#paxtonifyouplease

[caelumxinfernum]

Castiel rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers, adjusting to the particular weight of the Earth and the way this plane settled around him. And the wards, of course--apparently his angelic counterpart had studied up on the spellwork done at Heracles' library, copying several bits of it to suppress non-residents from teleporting away. He stepped further into the territory, walking up to the house with his hands in his pockets. He didn't knock, but he wasn't hiding his presence either--his energy was rather obvious to both the angel and demon that resided there as he opened the front door. "Paxton? Are you around?"

[patervenandi]

There was a code of conduct that he tried to uphold. One of those rules in his book was not to break fights out in public. Humanity had enough problems on its hands and they didn’t need more exposure to the horrors the world offered these days... It was a small kindness, one that he constantly told himself that mattered. There was that, and there was the fact that he didn’t want to put down his soup to fight the elephant demon in the room. 

[soulbranded]

A gentle knock on the door, a step back, and Paxton waited patiently. He wasn't sure how Rachel would react to him after they'd been apart for so long. Probably curse him up and down. Or punch him. Or both.

Knocks on her door were always suspicious. For one thing, she lived in the literal middle of nowhere, and not many people knew how to find her cabin. For another, they usually brought bad news. So who could blame Rachel for picking up her gun and tapping a line. The taste of pine and snow and earth rolled over her, her body on fire with the power, and she peeked through the eyehole. 

And almost dropped her gun.

The power flared in her with the rise in emotion, and she jerked the door open, half paranoid and half dumbstruck. 

“P!” she exclaimed, looking him up and down like she couldn’t quite believe her eyes. Instinctively, she reached out a hand to touch him, but her paranoia stopped her. It’d been years, and she’d seen dopplegangers before. Instead, she opened her second sight. 

There was no doubt. She’d seen his true form before, and it was burned into her memory. The aura, the flames, the blackened soul, all of it was the same.

She jumped on him in a full-body hug, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Where the hell have you been?”

[soulbranded]

“It seems dangerous. However will I control myself~?” (And this one because it screams Paxton)

@paxtonifyouplease -- out of context sentence memes

“Paxton,” she said, accenting the second syllable of his name. She never called him by his full name. That’s just how exasperated she was. “Rollin’ into a nest of hunters for ‘some hide and seek’“--complete with air quotes-- “is definitely not a good idea. Even for someone as powerful as you.”