#sinquiem

' now whatever you do, don't look down. '

okay don't freak out, just breathe. one . . . two . . . three . . . what ? her eyes open at dante's words, anxiety momentarily quelling and replaced with genuine confusion. she may not know much about comforting others or knowing what to say, but that was not it. grace goes to tell @sinquiem as such, until the sway of her body reminds her that she is, in fact, not in a spot to really be having any sort of conversation. she hastily crosses the rest of the narrow beam to get to the other side, only sparing a glance down the pit when she was safe. ( another pool of blood, great ). she turns her gaze away to turn the lever that would let the other, expression still questioning as dante joins her.

❝ um, you know that actually made me want to look down, right ? i don't think that was as helpful as you thought it was . . . ❞

van helsing.

his answer comes in offhanded tone, largely focused on extending himself to scour the not - quite - abandoned churchyard for any wards or concerning glyphs. ❛  mm, logistically speaking, they aren't all that difficult to break, so i suppose all of them, except it isn't sabbath today. & adultery might be an unnecessary detour. ❜

far from the first time, castiel frowns at how limited his senses have grown in years cut off from heaven, though he's fairly certain the lack of additional alarm bells ringing in his mind is from true lack of unexpected threat ; it would be nice to avoid any surprises for once. he supposes they'll simply have to judge how on fire that bridge is when they come to it.

[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions.

[ txt : dante ] is that supposed to be a good thing ?

[ txt : dante ] what would leon think if he heard you say that smh

probably endorse it, or shake his head fondly. all the same, she shakes her own head at @sinquiem's response, just as fond. not that she would ever make a bad decision on purpose, much less to dante's caliber, but there is something comforting about the older man holding no reservations about bad decisions and even welcoming it. perhaps a bad decision wasn't as scary when you had someone there with you. it makes her smile a bit, feeling strangely eager to do something she normally wouldn't, if only he was there to keep her steady.

[ txt: dante ] well, cheers !

❛  you  want  some  help  by  yourself  ?   —  –   …  so,   do  you  need  some  help  ?   or  do  you  want  to  do  it  by  yourself  ?  ❜

CLIVE'S ENTIRE DISPOSITION EASES at the mention of his trusty companion . ❛ You mean Torgal, ❜ Clive gently corrects , a small inflection posing the introduction as a question. ❛ You're welcome to try . He doesn't bite ... if you don't deserve it. ❜

THE FINE HOUND BARKS ONCE IN AFFIRMATION , sitting patiently on his haunches as he awaits the promised pets . He is the picture of elegant placidity , except for the gradually increasing sway of his tail . Thump,  thump,  thump – the canine's tail beats faster against the wooden tiles . The tiniest of smiles cracks Clive stern facade - it seems neither of them can hold face for long .