#sarishim

[amoralforce-a]

@sarishim  sent      :      this  sky    …    i  don't  like  it.

it’s  a  morbid  fascination  of  sorts;    the  way  eyes  stare  unblinking  as  𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜  washes  over  𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,  swirls  of  grey  consume  previously  cerulean  skies.  how  strange  it  still  feels  to  be  aware  of  power.  such  acknowledgement  hadn’t  been  there  at  the  beginning,  for  there  had  been  no  others  to  compare  to.  back  then,  it  was  simply  her    &    her  brother,  existing  together  as  𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜.  his  creations      (    the  ones  she  wasn’t  around  to  destroy    )      have  seen  that  balance  shift  and  sometimes,  she  can’t  resist  tipping  scales,  just  to  see  what  happens.  it  matters  more  to  do  so  in  the  presence  of  𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.      ⸺      a  silent  reminder  of  what  entity  is  capable  of.  just  in  case  they  were  considering  a  repeat  of  history.  eventually  though,  gaze  breaks    &    in  turn,  scenery  above  returns  to  𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕.  all  is  right  once  more.  head  turns  to  face  them  then.      ＂    you  sound  unnerved,  nephew.    ＂      and  she,  in  turn,  sounds  mildly  amused.

[sialiia]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• . ° .┊┊ @sarishim - liked!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓢o I gotta ask... I don't run into a lot of your type. But what is your schtick? I know that some angels, demons and other beings have a sort of...gimmick- pardon my language-- but do you have something? Something that you represent?❞ Sydney asked, curious about the being's history.

[singersalvaged]

@sarishim liked and plotted for a brilliant starter

"You're... Gabriel?" Darling blues took in the aforementioned man in front of her. Sam and Dean had spoken of him in passing, and so had her father. Seeing him up close and personal though held an entirely different feeling. "Holy shit," optimal usage of the word, considering his... rank. A guardian, a devotion to the people. Gabriel's stories contained differences from other archangels, ones that weaved their way into her heart and gave her an understanding, an appreciation separate from all other religious figures.

Truly, in general, Allie viewed God like a gaping wound on humanity. But not Gabriel - something about solely him intrigued her.

"I did my entire thesis on you in second year," only for her minor in religious studies, nursing still took precedence but... at that time she had certainly needed something to believe in, considering her own upbringing.

[sunsymbols]

“good thing you’re bad at magic.”

☀️ random sentence starters.

"I am not bad at magic; it's just all your Enochian bullshit." Sam does his best to level him with a flat look, though he has found Gabriel to be wholly unflappable unless there is an angelic knife shoved into his rib cage.

"It doesn't - it doesn't translate well. Into me. It feels weird, wrong."

[bloodsalted]

@sarishim || dipping into that inbox || i found this!

Did you just Yoda quote me?

"yoda quote you, i did.. laugh, you mu---hold on. you picked that up? you know who yoda is?" dean was betting on getting stared at in confusion. maybe even an eyeroll that says you make no sense. what he got was gabriel tossing that pop culture reference right back at him and now--he's off his game. mentally taxed! empty handed! caught with his proverbial pants down!

damn it. shoulda seen that coming!

[wavrlynatural]

sarishim asked: “ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

His words broke whatever trance she had allowed herself to fall into. Zoning out for a while. "Hmm?" She hummed, trying to process the question that she barely heard. "Quiet? -- Oh, just... That something weird is going on here, and I want to find out what it is before it's too late."

[bloodsalted]

@sarishim || a meme from about here. || inbox catch up!

Oh sure. I'll just sit here with the police officer we tied up and rethink my recent life choices.

green gaze pivots to the police officer who looks mad as hell. would probably try to chew their asses a new one if dean took the makeshift gag he made out of a torn rag from his trunk out of his mouth. he's not gonna, though. there's humor in that stare when it bounces back to the archangel. so much that they glisten in the light. his smile's wide enough to show teeth.

"ahh. but i bet you never had to say that before. did ya? you're welcome. see? every day? a new adventure. all you had to do was get involved with the likes of us. you're welcome." so says the atta-boy-buckeroo swing of dean's arm accompanied by a snap of his fingers and that smile that blossoms in an ear to ear grin. yeah. there's fingerguns and a wink to polish it all off too. dean starts walking backwards as those 'guns' wave in the air. time to get the hell outta dodge. "or we can leave him here til they find him. up to you. he's gonna be fine. shift's almost up. they'll come lookin'. i promise.."

[downspirals]

no one really knows the truth. (for nadine)

@sarishim

"boooooo, bad answer." did nadine think they were really going to get an answer to what the point of life was? no, they did not. but they truly could not help themselves from asking. the guy was an angel or something, right? that had to be the closest someone could get to an answer.

"do you know the big guy upstairs? can i ask him?" though, they pause. "wait, wait. is there a big guy? please, don't tell me there is. or like, at least tell me that he's cool."