#jotessa

[sheepstiel]

full versions

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

the kiss of death

[sheepstiel]

what happens in the veil..

(some jo/tessa love)

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

for @spnpoetryrenaissance Day 22: WLW Rarepairs

a JoTessa poem

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

jotessa but they switched hair colors <3

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

Everyone go read this JoTessa fic from 2010, it's really beautiful and sad

[sleepyhollanovs]

Tessa saw the body first. She almost always did. Despite the damage she could tell the girl had been beautiful. It didn't seem fair that she should be blown to pieces.

"I suppose you're here to take me wherever it is I'm going."

"The other one," Tessa started.

"My mother. She already left. I couldn't hear anything they said."

Tessa had been right. She was beautiful. Her soul glowed in a way she hadn't seen before. She didn't deserve her fate.

"You wouldn't have. Where a soul goes is privy only to that soul."

"So you can't tell me where I'm going?"

"Yes. I can. My name's Tessa by the way. I'm your Reaper."

"I figured. Jo. Where am I headed."

"My orders say that you're headed to Hell. Lucifer insisted upon it- all that oppose him."

"End up in the pit," Jo added.

"You don't have to go." Tessa could feel her instincts tug at her. She wasn't supposed to mention this.

"I can what? Be re-incarnated."

"No. No. You could stay, as a ghost."

"Then I just become vengeful and get taken out by some hunter. I'll go."

Jo was stoic, Tessa gave her that.

"Then when you're ready."

"I am. Just one thing. I'll never feel a good touch again right?"

"It's incredibly unlikely."

"Could I kiss you?"

Tessa nodded. She savored the feel of the girl's lips against hers. Soft and warm, her body smooth beneath Tessa's fingers.

"I am very sorry, Jo."

"It's not your fault."