Jun 16, 2014
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↝
My character is dead and yours is playing with a ouija board. Send me a “↝” for the short phrase my character would guide your character’s hands to spell.
a l w a y ѕ w ι т н y o υ
{ thenewknightofhell }
Dean walked into Abaddon’s room, a smile on his lips. He walked up to her pulling her in for a kiss. When he pulled back he looked into her eyes. “Mind if I call you mine?”
She was somewhat surprised by his abruptness, but kissed him back anyway, and even enjoyed more than she normally would have. "Hmm. You may. But you should know, I'm still in charge here, tiger."
{ thenewknightofhell }
"Either way, I knew it."
"Your ego seems to have grown bigger than the room can withstand. We may have to vacate the building before it suffocates us. Even if it is true, what're you gonna do about it?"