everybody sins

An argument's brewing within her, "Easier said than done when I can feel him glaring a hole into the side of my face", but it doesn't reach the outside world because this isn't Xaden she's talking to— it's Liam. The man Xaden's hired to follow her everywhere she goes. If she's squeezing her quill harder than she was five seconds ago, her knuckles turning pale white against it now, she won't be drawing attention to that fact. "What're you working on today?" Her attention now split perfectly between Professor Devera and Liam's woodcarving. It's easily her favorite part of the day, seeing what he comes up with. "And what will their name be?"

liam's eyes were glued to his task for some time, prompting his hands and attention to keep busy for a bit in an attempt to ground himself. once he had regained his calm despite barlowe's looming presence in the room, he blinked up to keep up with the lesson as he continued to multi-task. at violet's question, his fingers paused abruptly, as if his mind wanted to choose carefully about what to say. he was actively trying to earn her trust. he didn't want her to assume he treated her as a task he had to complete. " it's a— feathertail, " liam said casually as he lifted the wooden figurine to show the progress he had made so far to violet. it was still missing a few key details ; the signature curves and markings that would reveal it as andarna.

When he puts it like that—— her shoulders relax. A little. Mira always said she should never let her guard down completely. "You sure about that?" asked in a teasing, whispered voice. "We don't know what his signet is yet."

liam tilted his head, unable to disagree with her. he reached for his pocket knife to continue his carving under the table in an effort to relax. he took a deep breath, keeping his voice collected despite the storm in his mind as he whispered, " well, it's definitely not eye-fucking. so— chill out and pay attention to class. "

"——— Because whispering helps me keep my temper in check and Barlowe's been smirking over here this entire class." Violet pauses to jot another note down, then: "Look at him, Liam. That's not his usual seat."

" well, it's not like he can kill you with his smirk, so just—, " glancing over at barlowe, he shoots his a glance, ignoring his own advice before blinking back at violet. " ignore him. "

Liam ”It‘s been. My honor.” Mairi

SAM CLAFLIN as Finnick Odair in THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE (2013), dir. Francis Lawrence

"Then transfer it," because fuck knows Dean isn't going to do it himself, Cain must have some kind of say in the process still, "and I don't mean to some random fucking---- innocent asshole walking around." She rolls up the sleeve on her left arm and points, "Give it to me. I'm a lot smarter than he is, I can take that weight on. Let him go back to his family."

" trust me, i would, but you're not eligible, " he remarked with a hint of disappointment, dismissing her offer so quickly as if he had already considered it ... or attempted it before.

Anael’s farewell in Destiny’s Child (15x13): Best of SPN Ladies [344 / ?]

SPN HIATUS CREATIONS 2018 // Week Twelve ➤ Season 13 angels –  Anael 

Her expression softened considerably as her older sister continued and she looked down for a moment before nodding. "I apologize. Sometimes I am...a bit too much like Michael. You are saving lives. I know that more than most seeing as I am the one that is meant to reap them -- and I do not fault you for it. Should...should you choose to ever join a crusade or don a suit of armor, I could teach you some of what I know. Until then, we can agree to disagree on this. I...I do appreciate what you are doing for them though. Humanity, that is."

" don't strain yourself, " voice cut through words that appeared so genuine on the surface, and perhaps, they might have been. but for anael, words were merely words. they meant nothing. " i don't need your apology— or your validation. " she elaborated, what seemed to be words that ought to comfort and lift the weight off of azrael were equally sharp and cutting as they echoed in the space between them. " i was just offering friendly advice, " she said with a small shrug, a trace of solemnity threading through her voice. " clearly you don't need it... so, my lesson here is learned. "

"No," practically hissed at him between clenched teeth, "because the people who love him aren't going to let it get that far." She didn't bother asking how Cain could find any humor in this situation- Dean had asked for the mark, after all, but the judgement was still there on her face. "Now I know you've been around for centuries blah blah blah-" throwing his words back at him, she was feeling petty right now, "but did you ever bother asking for help? From a witch maybe? Someone who knew about curses? What they were dealing with?"

" did i ever ask for help? " words cut through the silence, a bitter laugh dying in his throat. " no, i wanted to see what a few millennia of agony might do to my character development first. " a pause, as cain gathered his calm before he answered, words coming out sincere, honest. " i've read every book in every language, i've tried every spell, hell— i even bargained with demons for my own soul — there's nothing. " eyes darkened as a quiet finality settled in. " the mark can't be destroyed. it can only be transferred. "

𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 / @unna7ural with cain.

" please — go ahead, waste more of my time, miss summers, " he invited, tone laced with vexed sarcasm. " it's not like we're in the middle of an investigation of a possible serial killer. i'm sure that can wait while you explain your — what is it, a hobby— obsession with dead bodies? " it was clear from his choice of words ; he didn't think she was behind the killings ... a rather unconventional stance for a detective to take on. but there was so much masking in him, he wanted parts himself — especially his impeccable instincts to shine through at any point regardless of the personas he adopted.