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i looked and there before me was a pale horse. its rider was named death, and hell was following close behind them.

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   He doesn’t always resort to wandering around in the evenings — the day is full of traffic and people wandering aimlessly — but he prefers the peace and serenity it offers on most days.

   It’s only chance yet again that he’s in the same town as his vessels brother, he hasn’t got much better things to do than check up on the Winchester. Not that he cares much for him; it was more of a promise to Sam. The Devil keeps his promises.Though when he is interrupted by an unfamiliar voice, he pauses, he turns to the source.

   ”It depends on what you mean by here?” Of course he could answer with California, but he didn’t know much more than that.

   ”Los Angeles, I think.” Then again, he’d seen the sign for it hours ago. Who knew if they were still there. He looks back to her; something was off. “What are you?” Smooth.

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   "I mean by here." It's Earth, at least, if he's not lying -- which can't be ruled out. Nothing's seemed malevolent yet. Then, most things don't at first.

     Well. He's blunt, which might help. "What are you?" She'd like her own answers before giving out her own -- if she does. Getting off of this world seems the best idea, with the neverending itch under her skin. "A name would work."

[izvicious]

There’s no hell more harsh than a memory.

(via izvicious)

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   Maybe next time taking up Silas' offer of being escorted back to Earth would be worth taking up, if it meant she ended up on the right one.

     Everything feels wrong. It's nothing truly noticeable, but she's constantly looking out of the corner of her eye and there's an oil-slick feeling under her skin that won't leave. Skulking through shadows -- she's not sure why this is the best idea, but she does it anyway -- she reads wavelengths, taps her fingers against old stones, looks for messages left behind.

     Something twists in the air, and she follows it, hood pulled low. There's a man stood there, tall, obscured somewhat by shadow -- but there's something there that feels supernatural in nature.

     She clears her throat. "Hello," a moment, "do you know where this is?"

[xkobalt-deactivated20140104]

Everyone spoke highly of her, Kobalt didn’t see the appeal. “Snarky and sarcastic, totally my type.”

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     She doesn't know what snarky means, but asking would just make it worse. "I would hope not."

[theflowersaroundyou]

Bryony didn’t turn around; he was far too busy trying to concentrate. But… but, for some reason, the leaves were changing, dying even more and his expression turned to that of panic. “I… I’m trying to save them,” he murmured as his fingers danced along the petals, trying to force them back to life.

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   She doesn't know quite how to break it to them, but -- they remind her of Cahethal for a moment, and she pushes the thought aside -- it seems worse to let them carry on. "It will not work." A moment. "While I am here, at least." They'd seemed to be doing a fine job before she had turned up.

[bunney]

what doesn’t kill me should’ve tried harder

[aseaofquotes]

Austin Grossman, Soon I Will be Invincible

[theflowersaroundyou]

He’s having a staring contest with a leaf. Bryony doesn’t care that he looks ridiculous, he’s just very intent on changing every orange and red leaf back to their natural and perfect green. It’s a laborious task, but someone has to do it.

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   -- there's something distinctly not-human about this being, and though Samhain can't name it exactly, it's enough to make her curious. Souls slipped away to other -- better is the wrong word -- places, she steps over to them carefully, grass dying under her feet. The leaves suffer much the same. Death had such an effect. "What are you doing?"

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[ screams gently WHO WANTS 2 COME THREAD I UPDATED ABOUT AND GUIDELINES PLS OBLIGATORY QUESTION MARK ???? ]

[xkobalt-deactivated20140104]

     ”You’re no fun.” Why would she be, he had to ask himself. “Is that a threat?” Funnily enough not the first one he’d had today.

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   Ignoring his first comment -- she hears it enough on revel nights --she inclines her head. "It could be."

[ocean-breeze-and-honeybees]

[engramx]

"I thought —”

— he doesn’t know what he thought anymore. It’s slipped away, and he doesn’t feel like he can try and reach it. Shaking his head, he glances down, looks back up at her. “I thought I recognized you.”

Never fucking mind. There are a lot of people he thinks he recognizes — Andras, he thinks his name is, and the demon of drowning from the second circle, and he doesn’t know her name — but he doesn’t, he never does. “Silas.”

His head still feels strange, in ways he can’t fucking begin to explain. “Samhain like the human holiday?” There are souls that require his attention, but he wants to speak to her.

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   A moment. "More or less." The human before -- she still doesn't know what happens to their souls -- her idea of death had been closer to Pagan than others before. It isn't the worst name they've had.

     She's probably getting off topic.

     "We--" this probably isn't the write thing to do, "-- may have met." It's more than may have, but that isn't important. It is. It isn't.

     Fuck. "I meet a lot of beings. It is easy to forget." God, that's still the completely wrong thing. "I cannot remember them all."

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how do you feel about [gunshots] WHAT [small fire starts in corner of the room] SHIT I LEFT THE OVEN ON [screams] [falls through the floor]

[engramx]

— everything feel like it’s flashing, somehow, pieces of disconnected images managing to get through, and if he looks away from her he thinks he might forget and he doesn’t want to forget —

She meets his gaze, and the world snaps back to him.

Fuck. What the fuck was he thinking about?

He’s dropped his fucking whip, anyhow, let it slip from suddenly frozen hands to the floor. Jumping from the ledge — it’s not that fucking high — he drops to the floor, picks it up, finds his eyes returning to her again. The fuck is she? Some reaper?

Might as well fucking find out — something feels like it’s slithering against his skull, and he doesn’t know what it is making him feel like this, but maybe it’s something to do with her. If he said he wasn’t curious enough to want to see, he’d be lying. He shifts his whip to rest against his shoulder, wanders closer. “Have we —” everything seems slightly out of focus, somehow, “— met?”

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   Barely glancing at his whip -- she'd have armour enough to dull one or two strikes before she could draw her weapon -- she meets his eyes and keeps any unease off her face.

     "No," she says carefully, because -- she's not completely sure why but alerting him to the fact that something's changed is probably a poor idea. "You were looking at me."

                    She feels sick.

     "My name is Samhain." He'd known her name before -- and tried to kill her, but that seems to have vanished. "And yours?"

[engramx]

Torture is so much more fun when you can sit down for it.

Felix is torturing Belial again, carving runes into him — he can hear the screams over all the rest. He is sitting on a ridge, lashing a flaming whip at any souls who try and scramble away from the flames, flicking his wrist and leaving harsh marks down them. Fucking wimps. Shouldn’t have sold themselves if they couldn’t handle the heat.

He is so fucking glad that he started working here, because flaming whips are fucking metal.

Flicking one back into the cluster of demons it ran from, he smirks, looks down, surveys everything else. New souls turn up here more and more — humans have everything to sell their souls for, these days — but it’s always nice to see the next victim before they get too damaged. Pausing, he narrows his eyes, seeks them out —

(there were swords and blood and so much dark hair and andras with his snake eyes and lucifer, sanguine gaze filled with hatred, demons and reapers and death and he doesn’t know how he forgot — )

— he cannot stop staring.

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   Souls coming to the Pit always somehow manage to be less enthusiastic about spending eternity there once they see it.

     Still, they made the deal, this is where they go -- she holds her hands open, and they're forced downwards, scratching at her palms. Something feels like it's touching the inside of her skull, and she looks up.

     -- Silas is staring at her.

     It doesn't seem malevolent, truthfully -- confused is the wrong word, but it's the closest she can get. There's an uneasy feeling in her chest, but she meets his gaze, regardless. It isn't -- she doesn't know exactly (she knows who) what happened to make them stop fighting, but she knows they did and there is very little chance any of them wanted to. And it would be impolite to look away.

     -- she keeps her sword in its sheath.

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too late [frick u we threaded on fb which means i can do this]

   silas.

          you are not being paranoid, i promise. it was not your fault it was not the worst may be over.

          i tried to fix it i am we will hopefully meet again.

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[ yahweh and the holy spirit give shit birthday presents pass it on ]