#reply: ben

[grootrps]

Going to Ben Miller was the last action she had ever thought that she would take and here she was waiting for Ben to come back from wherever he was. She figured that she could’ve stopped at their house but it was a business call for one and there was no need to start getting too attach to whatever they had -- a friendship with Miller was at best always going to be on shaken ground and easily terminated; apparently just like her pregnancy. As she waited for his arrival she started to pick up books, god she had loved studying magic -- loved everything about it which was more than she could say for her siblings. The only reason she had stopped excelling was for the fear that she would become the monster everyone whispered about. As she heard the door open the book was placed softly down, “There is a truth spell going -- so you can take my word,” not that she had ever been a huge fan of lying, how could she explain the fuck feast that had been dinner? “What are you planning on doing about Jeremiah?” He must have a couple thoughts about the aspect, Jeremiah had said under the honest spell that he was not here to take the coven from her nor to start something -- but was Ben going to stand down? She couldn’t blame him for not wanting to. @venomrps​

[grootrps]

Special Delivery @venomrps

Jealously was not something that Ezri was accustom to. Even given the life that she had really wanted someone’s life or what they were going through; especially something that had not even been confirmed. The rumors that Juliette was pregnant had always been going around; ever since the two even became an item. That was probably due to the fact that why else would a Miller mix with the likes of a Clark? Yet for some unknown reason, she felt like perhaps this was the one time that the rumors were confirmed. Juliette had become harder to reach and even though she did check up on Ezri for whatever twisted friendship her and Ben had come to a couple of years ago the visits had lessened, and the banshee knew that there had to be a reason behind that. Sharing a house with Mellie, who now was a teenage and Felicity who had been left behind as Everett and she had broken up was not a lot of fun or a distraction considering that the conversations tended to go around about what Mellie could and could not. So for that reason among others, she decided to take a walk in the park ending up on a bleacher, “Listen not in the mood so if you’re trying to flirt married and if you just want to talk I highly suggest you go and talk to a bartender.”

[castielxangelwithashotgun-blog]

"We probably shouldn't be doing this..." [I know we have threads already, but I had to]

Send “We probably shouldn’t be doing this…” for our muse’s to start having sex in an elevator.

Castiel didn’t exactly know what came over him, but standing beside Ben in the elevator, he’d not been able to stop himself, turning and kissing the younger man. His hands were fisted into Ben’s shirt, and he was pressing his body into Ben’s. He knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, giving into such human urges, but he didn’t seem to be able to, or want to, stop. He vaguely realised that was reaching out his hand, and shoving it against the stop button, making the elevator jolt to a stop. 

[castielxangelwithashotgun-blog]

"Hm?"

Send “Hm?” for my muses reaction to yours kissing them suddenly.

Castiel tried to recall what they’d been discussing, but he couldn’t, his mind was blank, astonished by the feeling of lips on his, and even more astonished by the fact that he liked it, he kissed Ben back, wrapping an arm around the other man’s neck, as he fell into the kiss.

[castielxangelwithashotgun-blog]

[ nothingwentwrongwithme: ]

Ben didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him, there must have been something in the way he was programmed, made…whichever. Either way, he hated feeling like this and angel was warm. “Everywhere, just—everywhere.” Ben mumbled, glad that Castiel had not made him move for the moment. “It must have been Manticore.” He hated it either way.

Cas nodded, the perk of being an angel, was that his grace locked down inside the vessel, burned bright, keeping him eternally warm, he wouldn't know cold in the vessel. Eventually, he shifted, reaching for the discarded trenchcoat - he was glad he'd thought to take it off for once, and covered them both with it, hoping the material of the coat might help keep him warm. He felt a brief flash of hatred for the organisation, who had a twisted god complex, to take humans, his father's most precious creation, and reprogramme it, it was an act beyond redemption. "Is this better?" he asked, rubbing the other man's arms lightly.