#c;aspen

[illusorymaverick]

Maverick had enough time to shower and look at least semi presentable before he went down to the parkade to decide which car he was going to drive tonight. He went with his black 2018 ford mustang GT, it was his newest car and one of his more fun ones to drive. It didn’t take long for him to get to the address that Aspen had gave him and walked up to her door with a firm knock.

@acpsn

[aspenxxwinchester]

Self para | closed.

Aspen was in the shop, she was in a particularly good mood - she hadn’t been sad necessarily but her mood was still low from her disappointing news. However, she had a bit of a pep in her step today, and just felt more at bliss. The blonde was humming, arranging some of the flowers in the place when she heard the bell ring as someone came in and she looked up with a smile after she finished watering some of the plants. “Hello, we have a 45% off sale from now until fathers day. Do you need help with anything?” she asked, the man smirked and he approached her. He was a shorter man, in a black suit and he shook his head. “You, darling.” he spoke in a Scottish accent and she raised a brow, instantly wary. “What do you want with me..” she asked, her hand going under the counter to grab at an angel blade. “Don’t worry, princess - i’m not here to harm you, leave the blade in it’s place. I’m sure moose would have my head if I even breathed wrong on you.” Aspen was confused, her brows furrowed as she set the watering catty down. “Moose?” she asked. “Yes, Moose. Sam as he is better known as.” Her jaw instantly clenched, she took a step back and she shook her head. “Who are you, and what in the hell do you want?” the blonde asked and the cross roads demon returned a smile at her reaction. “I told you, love, you. As I understand it, you are thr grandchild of Liam Mctaggart?” Her head was swimming, how was it so many people knew so much about her and she didn’t speak with anyone outside of her new family she married into, and Cait. “Do NOT talk about him.,” she was still not over his death, this strange man hit a nerve. “Easy, easy - retract the claws, kitten. Liam was my great, great, grandson.” Aspen’s mouth dropped, she didn’t know what to say. This man hardly looked old enough, he was in his 40s at the oldest at least physically. “Wh..” she trailed off. “Yes I know, who would have thought Moose would end up being in the family, but what can I do.” he sighed and then she shook her head. “Who are you? What are you?” Aspen demanded. “Me? Oh, i’m offended. Name’s Crowley. Cross roads demon, ex king of hell. Bestie of Dean.” Her heart nearly stopped, she ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. “No... I can’t, I can’t come from demons. There is no way.” she shook her head again and sat down, rubbing her palms together. “Oh not only that, you come from a powerful line of witches. My mother, Rowena, she’s a huge reason the darkness was released and that was just the tip of the ice berg - think of what you could do, with this.” he conjured the book of the damned into his hands, holding it up. “This book can beat nearly anything you come across, and my mother is an insufferable bitch who deserves nothing.” he tossed it, Aspen caught it and glanced down to the book but once she looked back up, he was gone in a puff of red smoke. She was left confused, looking around the shop as her mind raced at a million miles a minute it seemed.

[sbjct7]

         “So, if I promise to be a good girl,                                 can we go to Disney World next month?”

              “I'll even volunteer to help you out at work if I must.”

[subjectevelyn]

               She sends the beautifully wrapped package by mail instead of delivering it herself, it isn't that she didn't feel the need to but more due to the fact that she's more likely to be spotted if she delivered it in person.

                           The package is covered with gold gift wrap that had taken her ages to find and even longer to wrap so perfectly.  It was constant trial and error when it came to Evelyn and wrapping presents, it was her first time after all.

                The small rectangular box contained many small things that Evelyn had picked herself; a sterling silver necklace with a diamond outlined dachshund charm and a white scarf patterned with purple dachshund's.

        Beneath those lay a thick envelope that contained two photographs and two tickets tucked inside a card Evelyn had clearly made herself with a crookedly drawn Elvis covered in white and black glitter. Inside she wrote:

                                      “Merry Christmas, Miss Riley!

                hope you're having a wonderful one with your sausage dogs.

       I wasn't really allowed out much to get your gifts but, it took me a while                                    to find ones that you would actually like.

                          And the tickets are for that upcoming car show,                               I remembered how much you love cars so                                  I figured that would be a groovy choice.

                                  The pictures weren't my idea, I swear.

                                           They were Mister Giovanni's.

                   He's so proud because I recently started private school                    and I get extra tutoring too along with my music lessons.

                  Anyways, those were the only two pictures that turned out                                 nicely and he has them framed everywhere;                                     I guess he thought you'd like them too.

                                    Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!                                                               Love, Evelyn”