#skjebne

It had been four winters since Viktor had tried to kill her and exiled her to the new world. The first winter she had spent largely healing from the terrible burns she had suffered, hiding in a cave that provided her shelter without wild animals bothering her during the daylight hours. Once her burns had faded into scars, the vampiress had swiftly gotten to work on building herself a homestead, felling timber from the forest around her and building a sturdy small cabin not too far from her original resting place. Her old amor and weapons were stored int he back of the cave, with a few personal effects that she kept out of sentiment but didn’t want to see daily.

She learned the lands she had settled on, every inch of terrain, the animals that roamed it, the river that ran nearby and where the clay deposits were in its bed in case she ever had to repair the insulation of her cabin. After four winters in she knew every rock, tree and plant of the territory, every water source and the behaviour of the animals that dwelled alongside her. Sonja had been forced into being entirely self reliant and had not spoken to another human, vampire, or lycan in her exile. None lived near her settlement, and she doubted that trade would have been an option, her father’s control ran deep. But she knew how to survive, how to garden and grow what she couldn’t always forage, allowing her to build a hive to keep bees in order to make herself beeswax candles to burn. A simple luxury, she didn’t need anything to see in the dark, but she still enjoyed her creature comforts. It was the same reason she used a portion of the honey to brew herself meade, it made the longer and colder nights more tolerable on her own. In truth she was quite comfortable being on her own in a remote wild location, but as the years had progressed she had begun to long for company and news. What became of the lycans? Of Lucian? Was her father still in control or had another usurped him? Did she dare try to venture back to Europe to find out, or at least see if there was a human settlement closer to the coastline where she might at least find companionship?

Sonja had ventured out to hunt down her meal for the night, following the scent and tracks of an elk that had strayed from the herd. Night had only just fallen, only the light of the moon lit the way between the trees. She grew closer and closer to the elk, moving silently through the brush and readied herself at the sight of the animal close by. The vampiress dropped into a crouch and waited until the animal came just a little closer, then launched herself at the beast. She went to snap its neck to prevent herself from being gouged by its antlers or hooves, just as a bright light flashed through the forest followed by a concussive boom that left her ears ringing.

@skjebne​  :   ❛  You  got  guts  ,  I’ll  give  you  that  .  ❜

—   Guts  ?  More  like  trauma  ;  Joker  was  build  upon  an  unstable  foundation  .  Abuse  ,  neglect  .  There  wasn’t  a  thing  courageous  about  him  ,  his  actions  were  fueled  by  rage  and  adrenaline  .  If  he  had  guts  ,  he  would  have  long  since  pulled  the  trigger  of  his  fully  loaded  revolver  beneath  his  chin  .  It’s  all a  guise  .   He  almost  laughs  aloud  in  response  ,  head  bows  as  his  brows  raise  and  cause  red  painted  ones  do  wrinkle  in  with  creases  that  cross  his  forehead  .  “  How  else  do  you  think  I  got  this  far  ?  ”  He  plays  along  with  it  ;  no  sense  in  exposing  himself  for  what  he  really  is  deep  down  .  A  wounded  man  ;  a  broken  soul  . 

—   His  chin  lifts  ,  lips  part  to  reveal  crooked  teeth  as  he  flashed  Henry  a  confident  smile  .  “  You’ve  gotta  have  balls  of  steel  if  you  wanna  make  it  in  this  city  .  ”  he  then  said  .  He  has  no  place  giving  anyone  guidance  about  bravery  ,  but  he  continues  on  anyways  .  “  Otherwise  ,  you’ll  get  trampled  in  between  the  cracks  in  the  side  walk  like  dog  shit  on  the  bottom  of  someone’s  shoe  .  ”  he  then  said  .  “  The  real  question  is  ,  do  you  have  guts  ?  Because  you’re  gonna  need  it  .  ”  Life  in  Gotham  had  never  been  easy  ,  especially  for  anyone  who  didn’t  fit  into  the  social  norm  and  Henry  ,  was  far  from  normal  .  “  No  one’s  going  to  help  you  ,  so  you’ve  got  to  be  able  to  help  yourself  .  ”

Isabelle almost pouted at the idea of him leaving, but she was used to falling asleep alone. Maybe the loneliness of one night stands and constant revolving door boyfriends was catching up to her, or maybe she was feeling something here? She let out a sigh getting lost for another moment in his green eyes which was what drew her in in the first place.

» @skjebne​ asked :  gently presses a kiss into her hair from murtagh

IT’S HIS KISS THAT STIRS HER, OFFERED SWEETLY AS HER FRAME REMAINS CURLED IN HIS ARMS, exhaustion having worn her to ruin after their day of travel thus far. His arms are holding her against his chest, and she thinks her cheek may have remained pressed to his heart the entire time – warm, and content to dream without disturbance, and safe in the knowledge that should the nightmares come as they so often do, he might wake her. Lips curve into the beginnings of a smile, though her eyes remain closed, and she murmurs even in groaned protest.

eyes   watch   with   interest,   almost   as   if   their   shared   past   reflects   upon   the   glossy   surface.      his   words   almost   seemed   like   advice   -   perhaps   even   a   warning.   though   it   is   unnecessary,   for   these   are   words   natalia   has   lived   by   for   years   &   years,   not   allowing   anyone   close   enough   to   break   her,   not   since   her   time   all   those   years   ago   with   him.   

          ♱   ❛     𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 ?

             𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 .   not at all .   cas cannot actually grasp the notion of trust .   he doesn’t need to.   for him humanity is more or less a means to an end ,   he even collaborated with crowley at some point .   not because he trusted him ,   after all angels don’t trust demons no matter what   ------   but crowley was a necessary evil .   he barely trusts his own brothers and sisters ,   the other angels ,   the only reason they can work together like they do is that they have the same orders   ---   and the same coding .   so , trust,  is not something castiel really does ,   it’s not in his coding to do so .   he uses beings around him to get where / what he wants . 

but this changes through the years spent with the winchesters .  especially after his return from purgatory .  the guilt he feels about everything ,   it causes a sort of naivety in him .   so he trusts naomi ,   somewhat ,   his guilt is near the weight of atlas’ own burden after EVERYTHING he has caused in heaven ,   and on earth .    so he trusts metatron when he says he wants to restore heaven to its former glory   ------   because that’s one way to ease his guilt .   he trusts lucifer when he says that he defeat amara .   as we progress through the years ,   cas’ humanity takes over   ---   he is influenced by dean ,   by sam ,   by his own brief touch of being human and mortal ,   it makes him more naive and causes more harm   ---   but we also see him grow and learn from his mistakes .

  so ,   in a way ,   i guess you can say he is quick to trust   ---   but he’s also quick to revoke the trust given .

                >> 🌻 <<          ❝        you didn’t    HAVE   to scare them off   . .  i had it    all    by   MYSELF,   really.      ❞                              she breathes,  sniffing rough as she pawed at her cheek a little bit,  trying to   FREE   it from blood   ---------   the wound wasn’t horrible.  it was just some stupid   NONSENSE.    she could have set them on fire herself but   . .   then she’d have to explain that.   shit.