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Jaybird! Happy New Year, buddy!

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Harper.
Jaybird! Happy New Year, buddy!
&&. deadmxnwalking
she's been a bit cold to him, she knows that. it isn't as if she's trying to bite with every word that leaves her lips, she just doesn't know what to make of this. of them; but he's lying out on that couch and the draft that passes through the bedroom is enough to chill her, even amongst numerous blankets, and so she finds herself padding soft, bare feet out toward the living room, one of the large cotton spreads in hand.
when she speaks, her voice hardly breaches the room, a bit of a nervous stammer she'd never been known for laying uneasily on her tone. she knows he's heard her, if the slight raise of his brow is any indication.
❛ it's suppose to drop down into the thirties tonight. i thought you could use this. ❜
they'd been walking along both sides of the train tracks, nothing but the sound of the earth crunching beneath their boots. after all the darkness they've endured since the world ended, it wasn't exactly easy trying to get acquainted with people. she could feel that they were both unsure of each other, but despite that they knew how slim the odds of surviving all alone was ( and maggie had no intention to die anytime soon. )
lips press hard together before finally allowing a sigh to part, her gaze shifting over to where he was walking. there was no way they'd last long if they didn't take the chance on one another.
" ------ have you been 'lone long? "
{ Lips are PRESSED together, held in placed by simple c o n d e m n a t i o n in it's purest form. This guy LINGERS on the line tip of both insanity && brilliance, so i d e a l l y that it's concerning. Finally, words LEAVE his subtly charred edge. }
❝ You have NO idea how d a n g e r o u s this is, do you—? At least make it count.❞
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Old Wounds || Closed
❝A∂ ℓιgαη∂υм єσѕ ραяιтєя єσѕ cσяαм мє.❞
The words slide from his tongue, spoken with bitter disappointment and utter resolution. A tone as conflicted as the battle that rages therein.
❝Tє ιηνσcσ αρяσ ƒυη∂υѕ ιηƒєяηι.❞
He knows no other way of finding him. With Grace dwindling, his resources depleted and his permission to walk the earth diminished to but a fleeting visitation as granted by his kin - Castiel is out of options. Summoning is his last resort. Candles and sigils and bloodied bones of sacrificial creatures spread before him.
❝Aттєηяσвєη∂υм єσѕ, α∂ cσηѕιєη∂яυм, α∂ ℓιgαη∂υм єσѕ, ρσтιтєя єт ѕσℓνєη∂υм, єт α∂, cσηgяєgσηтυм єσѕ, 'cσяαм мє.❞
He must speak with him. He must see. He must know if it is true.
❝...Eт α∂ cσηgяєgαη∂υм...єσѕ cσяαм мє.❞
Don't come, Dean. Please don't come.