#guardianbartender

[amightyfinebartender]

Her little steps seemed much heavier as she trailed into what she had considered "her" room. Weary little limbs bended and folded, her cheek resting gently on the fabric of the pillowcase as she drew the covers up. Curling up, she seemed almost like a small child hiding from a monster outside. Dark fingers curled around her crystal, bringing it to her lips. Inhale. Exhale. Her breaths grew shaky, warm pooling in the backs of her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Gods. The weight of recent events pressed her into the mattress, rendering her immobile. Finally, the first true sob fell from her lips. That lead to a tumble of sobs, tears sliding rapidly and soaking into her curls and her pillow. Her face crumbled and she rolled, gripping her pillow tight as she muffled herself with the pillow. This was disgusting. Why was she crying like this? Waves of self-loathing hit her as she sniffled, depreciating thoughts taking root in her mind. There wasn't much she wanted nor could do about anything. Forcing herself to quiet down, her breath hitched as she pressed the crystal a bit harder before pulling it away, not wanting to break it. She knew she had to talk to Maya tomorrow, she had to try to build something up again. Tomorrow, tomorrow. The promises of productivity gave her the idea that she would have no time to be feeling upset, which calmed the thoughts. Allowed her to mourn a bit more properly, letting memories roll as her tears started anew.

[theothersideofhim]

Oh yeah, okay, I see how it is.

Leave me outta your will entirely.

HEY BY THE WAY NUMBNUTS WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?????

[theothersideofhim]

Right.

We need to talk.

[badvampiresitcom-blog]

+ guardianbartender

Well, geez. This guy looked like he’d been through some shit. Though, he supposed that would be why he was here, right? Mauro cleared his throat and set his newly cleaned glass down on the counter. “What’ll it be, sir?”

[amightyfinebartender]

[ Just. Sprints to @guardianbartender and she WAS going to barrel into him but instead she gently put her head on his chest. Wrapping him right up in her red cloak and her bright wings. ] I'm not havin' any of that sad talk goin' on, you hear me daddio? What's gotcha so down that you wanna die, hmm? Besides having been in Lake, anyone would wanna die after that.

[burningfeathersx]

They’ll never forgive you. 

               You belong here,                               You are                                                              unwanted                            left for dead                                                  hated                      cast away

                  No one will save you.

                                                                            Night Star

L u c i f a e l

Echos on the ice bouncing between his eyes and the reflection there. He can’t escape them. They’re in every single corner of his mind. Breaking thoughts apart before they fully formed.

He didn’t need to think just then. Only feel.

Too tired to quantify anything beyond the cold hopelessness.

That did not stop them from existing.

He turned his head to face the direction of Stan’s distraction somewhere else on the surface of the Lake...Then looked back down. Hammer in hand quick to spike the ice into cracking them follow up with the blunt end to break through.

He did not have time to think.

He plunged down into the water in a quick dart downwards. Moving fast and unhindered by the shapeless entities in the water until he reached bottom.

Letting the hammer weight him down enough to set feet to the bottom. Next to the frozen form of his Father. Despite the urgency, he hesitated. Stared down at Him until his stare narrowed with refreshed hate and anger--

His next actions anything but.

Lucifer slid hammer shaft under Scott’s arms and across his back, hooked his own arms around the ends. Make it easier to firmly hold him while making the swim back up.

He only had one wing, two legs, and determination to get back to the surface with a grown man made heavier by ice. Lucifer was strong, but he was also kept in a state of partial exhaustion and deep fatigue. No doubt to make him easier to control.

He broke surface with Him and pushed him up onto the surface of the ice the rest of the way. Only spotting Vassago crouched nearby the edge after the fact. She had a wet stare and a thin forced smile while setting hands on Scott’s frozen form.

He turned away and started pulling himself out of the water at the opposite side of the hole.

“Be gone.” Low and hard and forceful. He did not turn to look again until he was on his feet on the ice once more. Took a glance over shoulder to find Vassago and Scott gone.

Without questioning anything about any of what he did or Vassago’s presences, he started walking. Water logged and sluggish. Not running. Not hiding. Only moving while he still could.

[amightyfinebartender]

guardianbartender Hellooooo dad.

[loganibarra-blog]

guardianbartender started following you

A friend told him about this bar. A bar filled with weird people dressed up in costumes, but at this point a lot of these costumes looked so real he wasn’t sure if this place was honestly a joke.

And it was not okay. But he drove all the way here, so he might as well stop for a beer or something. His friend was busy trying to do whatever the guy did in the bathroom, maybe smoke or something.

So instead, Logan let himself sit down at the bar, fingers nervously tapping against the counter. Maybe he needed more than just a beer. Maybe he needed to get fucking wasted and everything would make sense to him.

But, he was going to start with one.

Now he just had to wait for the bartender.