#shapeshiftingshit

[gnawingatthewool]

PSA

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING A GOOD FIT FOR CANAAN CAUSE YOU CAN CALL HIM OUT ON HIS SHIT

AND JUST CALLING HIM OUT ON BEING WHO HE IS AND HAVING HIM PAY FOR IT WITH EVERY OUNCE OF EMOTION HE CAN MUSTER

[gnawingatthewool]

{Text to 'Little Shit';} why do you hate him so much

[feel-itburndown]

A shape moves from behind the frantic young human. There is hesitation before he speaks, as if he wasn’t sure if he should. “I brought her here.. You heard her; she was worried.”

[shapeshiftingshit]

It was all a little much at once. But she was still thankful. She didn’t completely pull away from Ali, but she was a little in disbelief that he actually came back.

[ali-hayes]

She knew something was up between the two of them. Being around Uriel alone was enough to raise her suspicions; he couldn't keep eye contact with her earlier, and now this. But it was none of her business, and she knew that. 

"It's too cold to be messing about outside like this! Shoo, inside, both of you! Right now! I have a purse and I'm not afraid to start swinging it!" She pushes Uriel especially out of his little trance.

[gnawingatthewool]

It wasn't his intention to destroy the door. If he was in any mindset that could be considered stable, it probably would have survived. But the hybrid forced himself into the motel room, drenched in the blood of someone he once cared for. One wing limp as it dragged lifeless on the floor, and his eyes were dark and hazel as he wore his true face. When he reverted from his monstrous form, he stripped it all away, including his false form. He didn't have the energy to care. But his gaze wildly searched for Alex; the movements were as if he couldn't quite comprehend everything that was happening in that moment.

[gnawingatthewool]

#canaan #canAAAN #CANAAAN #CANAAAAAAN #iwantit

"Then go get it."

[gnawingatthewool]

"Take it, quick. Before I get attached."

[shiftedtoperfection]

"I need to get the ring!"

[gnawingatthewool]

Canaan barges through the door, his son quite literally attached to his back, with Uriel following after him. "B N J!" the nephilim calls into the strange house that smelled like Alex and kind of like Daddy. The others were obviously a little frustrated. What could it be? was their collective thought, except for Zeke. He just liked playing.