@gravelena from here
knuckles had paled in complexion, with the grip around the tough worn leather of the blade's handle. swift, precise— right on the mark in a singler swing. that’s exactly how it needed to be, not drawn out by weakness or hesitation. to remember that supernatural individuals weren’t always so forgiving as humans. all it took was a wrong look or the twist of the wrist to throw everything ever known into pure chaos. for a hunter to continuously be looking over the shoulder was a ritual of sorts. beheading a ghoul ? could there be a sibling around, tucked from naked eye and caped in darkness ? absolutely. but fuck … john hadn’t expected to not only be doing it in front of another besides his own sons but a gilbert ? of course the man knew of the family from her uncle to father, dabbled abit in exchanging information of sorts when it came down to the hunt. words had been spoken between the pair at length regarding his own sons and how for survival to have this knowledge down to second nature. lazily allowing the rise wrist still content on the handle begin to sink down to his waist, at the sharpened edge thickened droplets of crimson began to run down the metallic frame. disrupted soil kicked up in the small ensued scuffle now pooled with the bodily fluids of the ghoul. an sigh that rolled off the tongue into an amused laugh, light shakes of the head until glimpsing up to elena. like a deer in headlights– he could clearly count on his fingers the amount of times he’d witnessed it. molded it over in the mind and accepted it as the quote on quote ‘ normal ’ reaction.
“ trust me, you’ll get used to it. unless you want to end up like our friend over here with the roles reversed of course. ” it came across a tad harsh, rough and blankly honest. tips of the pads dabbled against the handle unconsciously, knowing full well he’d crossed a line. fuck it. sooner or later it was bound to be smeared, kicked and trampled upon— only a matter of who and time. john just happened to be the sledge hammer that swung it in full force. it was his nature– to destroy what little of normality remained to reveal the unwanted truths.