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Send 💤 to find my muse curled up, asleep with an article of your muses clothing
@megmasterstm
Sameera smiled sweetly when she found Meg curled up on the couch wearing her favorite hoodie with the sleeves, way too long on the smaller woman, tangled over her hands and pressed close to her face. It warmed the nephilim’s heart. She sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing Meg’s hair back. “Hey, sweetheart.”
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“Finally something we both can agree on.” He remarked sarcastically with an eye roll at the mention of Lucifer. “That guy has got a bigger head than that Bieber kid.” He added. “Trust me, everything is his creation. That’s what makes him such a dick.” Dean sighed. “I’ve been to purgatory, it’s not fun and judging by how many other monsters Sam and I have killed, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a shit show.”
“Sameera, look!” Meg grinned excitedly as she used her sticks to make her way towards the couch. Meg still depended on her wheelchair, which was electric now that Meg grew tired easily. She mostly used her canes to walk around, becoming fairly good at that after a could weeks of PT.
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“Oh! You’re doing so good!” Meer was absolutely glowing at that, smile wide and heart thumping.
DANGER
7. Our muses are hiding from a killer!
Sameera had pulled Meg tight, trying to keep her safe as they huddled in the pantry. Sameera wasn’t a hunter of any kind, she was an FBI agent. She didn’t really know how to handle the fact that there were three demons in her home. She didn’t know how to fight them. Didn’t know how to use her power to send them back where they belonged. One of the demons yanked the door open and Meer gasped, stepping back and pressing Meg back to safety. “Stay here.”
Her hand came up, glowing bright and golden, and the demon stumbled back, crying out in shock as black smoke poured from his mouth and the person he was in dropped to the ground like a ton of bricks.
“You look tense. You want me to rub your shoulders?”
“This is just how I look unfortunately. Just the way my face falls, just the way my shoulders sit.
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😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest
Sleip grunted suddenly when the woman pushed in to his chest, his neck and chest glowing a little red from the simple gesture. “...you okay?”
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“I don’t get why I have to be the bait!” Parker exclaimed, unable to keep her voice down. Having a plan at all was already foreign to her, let alone a plan that someone else had come up with. She didn’t need an elaborate plan to deal with a ghost, she just needed a lighter and a shotgun full of rock salt. Breaking and entering wasn’t exactly a problem for her, but why couldn’t they just walk right in? People were generally pretty cool with her busting their door down unannounced when she was doing it to, you know, save their lives.
‘ what happens when you’ve decided i can’t be trusted? …again? ’
supernatural / always accepting. / @megmasterstm
big, loose shoulders (turned down in a way that would nearly mimic certain fantastical portrayals of depowered robotics) lift and square back, muscle stretching and bone rising up to meet it. he eyes meg with a pinched, removed, but perhaps, skeptical or incredulous, expression. it digs grooves against the side of his mouth, dimple and an age indentation. ‘ it’s like you forgot what you did to me. ‘ he speaks softly, a proverbial home invader toeing the premise. it’s a tiny blight in the face of the crimes that mark his soul and his skin, now, so small and pointless---
---but then, it had sickened and terrified sam. he could tolerate (what a word of less consequence than the reality of the situation) the cascading events that had led to his father’s demise -- and the fact that meg had some hefty orchestration in it. it seems so far off, and trite.
still, he can recall the rigidity of his own body. be still and watch.
‘ i think i’m really lenient with you. i appreciate what you’ve done for cas, of course. but that doesn’t, um, obligate me to be your friend, meg. ‘
