"What's better than a devil you don't know?"

Right now he was fighting with the eyeliner he so desperately wanted to wear. It had actually been the main thing he'd wanted in the first place. Blinking back tears as his eye watered he gasped as his bedroom door opened. He really thought he'd locked that. His face reddened, anxiety suddenly coursing through him as he looked up at his papa, fully expecting him to get mad.

"I uh.... Sorry I just wanted to.... uh..."

Mare had come in, looking for the Layla's make-up. Honestly, he'd just wanted to ask Paultin if he'd seen it. He hadn't expected to see Paultin on the floor using it.

Honestly, it didn't even cross his mind that Paultin would be concerned about him disapproving. At all.

"Hey, Layla's looking for that…I'm guessing you didn't ask first," he said, stepping in further and looking at the make-up.

"Also…this is not your color palette. You're gonna look like a ghoul, and not the cool kind."

He took out one of the make up wipes he'd taken too, trying to get the foundation off. Though it was a little stubborn.

"I don't really care as much about that.... I really wanted the eyeliner, but I keep hurting myself."

"You've seen your Uncle Chase with make-up, you've seen me with my stage make-up. Hell, I'm fairly certain you've seen Dante wearing some. Next time just ask, ok?"

He finished getting the make-up off, gathering up the cosmetics and standing back up. "Get your shoes, we're going shopping. And to find someone that can actually show you and not half-ass it like I do."

"Sorry Papa. I'll apologize to Layla. I promise," he assured.

"I know I've seen you guys with it and that was why I wanted to try, but at the same time I just....everyone tells.you it's not for guys, you know? Stage make up is one thing, but I kinda wanted to try it for school."

Right now he was fighting with the eyeliner he so desperately wanted to wear. It had actually been the main thing he'd wanted in the first place. Blinking back tears as his eye watered he gasped as his bedroom door opened. He really thought he'd locked that. His face reddened, anxiety suddenly coursing through him as he looked up at his papa, fully expecting him to get mad.

"I uh.... Sorry I just wanted to.... uh..."

Mare had come in, looking for the Layla's make-up. Honestly, he'd just wanted to ask Paultin if he'd seen it. He hadn't expected to see Paultin on the floor using it.

Honestly, it didn't even cross his mind that Paultin would be concerned about him disapproving. At all.

"Hey, Layla's looking for that…I'm guessing you didn't ask first," he said, stepping in further and looking at the make-up.

"Also…this is not your color palette. You're gonna look like a ghoul, and not the cool kind."

He took out one of the make up wipes he'd taken too, trying to get the foundation off. Though it was a little stubborn.

"I don't really care as much about that.... I really wanted the eyeliner, but I keep hurting myself."

It was a goddamned bloodbath out here…

There were so many wounded here. Too many. Sure, Danny wasn't the only medic on the field, but on the whole, there were only about four of them out here. That was nowhere near enough to help all the men that were injured.

Currently, the medic was dragging someone to a foxhole. He had to get the guy out of the range of fire before he could start trying to stop the bleeding.

— for Dante!

Dante had seen the hell and devastation of war several times now though the years, though he had to admit, as technology advanced, carnage and violence grew to new heights. Made his job that much more painstaking.

Another soul shone bright as the body was being dragged away, and he sighed. His own stolen uniform was ragged and covered in blood. He hated disguising himself like this, but he had to get close enough to the battlefield to usher souls, lest they wanted to linger forever. That simply wouldn't do.

"Hey! Hey wait, grab that one over there, but this one already gone!" He called, shouting over the artillery fire.

"What do you need? I have my orders!" He did....technically. Just not from the same people the doctor did.

"Listen to me, all these men are as good as dead. Your best bet is to get the hell out of here." He could see their death dates. The few left alive had minutes left.

She'd tried a few times to get ahold of David, but to no avail. The thought of doing this alone though....it was suicide. She knew that much. Listening to her soulmate's voicemail for the million time, she huffed a sigh.

"You have to be fucking kidding me...." She muttered. It didn't help that she had felt like there were eyes on her since she'd gotten to town. This whole place felt wrong. Made her skin crawl.

Realizing there was a stranger at the next table, she sighed.

"Sorry.....for my language. Just....rough day I guess."

— Metis from Onyx

The Wiccan gave a nod and a friendly smile.

"No need to apologize," he said, glancing at her notes. "You one of those urban myth hunters or someone that's actually interested in legends."

He was here for ingredients. Wendigos, while problematic, certainly had parts that were useful for certain spells.

"Have you seen any of them before? Wendigos I mean," she breathed, a shiver running down her spine as she remembered the last time she'd faced them. She almost didn't make it.

"They uh..... I hear they're extremely dangerous."

Everything changed. The world was louder. More crowded. People carried their phones in a pocket, and cars just looked…strange. Maybe that was just him, though.

But in the few days, he'd seen a familiar face in one of the papers (thank god those were still a thing) and had immediately set out for Brooklyn.

— Danny for Steve

In his down time, since he barely slept, Steve often spent his time exercising. This morning was no different. He was up with the sun, deciding to go for a jog in the local park. It was a routine he did almost every morning.

He had barely lost his breath. Never even broke a sweat as he sped around the paved sidewalk that circled the park.

That was, until he saw a familiar face that made him come to a pause. What the....?

He had seen some strange things, but...

"I uh...." He looked like he'd seen a ghost as he came to a stop.

"Doc?" Was he dreaming?

"You.. you're okay? How did....? What happened?" He asked, moving closer. Suddenly, without thinking, Steve pulled the other into a hug. Having to be careful not to hug him too tight.

He supposed that was at least one thing off his conscience.

It probably shouldn't have been, but when the first person he saw when he came back was someone with a few screws loose and some kind of save the planet mission going on, he wasn't expecting to be welcomed back so warmly by his former unit leader.

He hesitated before wrapping his own arms around Steve. Honestly, for him it had really only been a few days. There was the space between, but that was mostly a blur of color, emotions, and thoughts.

"You don't wanna know, believe me," he said with a laugh. "I told you I had some crazy family members, that's about all I think I need to say."

"There's a lot of things I've come to understand. Even more that I don't, I think, but I know there's a lot more out there than I thought." He hadn't meant to be forward in hugging him. It had been more out of shock than anything.

"Sorry, just.... A lot to take in. Have you had breakfast yet? Maybe we could talk."

Tonight though, he'd been visited in his dreams by a familiar face. One he was never too keen on seeing. The Raven Queen. The bed jostled as the bard sat straight up with a cry. Immediately though, he started to cough and gag. He swung his legs over the side and got up, heading for the bathroom. His hands gripped the sink tight as a couple black feathers fell to the white porcelain.

For once Simon had been exhausted enough to fall right to sleep once he was in bed. The sound of his boyfriend waking up suddenly with a cry startled Simon awake. Immediately he became defensive and looked for the threat, but only saw Paultin running towards the bathroom.

After a moment, Simon ventured his way there and leaned against the outside of the bathroom. "Hey Paultin, are you okay, sweetheart? Are you sick?"

"I'm fine. I... I promise. Just a nightmare," he muttered, running a bit of water in the sink that he splashed onto his face.

"Sometimes I get....get them. This....entity I...." He didn't know how to explain without sounding absolutely insane.

Everything changed. The world was louder. More crowded. People carried their phones in a pocket, and cars just looked…strange. Maybe that was just him, though.

But in the few days, he'd seen a familiar face in one of the papers (thank god those were still a thing) and had immediately set out for Brooklyn.

— Danny for Steve

In his down time, since he barely slept, Steve often spent his time exercising. This morning was no different. He was up with the sun, deciding to go for a jog in the local park. It was a routine he did almost every morning.

He had barely lost his breath. Never even broke a sweat as he sped around the paved sidewalk that circled the park.

That was, until he saw a familiar face that made him come to a pause. What the....?

He had seen some strange things, but...

"I uh...." He looked like he'd seen a ghost as he came to a stop.

"Doc?" Was he dreaming?

"You.. you're okay? How did....? What happened?" He asked, moving closer. Suddenly, without thinking, Steve pulled the other into a hug. Having to be careful not to hug him too tight.

He supposed that was at least one thing off his conscience.

"Come on Mare, dammit, pick up...." He muttered as his gaze went back to the road.

Mare answered the phone a few rings in, bouncing Gemma on his hip. "Hey, what's up?"

Dean sighed, Mare was right. This was a dumbass idea, but he didn't have any better ones.

"Alright I'll see you there. Thank you. I just.....I can't believe I'm saying this, but your family and Bobby are about the only people I trust right now. Sam's gone of the fucking deep end. I'll talk to you about this in person though. I'll be here in about half an hour. I just crossed the state line," Dean informed him before the line went dead.

Gemma squirmed a little in Mare's hold, protesting whatever was taking her father so long. She was hungry, and he was being slow.

Jasper sat perched on the headboard, shaking his feathers out, then squawking at his brother, perfectly content to exist as an annoyance for a long while.

He wasn't so much mad that Paultin had made the choice. It was more so that Paultin hadn't even warned him before hand, or hell, told him right after through their bond.

Fucking asshole.

"Please. I'm sorry okay? I was a dick, and I should have told you before I ever did it, but would you really have let me go through with it if I had?"