If you're still doing the ship thing: Tala/Dean :3
redleatherhunter: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
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If you're still doing the ship thing: Tala/Dean :3
redleatherhunter: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
She snickers softly. "Why's everyone saying 'Sweet Lips' to you?"
Dean kissed Tala deeply, hands wrapping around her waist. I could get used to this. it was, indubitably, better than kissing strangers, after all.
"damn it if I know."
☤ [[Because I miss Tala. And I'm preparing to wake her the hell up already]]
My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.
tap. tap. tap... went Dean's knuckles against the wall. he was agitated, angry, desperate - he had to get out somehow.
retreating a few steps, he turned around slowly, trying to discover a chink in the armour, a weak spot. nothing.
where were his friends when he needed them? had they all left him to die in here?
his anger bubbled, and overflowed, and the hunter threw his small, slanting bedside table across the room with a scream. it slammed against the wall, the already-decrepit legs breaking like twigs from the sheer force of Dean's throw. the hunter took a few deep breaths before turning on his feet, realising he wasn't alone. the sight surprised him - Tala, of all people.
they had been working a case together when Dean was caught. forcing Tala to run, he took the fall for her, blaming all their activities as his own doing. right now, he didn't know how to feel at seeing his female companion standing at the door.
moments of unbearable silence passed, and Dean swallowed the huge lump in his throat. did she still care for him? it had been months since he was admitted into the asylum, and she hadn't visited him. the hunter had spent months overcome with a feeling of betrayal.
"hey," he finally croaked, sounding strangely casual about the whole situation.
MWAH
Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss.
"hmm... i'd like to kiss Tala, if she's even around. Summer too. and prolly Vee, though she's a bitch."
"and you, but I didn't wanna sound predictable. i'm playin' hard to get, y'like it?"
✉-Tala (Because I am too lazy to log into her account opps)
‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.
hey Tala. s'me, Dean.
haven't heard from ya in a while, everythin' alright?
y'know, i'm not just a hunter. i'm also your friend. if there's a problem... let me know. I can help.
and I miss you speak to you soon, I hope.
Dean
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16. A dinner made by my muse.
"dammit!" Dean exclaimed angrily, burning his finger on the oven. he had planned to make dinner tonight, but it wasn't going too well.
Tala was coming over, and the hunter was strangely nervous. in an attempt to make her feel more at home, he'd decided to cook - with no help from Loki.
soon enough, dinner was at the table, and Dean cut a chunk off his own portion in an attempt to evaluate his culinary toils.
"hmm," he muttered to himself, mouth full as he heard the knock on the door. "not bad."
[[by the way, Dean's name in Tala's phone alternates between Batman and Mr. Awesome /rolls away]]
[hah! perfect. that works :D]
"Hello Dean~"
1. First impression: "you're hot."
2. Truth is: "you're.... ahh, you're so awesome."
3. How old do you look: "... i'm kinda scared to answer."
4. Have you ever made me laugh: "yeah."
5. Have you ever made me mad: "nope. congrats."
6. Best feature: "... oh man, I can't choose."
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: .....*runs away*
8. You’re my: "friend."
9. Name in my phone: "Princess."
10. Should you post this too? "whatever."