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[blessedisdeath]

fringexxelement replied to your post: is it ‘Get Makaria Increasingly Flustered’ Day?? ...

but it’s SAM

this goddess can’t handle his face when it’s just his face. that smolder thing he’s doing? She is literally going to burst into flames from blushing so hard

[imgonnashoottothrill]

Me talking shit about Shemu'el

fringexxelement: I had to go jump on my other account so he could say something

Me: And glow impressively like the holy bug zapper he is.

[stillpraysarchive]

@fringexxelement hit the ♡

“So do you want the bad news or the really bad news?”

[resurrectionmary]

Righteous Side of Hell

@fringexxelement

The days flowed together, an endless stream of light and dark that held little meaning to her in the grand scheme of things besides the fact it meant she was still free. On the run for who knows how long, she was focused on gathering the things she needed to survive and staying beneath the radar of humans and demons alike.

After all, she’d been dead for over thirty years, if she was remembering the year right, she couldn’t be sure right then.

Regardless, her limited amount of luck had run out and a pair of demons had tracked her to this no name town in Illinois, down a grimy alley with no escape. Holy water had been keeping them at bay, but she was on her last shot of it and they circled closer and closer. 

Pulling the blessed knife from her hip sheath, her foot slid back, and a smile formed on her lips. If she was going down, she was taking them with her. Giving a yell of fury, she leapt forward, slamming into one and slamming the knife into their chest down to the hilt even as the other grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her head back.

[ironandsteel-a]

@fringexxelement

Waking was slow and disorienting as it often had been of late. A few times Sam had wondered if he was actually even awake at all or trapped in some dream. It took longer than he liked to bring the darkened room into focus and figure out where he was. Zoe’s bedroom. I’m at Zoe’s. One mystery solved. He had no idea of the time or how long he’d been sleep this time. It was getting old, this feeling like he was suffering from a super flu all the damn time. He sat up slowly, finally realizing he was alone in the bed and he blinked in confusion and concern. Shoving hair away from his face, he slid out of bed, pausing to make sure he had his balance, and padded out of the room in search of her.

He found her at the kitchen table, sitting quietly with her back to him, seeming to be gazing off into space until she heard him. Her head turned towards him and for a brief moment he saw the depths of worry in her eyes before she tucked it away and gave him a small smile. “Hey,” he said as he made his way over to sit next to her. “Why are you still up? Isn’t it.. kinda late?”

The clock on the microwave glares it’s 3:15 AM reading into the darkness of the kitchen, and Zoe can’t put her finger on the exact reason that her brain won’t turn off tonight. She worked hard today, and her body is exhausted, but the moment she came home at lunch to find Sam napping in her bed and looking like he hadn’t actually slept in weeks, her mind has been running rampant trying to find new and more effective ways to take care of him. These Trials, she’s sure, are slowly killing him, and though he won’t let on often about how bad he feels, she’s known him long enough to read it in the new dullness of his eyes and the sluggish way he moves around her apartment, when he’s moving around at all.

She hears him before she sees him, and turns easily on her bar stool, tugs him by the front of his t-shirt to scoot closer when he sits and fit between her own spread knees. “Hey baby,” she tilts her head at the glass half-empty in front of her on the counter in offering if he wants a sip of her whiskey. “I tried layin’ down but I just couldn’t sleep. Didn’t wanna disturb you with my tossin’ and turnin’. How you feelin’?”

[imgonnashoottothrill]

Dean stared at his phone with a small frown, looking from it to the living room and back. Slipping it back in his pocket, he decided to put it off for now, returning to flop beside his boyfriend and tug him into his lap.

Thankfully, Claudia was well absorbed by Dora so she wasn’t going to make eew noises.

“Hmm, you have the best cologne, you know that?”

[imgonnashoottothrill]

Aiding & Abetting

What a fucking night.

First the hunt that just seemed to go sideways from the start. Simple salt and burn, right?

Nope.

The bitch was way stronger than Deanna was expecting and she put up a hell of fight and one chipped gravestone and three cracked ribs later, she was nice and toasty and Deanna was leaning on a tree and attempting to catch her breath.

And then there were sirens. Curse nosy suburbanites. 

Swearing, she hauled ass out of the cemetery and onto her bike, kickstarting it which made her ribs scream and she took off just as the cops were pulling up.

Thank fuck motorcycles were faster than cop cars or she’d truly be screwed. Out of this town, she was needing a place to lay low or else she’d be looking at jail time. Again.

Realizing she was sort of near where she’d met that fire witch the first time, she made a mad dash into the forests, stashing her bike and herself as deep as she could, covering it with leaves and branches so it wouldn’t catch the light of a flashlight or headlight. Groaning, she pressed herself against the tree and slid down, holding her ribs.

[text: Cute Witch] You wouldn’t happen to be in the area where we met last time, would you?

[text: Cute Witch] Fucked my ribs up and I need a place to lay low. Someone called the cops.

[ironandsteel-a]

@fringexxelement

He’s focused on her face when she speaks, a small smile on his own. Sam doesn’t even spare a moment to glance in the direction she’s looking, fading sunlight starting to cast shadows too long on the ground around where they’re sitting. He’s studying the planes of her face in this unguarded moment and while he’s never really been given much to cliches, the spur of the moment picnic idea seemed to have worked and she was at least at ease for the moment.

“It really is,” he murmurs softly in reply, eyes still taking her in.

She stretches her legs out on the blanket beneath them, shoes kicked off to the grass. Leaning back on flat palms she watches the sun dip lower and lower in the sky, casting oranges and purples through the clouds. It’s not often she’s indulged in taking moments like this to just enjoy, usually too busy working or cleaning or making sure her room mate hasn’t royally screwed something up to enjoy the way the sun paints the most beautiful picture in the sky. 

She doesn’t see that he’s not even looking at it until a few moments pass and her head turns to smile at him. A blush rises on her cheeks when finally realizes it. “I don’t know if that’s more cheesy or romantic,” she laughs.