#fourthorsemen

[plaguebind]

@fourthorsemen / death sent : "look at you, you're gorgeous."

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 in such a state ( working, and overtime at that ). but weren't they a fool to be surprised? their colleague strolled every street he visited these days ; these last years of striking terror into mortal hearts. divinity in its most heinous, its most terrible ... pestilence must impart that righteous judgement so that god could love them, the humans in all their SPLENDOR AND ATROCITY.

they'd even penned this plague by their budding partnership the black death. long suffered feelings GNAWED betwixt his ribs to hear of it. and still ... he felt stripped bare before them, to be glimpsed in any state but perfect, pristine, put together. black seeped from a fully dark gaze and traveled in rivulets down their cheeks, hood thrown back and hair mussed. equally dark fingertips rose to tuck a loose strand, self conscious. THE BLACK OF THEIR HANDS HAD SPREAD to usurp their forearms, veins standing out against his flesh in monstrous fashion.

' don't be ridiculous ... ' breathless and brimming with emotion.

[jchnwinchester]

@fourthorsemen asked: "this is do or die."

↬ YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO / accepting

Even John .. with everything he had seen, with everything he had done .. had a limit. And this limit, right here, right now? Was that he wasn't going to be stupid enough to fuck around with Death. Besides, Death was a natural state of the universe. And he had no beef with them.

"You know how ironic it is to hear that comin' from someone like you?" Yet he's still John Winchester about it. The only thing lacking here was a gun pointed straight at the entity. "What are you talkin' about?"

[nightmdic-a]

There’s a light wave granted to the elderly woman departing from the clinic, soft smile present in her features. It was a rather simple patient for her - someone with a upper respiratory who she gave quite the tea and some medication to, and bam! Feeling much better in mere moments. A simple miracle, really.

Dark brows lightly rise at the curious person approaching, head granting a light tilt. “Oh, hello! Do you need any help with anything?”

@fourthorsemen

[plaguebind]

@fourthorsemen / death sent : ❛ i wanna be gone. i wanna run so far, i'd beat the morning. ❜

𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 and entirely of its own volition, palm settling against the other's chest. the gesture shocks him, heart jumping in answer, but they don't yet break away. ' then run ! who could stop you? ' words breathless, a glint to their eyes of deepest VOID. fingertips curl inward against the fabric beneath them ; a lifeline, ready to clutch.

' we could run together - ' it leaps from the tip of their tongue before it can be bitten back. his other palm comes to rest upon death's cheek.

[deathangeled]

they  aren't  there  one  moment,  but  the  next  second  they  are. no  matter  when  azrael  had  decided  to  seek  her  out,  @fourthorsemen  would  always  know  they  were  coming. hands  slide  into  the  pockets  of  their  jacket, just for something to do with them. they  look  more  uncomfortable  than  normal,  but  it  doesn't  stop  them  from  saying,  ❛  i  heard  that  pestilence  is  retiring. ❜  they  don't  like  to  talk  about  anything  but  the  job,  not  with  anyone  but  abaddon. still,  the  two  of  them  are  close,  are  they  not  ?

[plaguebind]

@fourthorsemen / death sent : ❛ the moment i knew i'd no choice but to love you. ❜

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 and straight back to the newspaper, flipping the page over ... obituaries. hilarious. ' oh? and what moment was that? ' were they equipped and ready to hold this grudge another century? of course ! it had nearly been one already ; what's one more? and yet - a traitorous rosy flush tints his cheeks, heartbeat tripping over itself.

[plaguebind]

@fourthorsemen / death sent : "so how long are you going to avoid me?"

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖  𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍, lips  pursed.   some  gnawing  little  feeling  took  up  root  between  his  ribs  and  twisted.    '  i  rather  thought  ETERNITY  would  suffice.  '    their  voice  was  a  low  rumble,  like  the  drone  of  a  hive.    '  the  beauty  of  being  retired,  you know   ...   no  more  coworkers.  '    a  lie.   they'd  seen  war  just  last  week,  and  pollution  was  undoubtedly  ruining  their  penthouse  this  very  moment.   but   -   they  were  different.   this  was   ...   well,  death.

[rideinflames]

@fourthorsemen has  always  been  there  and  always  will  be. that,  more  than  anything  else  in  the  universe,  was  the  natural  order  of  things. the  way  humans  feared  them  would  make  sense  had  they  stared  at  him  in  his  natural  form. that  makes  her  grin,  crimson  lips  turning  upwards  as  she  takes  a  sip  from  a  glass  of  merlot. ❛  would  you  care  to  sit,  lord  ?  ❜  nothing  so  lavish  as  what  pestilence  had  in  their  home,  plush  sofas  and  soft  rugs. here,  in  the  middle  of  a  desert,  war  was  lucky  for  the  two  cushions  on  the  ground  and  the  cot  in  the  corner. it  never  bothered  her. she  could  thrive  as  easily  in  a  desert  as  she  could  in  a  palace,  had  been  in  both  and  every  place  in  between  over  the  course  of  her  existence. wine, however, was a necessity, ❛  or a drink, perhaps ? ❜ they question, gesturing towards the bottle.

 ❛  i  was  hoping  you  would  find  me  soon. ❜  it's  not  the  full  truth,  though  it  so  rarely  is  with  her. war  relied  on  deceit  and  fabrications  as  much  as  guns  or  explosives. it  was  her  second  nature.