blood meridian

He quirked a brow, seemingly unfazed by her display. “How would I know? Rumor has it dad killed the last Knight when he ganked Abaddon, although… that’s not exactly accurate, is it?” He paused, thinking back to what his hunter companion had told him. “If there were only two left before dad ganked Abaddon, that must mean you’re Cain… Unless, of course, Crowley made more Knights.” He shrugged his shoulder as best as he could and gave a thin smile. “You don’t scare me, sweetheart, but I’ll give you an A+ for effort.” He paused, eying her curiously. “So, which is it? Are you Cain or a new Knight?”

"What does my fucking origin story matter?" she asked, tilting her head. "You should be wondering what I want from you, because, no matter how much I might want to for your condescending 'sweetheart' moniker, I'm not going to do so."

He rolled his eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m not afraid of you. You can’t possess me, unless your lot have figured out a way to get past the infamous tattoo. The worst you can do is cause a little pain and believe me, nothing you can do would hurt nearly as much as my father walking out on me a few times.” He paused, a smirk tugging briefly at his lips. “So… How about you take your little sideshow and go elsewhere before I exorcise you?” Really, though, he should do it anyways, just for the sake of releasing the poor girl and sending the demon right back where it belongs but on the other hand, he was curious as to what the demon had in store for him. Perhaps, he was just a sucker for punishment.

"You're not?" She snorted softly. "You should be." Aiden tilted her head as she listened to him for a moment, before chuckling yet again. "You really don't know, do you? You don't know what I am?" She reached her hand forward to hold him in a chokehold, pushing him against the wall. She got up close and personal, her face mere inches from his. "This poor girl? That's me." She tilted her head. "You think I'm just another run of the mill demon?" She shook her head. "I'm a Knight."

"You should probably get that looked at. Being a demonic scumbag isn’t good for your health." He advised, holding his ground. "If you want to use me to get to my father, you’re shit out of luck. I haven’t seen him in five years.

"Oh, look, the baby Winchester thinks he's so cool," she said, sidestepping around him with a smirk on her face. "And, I don't know about you, but I've never felt better," she added, a cruel air around her."Oh, no, no, no, this isn't about him. This is about you."

"I suppose that would depend entirely on what you’re looking for." Ben said quietly, eying her with amusement.

"Hmm. Well, then," she said, blinking once so that her eyes turned black. "How about we have a little chat, Ben?"

"Can I help you with somethin’?"

#v; the new cancer #tocatchawinchester

Aiden flicked her butterfly knife open and closed. "I don't know, can you?"

starter call!

#spn rp #supernatural rp #indie rp #indie rpg #open starter

achrxmxtic

”Ah….” He frowned, looking at the small flower. ”Ich dachte, ich sah sie es ablegen… Möchten Sie es…?”

#achrxmxtc #v; of the garrison

Aiden took the flower from him--she always did enjoy these small, human pleasantries.

"Es ist sehr schön,"

achrxmxtic

“Ja, das tue ich…”

#achrxmxtic #v; of the garrison

"Ich auch—

das ist nicht meins.”

iinaday-deactivated20160405

"You don’t have to…" he whispered. Bandage up his hands, he meant. He learned how to do it himself a while ago. Only way to stop from bleeding everywhere. Though if he didn’t frequently wash his hands, the wounds wouldn’t keep opening up.

#psychwxrd #v; of the garrison

"Just take a deep breath. It'll be okay." Aiden didn't need any explanation, any excuses, nothing. She had seen that he needed help, and she decided to help him. That was just that, and she didn't care who--or what--he might be. She just knew that he needed some help. And that's what she's supposed to do, right? Help?

achrxmxtic

“—Excuse me, frau, did you drop this?”