#thelittlestendless

punk-teen-moriarty

consulting-jim-moriarty

parkerparkour

thelittlestendless

9. Drunk voice mail

He picked up the phone, dialing the number that he thought was Crowley’s.  Then again, if he thought long and hard about it, any number could technically be Crowley’s so long as he directed where the call went.  But at this point, the angel wasn’t thinking straight - and neither was the call.  He barely listened to the answering tone, not quite getting that it was a voice he didn’t really recognize or that it was female.  And then the ‘beep’ came.  “Oy, Crawly, y’there, mate?”  His words were slurred, obviously drunk.  “Dear, when did you become a lady?  I heard it.  I heard a lady on the phone.  Why … Why aren’t you talking back?  That’s very rude, you know.”  The conversation continued - even if it was one-sided - until there was a second beep and the angel pulled back, staring down at the phone quite confused.  ” … Buggah hung up on me.”

Its Delirium. Thank you, though. -Im saying this with a straight face but I laughed quite a lot internally-

1. A kiss

Can’t say you’re my usual type, but hey, no harm in a few kisses, eh~?

jedigal125

the-end-of-timey

aldrovanda

Yidhra had been reassembling her dream realm, fixing the infection that had dared to try and enslave her, when she stumbled across something quite unexpected.

It was an aviary made of human bone, with bubble butterflies and glass spiders crawling across the floor and flying through the air. The birds seemed to be made out of an assortment of candy, and the trees themselves were made out of such bright pastels that Yidhra had to look away.

At first, she had thought this was merely the dream of a sweet toothed child suffering from early onset insanity. But there was something....familiar about it.

Welcoming, and also dangerous. Strange, yet seemingly sensible once you spent enough time in it.

A name started to  creep up the back of her mind, but it wasn't until she spotted a woman with hair in variations of fiery colors sitting next to a dog on a bench made entirely of gum wrappers that she remembered.

The brightest smile Yidhra had had in days crested over her face and she waved a hand to get the girl's attention,

Wade never liked meditating. Going into the vast depths of his very broken mind usually meant remembering things he didn't want to remember, and that's when the septic scent wouldn't get out of his nose.

But, currently, he was waiting for a mark to make contact, and he was a day early. So, katana balanced  on his knees, Wade closed his eyes and tried to find inner peace.

What he saw when he opened his eyes was anything but. A world of contrasts and colors. He could hear shapes and see noises.

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