#sicsemperhaedis

[huntersxnephilim]

Finding Family;

     The plan had been simple. Slip into a hunter's house that had been abandoned for thirty something years, search for the book that they needed to figure out how to kill some sort of Haitian spirit, and slip back out.

          But they were Winchesters. Of course something was going to go wrong.

     Every step echoed throughout the house, the younger of the Winchester brothers giving a wince with every movement he made forward. Gun in his hand and flashlight in the other, it seemed like forever until he'd reached what he assumed to be the entrance to the basement. Three seconds and one deep breath later, Sam practically shatters the door by kicking it open, immediately pointing his gun straight between the eyes of...

                                                          "--Holy crap!"  

   Holy craps weren't good. Shit, they were never good. The second word barely gets out of Sam's mouth before Dean is sprinting up the stairs and practically lunging in front of his brother.

                         "Fuck, Sam, are you al-                                                                         ...Oh shit.                              Dude, is that a baby?"

     Dean's questions goes unanswered, Sam having already crouched down to the toddler's height with the same smile on his face as the one he wore when his boys would fall asleep in a dog pile in the backseat. 

                                "Hey there buddy, how'd you get in a place like this?"

                                                       He still his gun out though. Just in case. 

[withlovesharkgirlarchive]

00:00:00 (Paris/Scout ugh cuties)

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

As he traces the raised numbers on the soft underside of his wrist, he finds himself growing restless. Nobody's tapped him on the shoulder yet. He knows it's his time, it definitely is. It's right there beneath his fingertips, plain as the nose on his face.

Paris isn't one to spend his days bemoaning the fact that he can't see, but god, what he would give to have sight for just this once. It would make finding his matching set of zeros a hell of a lot easier. Beads of perspiration become more and more evident on his furrowed brow as he continues rubbing the loop-de-loops on his wrists.

He lifts a hand and waves to no one in particular shyly, hoping that his person will notice and come over.

[amourhainevin-archive]

Wait, what?

"W-What?" She muttered flustered and out of breath, not realizing that she had breathed the heated words into his flesh. Shifting away, the blonde brought her hands back to herself while watching Strider with wide eyes.

"Nothing, nothing, darling. I was just…just thinking out loud." Antoinette breathed out, and fixed her hair. "I should go," She rushed out picking her heels up from the floor. "I’ll see you, Strider"

[withlovesharkgirlarchive]

00:00:00 (Strider/Six because l o l)

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

This is stupid.

This clock is stupid and it's dysfunctional, incorrect, wrong.

Clocks are human things, a byproduct of human evolution. Not of ... Ink ... Shadow people ... whatever evolution.

So this has to be wrong. Strider definitely isn't who he's supposedly destined to be with forever. (Ach, that's a weighty word, isn't it? Forever. Makes him shudder just to say.) There must be some mixed signals here. Strider saw somebody just over his shoulder and Six saw the booze of Strider's shoulder and they both just happened to hit 00:00:00 at the same time.

Six fixes the other with a cold, humourless stare and pushes past him. "Don't get so excited," he mutters beneath his breath, reaching for the tequila shot that's obviously not for him sitting on the bar's pocked counter. "My clock hit 00:00:00 when I saw this. Not you."

[vengefulmurder]

die bitch || saiorse & strider

On a personal level, the murders Saiorse typically would commit were justified. Either she witnessed the deceased doing something harmful to others, or they were unlucky enough to do something harmful to her herself. Whichever happened, Saiorse took it upon herself to play God. To slit their throat before they had half the chance to run. It was her mission, her reason, her purpose. Or, when the mood fit, it was purely a stress reliever. Running constantly surely provided an awful lot of stress, really.

It was night now, the perfect time for sinners to walk the streets, which was why Saiorse was out. She wasn't some masked avenger - on the contrary, she wore her face proud and would not be afraid of getting a bit of blood in her eyes here and there. As she walked down the street, onsciously placing each foot in front of the other, her focus drifted. From the chatter coming from pubs, to the litter on the edge of the sidewalk, to the cars that were speeding past, driven by mad men who had had too much to drink.

However, nothing held onto her attention so much as the odd passerby. Someone who was walking alone at this hour, or perhaps not alone. At that particular moment, in fact, Saiorse had caught a glimpse of a man, probably early/mid twenties, making their way down the street. Seeing as there were few other people to look at, Saiorse kept her gaze fixed on him, slowly walking forward, her fingers playing with a few loose strands of hair.

[xcartoons]

+ 2

     [♀] -- ;; "I've already said excuse me once. Do I really need to say it again?"

[amourhainevin-archive]

"It glows in the dark?!"

"I know! Isn’t it cool?" She grinned pretty entertained with the vibrator that she had splurged on.

[amourhainevin-archive]

"You can, uhm, hurt me. If you want."

"I don’t want to hurt you tonight though," She buried her face into the back of his neck and rubbed over his arms. "Let’s not fuck, let’s just…make love, is that okay?"