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[slaydestined-blog]

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     “ —  was that a snowflake? i’m pretty sure that was a snowflake.”

[ircnego---a]

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                    “ --- You been staring for a while, are you alright?”  tony couldn’t help but smile for a moment. Hands in his pockets, he wasn’t scared to going up to a person -- no. Even with one who seem to didn’t take his eyes off of him for the moment. who knows what was really going on, but the guy didn’t look like any normal person around here, so that --- was really something else. Shrugging his shoulders a little bit he spoke again. “ -- I mean I don’t blame you at all, I’m nice to stare at --- just hear to make sure you are alright.” 

[asynjja-moved]

❛ &. ┊ The sane mind hardly survives without principles to adhere to, and her own by far did not include the senseless murder of a child; but changed the narrative when his history unfolded with each file she skimmed over, fingertips tightly wrapped round the warm surface of her mug. She had killed before, for the greater good. And so comes that she stands with her shoulder leant against the doorframe, eyes absentmindedly observing the patients of a rather hectic mental institution and contemplating, more unwillingly than usual, how to get rid of the problem. Psychology never had been her forte; she had begun research back in the 1880s at the University of Leipzig but never quite finished her degree, rather focused on neuroscience instead -- albeit the latter field certainly didn’t treat her any better. It sufficed nonetheless to play her part as a psychologist believably. Not that she particularly enjoyed the charade, but was it better than to act as if she herself had any issues.

Eyes tear their gaze off of the scene when a nurse asks to help distribute the medication and she agrees, more or less enthusiastically, finishing off her task with a soft sigh passing her lips. “ Samuel? ” Voice is warm despite the black eyes’ fatigue as she settles on a chair across him, brows risen, hand outstretched to offer him the cup of pills that were supposedly his to take. The name rings a bell, somewhere; Winchester. But she isn’t here for him, whoever he is interests her incredibly little until the job is over and done with. Perhaps then she’ll dig deep enough to remember. “ I can get you another cup of water, too, if you need one. ”

@lorecollector.

[fidelissimi-a]

@lorecollector liked for a starter!

“ you can take a seat, make yourself at home. i’ll be ready in a few minutes. ”

[singersonlydaughter]

@lorecollector

“Staring at the book any longer won’t magically translate shit, y’know.”

[hexkilled]

‘   I’M  NOT--- -- -   ’   there’s  a  sigh  before  choosing  to  exude  a  soft  smile .   there  was  no  right  way  to  finish  her  sentence .   not  dead ,   not  angry ,   not  lost .   she  was  all  of  the  above ,   anything  else  would  have  been  a  vast ,   undeniable  lie .   lying  is  a  skill  she’d  gotten  to  be  great  at ,   though  she’s  not  sure  she  could  fool  the  likes  of  sam .   she  was  once  an  open  book  with  him ,   there  was  no  use  in  changing  that  dynamic  now .   instead  her  head  shakes ,   trying  to  give  some  satisfactory  response  in  terms  of  her  newly  resurrected  presence ,   but  she  falters  easily .   ‘   i  don’t  have  any  answers  for  you .   i  wish  i  did .   i  don’t  know  why  i’m  here ,   but  i---   i  wish  i  could  tell  you  why .   ’   she  wishes  she  knew  why .   if  she  did ,   maybe  she  wouldn’t  be  so  lost .

(    *    & .    ---    @lorecollector    ♡ ’d

[sealbrokcn]

@lorecollector liked for a starter !

“ C’mon, man.  I totally set that up for you.  So really, if you’re gonna take credit for that shot you oughta take credit for pissing it off. ”    Dean winced, pulling his sleeve up over his shoulder.   “ Damn.  Did a number on me too. ”

[altarsburning]

@lorecollector — from jess.

‘ i dunno, i still think she cut it too short. ‘ jess’ nose wrinkled, before she shed the trappings of vanity, she moved to climb over the couch where sam was sitting, researching. his hair might be longer than hers at this point. ‘ what’re you going after this week? ‘