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“So you’re not going to let it go?”
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“So you’re not going to let it go?”
"Ansa.." Sam smiled, coughing up blood, gasping for air. "I uh.." She grabbed onto the nearest thing for support, which just so happened to be the woman in front of her.
the-lore-researcher
Ansa quickly caught the brunette as she stumbled in, gently helping ease her to sit on the ground. The thick, metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air between them, and for once in her long existence the smell failed to excite her. It turned her stomach, igniting her rage as she held onto one of the few people she could actually claim to care about.
She lay a soft hand on the hunter’s cheek, “Samantha, what happened?”
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“ Well, I’m sorry. Yelling is the only way I know how to get words into that thick head of yours. “
"Spit it out!"
( the-lore-researcher ) | MEME | ACCEPTING gen. number: 4
“ I lost my keys!! “
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Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
She sits there for what feels like forever, eyes glued to the stone.
Samantha Winchester. 1983-2015.
It leaves a knot in her stomach– she feels sick, sore, broken. She’s wordless, silent. Might as well be dead, because she’s lost everyone now.
But with Gabriel at least she had somewhere to point the blame. Butwho can she blame, now?? When it’s an accident, where is she supposed to put all this cracked RAGE??
Help me, mom. I need you.
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A thick cough tore itself from Grace’s throat, && she rolled onto her side, spitting out a drop of blood. Her hand pressed to her side, grace seeping into the abdominal wound.
❝---I’ll be fine, mom.❞
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(ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ — SENPAI
(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog
(●﹏●✿) — I don’t talk to you, but stalk enjoy your blog from a distance
( ╹◡╹) — Want to be friends
(¬_¬) — Hate/Jealous of you/blog
(✖╭╮✖) — Dead to me
(≧▽≦) — You give me feels
(●ω●✿) — A starter, maybe?
asdfgjkl; thank you. you’re too nice... I mean... asdfghjlkl hi.
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`Now, darling, didn’t anyone ever tell you to play nice?`
“Oh, I’m sure some have tried--the lesson never really stuck.”