric. She can breathe; she’s fine.

She doesn’t know who she is. Doesn’t know where she is, and why. Her skin feels just little sore, all over. She realises she’s not wearing any clothes.

Survive, she has to survive. Figure it out.

Hands search for a way out; she finds a zipper. Dim light, nighttime, pours inside the bag, and she hears a gun cock, freezes for a moment. “Don’t shoot.” Her voice comes shaky, feeble, and it almost startles her, making her whole body shiver in the cold, damp air. She unzips the bag fully, puts her arms up before emerging, as if in surrender.

@innerwar sent : ‘how could you know this?’ the boys scarecrow @ nelly

"it does not take much to understand the reality that's lingering beneath the surface." she leans back in what has become her chair at the tower, there in the boardroom. the god awful raunchy suit designed for her that doesn't make a lick of difference chafes just as much as being here does.

@innerwar “I'm not avoiding you. I'm just making an effort to not be in a room alone with you because I am... Avoiding you.” - from balthazar, post-being killed, somehow resurrected again, because this was too good to not send lol