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Don’t look for any redeeming qualities in me.
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spilledbrandy:
Don’t look for any redeeming qualities in me.
Nodding her head at the other woman’s answer, Elena put her homework away. She decided that it was far too late to attempt to study any further. She sighed as she waited for meg to be done. “Well. Then I guess I should just get these up for you then. How long are you going to be in town for?”
Meg handed the paper over to Elena and stood up again, ready to help put them up. “Thanks.” She sighed. “I don’t know, a week or two at the most, I don’t know how long it’s going to take Crowley to catch up.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Lucifer was kinder than he is.”
He sighed letting exasperation show on his face. “What do you want?”
Oh Katherine really did enjoy getting a reaction out of him, out of most people she met. The last five hundreds years or so had taught her to enjoy a little trouble. “Can I not come and visit my favorite Salvatore?”
ghostofamanlonggone;;
“Don’t look at me like that, didn’t you once say to me...I have the face of an angel.” Katherine smirked to herself, only all too amused.
Elena did as the other asked, turning around and looking at the former demon. She sighed as she handed the pen and paper over to Meg, taking a good look at her for the first time. “Are you sure you are okay, do you need a drink or some food or anything?”
Meg started drawing the sigils, it wasn’t going to take her long, but she wasn’t sure if someone was after her already...or rather, closing in. “I’m fine...I stole some guy’s wallet on the way here and bought myself some food...and don’t worry, I dumped the wallet before moving on.”
Elena pushed herself up from her own bed as she nodded her head. “Alright then. Remind me again how to do that? Preventing the supernatural is still something that has me on a learning curve.”
Meg wasn’t to go run to Elena for help and bring hell with her, since being cured of...what she was...her damn humanity was getting the better of her and she hated it. “You got paper and pen? I’ll show you what you need to know.”
“I thought the last time we talked, we agreed to hate each other. You’re in luck. Caroline is awol, so I have a spare bed here in the dorm.”
“You can still hate me if you want.” Meg shook her head, she shouldn’t care, she didn’t deserve it. “Lucky for me then.” She walked and sat herself down on the other bed without another word. I’m going to need to place wards around the room, at least for now.”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone. it’s a little late. Is everything okay?”
“I had nowhere else to go and most of hell on my ass.”
“My hair has always been this long.” Dean smirked at Meg. “I would of did something about not joining.. but crashing a party instead.” He turned to lay down on the bed.
Meg thought that this Dean, well he was one hell of an improvement. Seeing him like this made her smirk. “S’good look.” She grinned. “--this mean yo’re joining me for a drink? It ain’t no fun when a lady has to party alone.”
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mikaelsonblood:
“excuse me, princess. how the HELL did you even come back?”
“Hell is the right word for it,” Meg smirked. “--turns out I still have some business topside.”
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“Well, well.” Meg chuckled. “Look who finally decided to join the party, it’s good ta’ see ya’ Deano. Did ya’ do something different with your hair?”
open;;
“Well if you’re going to go all morality police on me, at least I gave him a proper burial.”
“okay but when i KILL someone, they’re supposed to STAY dead.”
“--well maybe you should try a little harder next time, ‘kay?”
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“Which time are we talkin’ about?”
open;;
“Please don’t tell me that we’re still on that. Build a bridge and get over it, sweetheart.”
“The first what?” Tatia bit her lip not liking the smirk on this woman’s face.
“Petrova, I have my own connections with the family.” She left it vague for now.