#shitloadofmuses

THE HIGH FROM THE COME DOWN (heh) OF SOMETHING GREAT LEAVES DEAN BREATHLESS. His heart thumps hard against his chest -- a feeling familiar when he’s on the receiving end of Hannes’ affections -- and he fights to urge to hide from it. He’s allowed this and if he so chooses to selfishly indulge himself in Hannes’ love, then Dean will do it until the day he’s no longer allowed to. “I love you,” he says firmly because he can and because he knows the other man won’t ever use the words against him. He cups the man’s jaw tugging him closer for a kiss so chaste compared to earlier. “Marry me.” The words leave him in a rush and it’s stupid to ask something so pivotal after sex but it’s out there. Surprisingly, Dean doesn’t find that he minds. “Oh fuck. Hannes. I’m serious. Marry me?” 

Dean looked chipper you might say, his cheeks high as he entered the drawing room-- Living up to his nickname of ‘squirrel’.

Sam finds it refreshing to receive from kindness from someone who isn't getting paid to take care of him. Escaping from the hospital wasn't the wisest choice he ever made, but what other alternative did he have? Die in that depressing room? As long as nobody gets hurt, he won't regret his decision.

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“Sorry, I….Sorry.” Jason had been practically running to his car in partial fear after breaking up with his partner due to them cheating. “If you don’t mind, that’s… That’s why I called. No, you don’t have to come get me, I’ve got the car, I promise. Unless he fucked that up too…” He grumbled the last bit, thanking every god that that wasn’t the case when he got to it. “I’ll be there in ten. I might be staying for a bit, if that’s okay? I promise I’ll help with rent and stuff.”

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Bright burst of a green vortex appeared suddenly.  With whirling winds whipping pages in a frenzy. Then a sapphire book adorn with silver squiggles dropped from the center of the discord. Then as quick the entrance appear the entrance vanishes. 

Then a shrill muffled worried scream from inside the deep blue book. 

“Hello.. I’m running out of air.. can you open this book?” 

“Why are you squirming so much, Anthony?” Aster continued to roll his hips while he kept the mortal pinned to the mattress with a single hand on his chest. “Don’t tell me you want to stop already?”