#harvaelle

[vjesticka]

@harvaelle liked for a starter !

“ i don’t like working with hunters , and i’ll tell you why . your kind have hunted my kind for generations . witches and wizards who were living in peace . so although i’m willing to work alongside you , doesn’t mean i actually like you. “ nadia was stern as she crossed her arms . hunters were doing a job that was unfit for them . the supernatural world was not theirs , it was HERS .

[bluntache]

  ‘jo?’                 voice filled with disbelief .             ‘jo harvalle ? is that you?’            it’s been ages since they’ve separated .   old family friends .               ‘it’s me, dean!’       how could she forget you, dean ?    you left her on prom night to join the military and leave her without  closure for ever .          /  @harvaelle

[bluntache]

` , &.* @harvaelle .

        “come on , jo .  you don’t mean that.”       wounded ego of a youth is a dangerous thing .  her fingers grip his fragile sense of self and squeeze .   seconds away from shattering the playful mood unless she’s takes it back , or at the very least lessens the blow .     “i’m a good shot. i’ve saved my dad and sam - plenty of times.”       he leans back in his chair , physically and emotionally starting to pull away from her . a man ,  full of whiskey ,  his heart wears on his sleeve like a worn out patch .