#ofetherealfaithx

[thetrickstcr]

  @ofetherealfaithx​ ❜ 𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕

  being  here  seemed  all  well  and  good ,  for  once  not  having  a  single  care  in  the  world  aside  from  making  his  own  personal  amusement  per  usual .  well  —   that  had  been  the  case  until  the  discovery  of  a  certain  angel  among  his  midst  which  surely  meant  two  winchester’s  were  near .  a  roll  of  the  eyes ,  showcasing  himself  before  the  other  as  though  he  personally  played  a  hand  in  planning  it  out .  given ,  usually  his  presence  came  along  with  a  giant  sized  confetti  surprise  wrapped  with  it ,  but  beggars  couldn’t  be  choosers .   “  don’t  tell  me ,  you  need  the  help  of  yours  truly . ”  asking  jokingly ,  a  click  of  his  tongue  as  if  expected  to  receive  praise  for  his  wit .  “  well  sorry  bucko  i’m  fresh  out  of  damns  to  give . ”

[ofblackenedwings]

@ofetherealfaithx​

This vessel looked damned good in a suit, and the closet that Lucifer had raided in his apartment was chopped full of them. The apartment this man (what was his name? Lucifer couldn’t remember. He decided to call him Theodore) had lived in was quite nice, and Lucifer decided that sticking around in it was the best idea. It was sleek, modern, and the black furniture would hide blood stains nicely. Lucifer had spent the better part of the morning decided what suit fit his mood that day. He’d gone with a deep burgundy, and ho boy, he felt nice. As he stepped out into the daylight, Lucifer lit a cigarette. Exhaling happily, his eyes narrowed as he spotted an all too familiar face, and Lucifer stepped out onto the sidewalk and into his path. “Still sporting that trench coat, Castiel? Have you no mind for fashion?”