#opleasegodwakeme

[nickmonroethedevilsvessel]

BAE. LET ME LOVE YOU.

*snuggles*

[almostxangelic]

Quiet Storms

opleasegodwakeme

...Bloodied fingers curl about the blade as the woman sinks back against the brink wall.  Her heart racing with a few mangled corpses around her.  It had been a couple months since she learned who she was... and who her Father was.. Forced to live a life defenseively in hopes of survival. It was not a place she wanted to be, but what could she really do? Stormy swept the blade through the surface of a lone puddle as rain trickles lightly across the city.  She had been injured, but like other creatures of the supernatural kind, she would survive the deep abrasions.  Combing dirty fingers through ginger locks, arctic eyes search the surrounding area before she finds a pack of matches and a small tin of lighter fluid, dousing the bodies before setting them aflame. The stench of human flesh burning was never a pleasant one and she hated it as much as she hated killing people.  A pacifist at heart just trying to make it day to day.. She needed to find Sam and Dean before she got tangled up in more problems by herself.

[ofdivineretribution]

Starr withdrew and looked flustered. “I—I’m sorry… ” she muttered. ” I just— I mean. They’re beautiful… “ 

Compared to hers; which were broad, powder grey, and looked so out of place for a girl who was otherwise so lithe and tiny. Starr folded her hands in front of her and gave an apologetic dip of her head. 

"I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to hurt you. I promise, I’ll never do it again…"

Perhaps he should've expected that others might take an interest in the wings that sprang from his back from time to time, and his discomfort seemed to drain as if through a funnel, "You did not hurt me. It is...an act of intimacy. One I am certain you did not intend."

Quietly, he considered their situation, "I will show you again, if you'd like, but please do not touch them."

For a second time, the black wings emerged from his shoulder blades, making themselves visible to the woman as they spread behind him.

[oldkingredeyes]

[Okay so. Seriously, I love how you play your Crowley. It's so easy for people to depict him as snarky and even petulant, but when ou play him, you don't forget his class and his taste, and even his cunning. Sure he's been in a spot with the Winchesters a time or two, but think-he's been smart enough to have the upper hand more than once, and live to tell the tale! You are my favorite Crow and Starr and I luv you!]

*gets misty-eyed reading this*

Ohmygoodness, you do not know how much that honestly means to me! Thank you so much, I’m always happy to RP and talk with you [and I swear I’ll update that thread ASAP]!

[nickmonroethedevilsvessel]

[Falls asleep on Nick's shoulder]

Well that was unexpected. For a second he wasn't actually sure what he was supposed to be doing. It'd been a while since anyone had really fallen asleep on him. But he figured it out and wrapped his arm gently around her shoulder. It was more comfortable for the both of them that way.

[scotchthedemonboy]

-sends back the note with an addendum on a seperate piece of paper- Pass it on, not pass it back. Learn to read.

[hismajestyscanary-deactivated20]

*adds addendum* The misses can. You’re just jealous. 

[scotchthedemonboy]

Jealous of sucking my life out of someone elses dick?

[nickmonroethedevilsvessel]

"Nick! You're in town? Wow, how weird I run into you again! How've you been sugar?"

He couldn't help but smile at seeing her again. It'd been a little while. "Hey, yeah, I'm in town." He said with a tilt of his head. He recognized her, surprisingly. You don't usually forget the stranger you shared a random lunch with easily. She looked a bit different than the last time he'd seen her, but she looked good.

"I've been fine, doll-face. How about you? Your name was Eva if I'm remembering correctly."

[oldkingredeyes]

"Mr. Crowley, sir. . . ? Sorry if I'm bothering. We're missing a few bottles of the good burbon from the cellar. I wanted to check and see if you'd known where they'd gone before I started an inquisition around here."

Crowley listened to the phone message, covering the other ear with his right hand to block out the screaming. He swiftly turned and threw the dagger he held at the noisy demon's throat, letting it hit its' mark with a soft THUNK. The screaming stopped and was replaced with a softer sort of squelching, choking noise. Bastard, Crowley thought. He went back to the message. As it finished, the King re-dialed the home phone number and waited, tapping his foot lightly on the concrete. Who the bloody hell could've gotten into the cellar undetected? As the other line picked up, he spoke immediately, "Wasn't me."