May 10, 2018
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unnamed meme | AcceptingHONESTLY an old post i put in my wishlist tag: “Jon becomes “in-laws” with the owner of the dog that Porthos decides to knock up.”
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✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character
unnamed meme | AcceptingHONESTLY an old post i put in my wishlist tag: “Jon becomes “in-laws” with the owner of the dog that Porthos decides to knock up.”
enduringcaptain replied to your post: //Crowley’s just side-eyeing all the...
I approve of Daddy Crowley
Gooooood, cause Crowley would’ve had to punish Jack if he didn’t. ;)
@enduringcaptain continued from x
michael, for a moment, resembled the angel equivalent of ‘did i fucking stutter?’ with a somber gaze that slowly faded back to emotional nothingness. “ adoptive, of course. for despite your biological particularities... ” - michael, you can say he’s an alien, you can do it - “ nephilims are strictly forbidden. ”
jack’s surprise wasn’t exactly unexpected, but michael thought his fondness - cold, he knew, knew too well how little he could actually express or convey - but still, he would have thought to have made the situation clear.
apparently not.
“ i have... a selection of children if you wish. with physical traits similar to ours. i know humans are peculiar when it comes to their descendants. ”
he reached his hand out to jack, giving him the choice of coming with him see these children or changing his mind.
@enduringcaptain punched their way through the thing
“ well mah boys there are sayin’ a very funny story ‘bout ta fact ye didn’ want’a stay dead when they killed ye. an’ clearly, now a’ need ta find what ta do with ye. ”
enduringcaptain a réagi à votre billet : @enduringcaptain is the best boi
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//*kicks door down* Abner finding baby solider! Jack though. He ends up protecting the young solider, despite the boy wanting nothing to do with him. Jack spitting out curses toward God, Blaming God for everything bad that has happened. Hating everything God has created, not believing in angels. Then Abner ends up getting badly injured while protecting Jack. Then Jack sees his wings and starts to cry, bc this angel saved him.
The first time Abner sees his newly appointed charge ( he had always been a sentry, so even after centuries in the dungeon, it’s still a strange concept to him ), something in the child haunts him. It’s a look, a gleam Abner knows all too well. Not only the eyes of a soldier, but the eyes of one who has seen way too much already. He sees his soul too; it’s the first time since the dungeon his heart breaks.
If he was already going to carry out his duty, it becomes suddenly more personal. This child brings back memories of an old friend, brings back a pain he’s well acquainted with and a bitterness of war the guardian doesn’t like. If he can’t intervene in the other’s life, he can protect him.
So he tries.
When he’s outed the first time, Jack’s reaction is predictable. Abner saw it coming, so he takes the storm without flinching, letting to the other a chance to unwind, to curse, to punch his chest if he wants, making sure his angelic nature doesn’t break his fists if he ends up doing it.
Most humans don’t believe in God.He can’t really blame them.
The angels failed in protecting them, he knows that much, he remembers the mission that was given to them so long ago, which many forgot or ignored. He smiles in comprehension, and is patient, even if something he appears more scolding than he should.
It’s probably where he becomes more involved than a guardian angel should.
It’s probably why he doesn’t keep to the sidelines, watching.
Jack is much older when Abner refuses to see his charge die. It’s a demon. It’s not the normal course of action a human life should take. It’s not another human, it’s not an accident, it’s an evil Abner can fight physically. One he does fight. One he kills. Being a sentry doesn’t mean he never knew how to fight, but it’s been a while he did and if he is dirty in his fighting style sometimes, it doesn’t save him from a wound.
And when Jack cries, he just raises his hand to his cheek and smiles reassuringly. He won’t die ( he’s not entirely sure about that, but he’s trying to heal himself ), it’s alright. Everything will be alright. The angel doesn’t hold grudges. Jack’s lack of faith wouldn’t have kept him from protecting him. Seeing him alive and well, unharmed, it relieves him, calms him.
Being a guardian angel isn’t that bad after all.
@enduringcaptain continued from x
lumière, though not saying it, was grateful for the flat palms, more comfortable on his feet now that he knew he wouldn't randomly tumble on the ground. he was flexible, swift and agile, even despite the metal body, but still, an accident could so easily happen.
he was, however, slightly taken aback by the reaction. he was used to fear, to being thrown things, to screams or fainting. the other's apparent curiosity was actually... strange.
he looked down pensively at the thumb touching his coat, or rather the hard and cold sculpture of his coat, then looked back up.
" the same, majesté. " rare were the times lumière was left speechless, but he usually didn't have to talk with others that weren't cursed. " a shame. people are rather hilarious when screamin' about in fear. " gold lips curved upward. " but dis is a nice change still. "
He didn't normally treat Crowley to delicious things but when he did, it was for his own amusement more than for the Hellhound's enjoyment. The King of Hell walked past the demons, who were cleaning the floors, a spoon and peanut butter in his hands. He made note to give the others a treat but at the moment, his main focus was his hound that he had ever since he was a chubby and fluffy pup. Approaching Crowley, Jack scooped some peanut butter on the spoon and shoved it into the hound's mouth.
Crowley had been stretching out on his bed when he heard whispers of the King roaming their halls. He never did that for no reason. Why else would the King of Hell walk among kennels and dirt? Crowley’s kennel was a bit less medieval, given he was able to perform the shift and preferred to sleep as civilised as possible.
Hearing his King approaching, he leapt off the bed and sat outside by the door, ready to greet him when he stuffed a spoon into his mouth. He swallowed around it, his tongue trying to work around the spoon.