How Many Centuries Deep are Your Wounds?

Wes | 21+ | Indie canon divergent spn Michael and Adam rp | Please read rules

[the-good-soldier]

Multi muse RP blog | Mun goes by Wes or Wesley she/they pronouns | Main muse is Michael the archangel from Spn | Secondary muse is Adam Milligan from Spn, more may be added in the future | Personal blog over at @raised-on-tolkien | Please give rules a read

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[the-good-soldier]

;; I know it's been some time since I last posted but I wanted you all to know that I am still here. Just laying very low.

My cat is still missing after a month and I'm back at school full time so I haven't been the best mentally and also busy with classes starting up again.

I am going to try my best to get rp responses out for people!

[the-good-soldier]

;; genuinely not sure how active I'll be for a bit, one of my cats has been missing for 2 days now and I can't really think about much else. Sorry for any inconvenience

[the-good-soldier]

"Have you finally come around to understand that father was using us... all of us?" Jay asks looking over at his brother "Or have you come to try and drag me back to heaven?" he asks crossing his arms over his chest.

Michael tried to shoot his brother a threatening glare, but in the end it fell flat. He allowed himself to half sit, half slump down into the nearest chair. His shoulders sagged. "When did you realize the truth? When he left you to die on the cross?"

He shook his head and laughed bitterly. "I must have been insufferable to all of you when I was still loyal to him... I still don't want to believe it's the truth."

[the-good-soldier]

“So you want you full powers just… Because?” Michael gave Jay a quizzical look as he unlocked the door to the apartment. “Like I said, I don’t really care what you want them for. Just don’t bother me.”

"We are not planning anything aside from living peacefully with the absence of holy bureaucracy." Michael opened the door to the apartment as he spoke, leading Jay into the living room and kitchen. It was a small apartment but well lived in, with plenty of plants and decorations about the place.

With a wave of his hands, the curtains on the windows flew open, allowing beams of sunlight to cascade into the living room. He gestured to the couch and chairs. "Sit wherever."

[ask-jim-paxton]

Malcom watched as the angel walked around the room picking up various replica's of trinkets he had placed about, the real ones were on earth with his wife of course but these made heaven feel a bit more homey to him.

"I don't know what you have to heal from... maybe your the most well adjusted being in all of existence, but maybe there's something that has hurt you, or something you worry about." he says leaning against the desk instead of sitting as he normally would

"We could talk about your brother, Lucifer and what happened with him" he suggests "That must have been hard to choose between your brother and your father"

[the-good-soldier]

Michael winced at the mention of his brother. He cast Malcolm a half-hearted glare. "You're trying to open Pandora's box, Doctor, and I'm not sure you're fully capable of handling what's inside."

Michael was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed and his eyes downcast on the floor. His fingers absent-mindedly fidgeted with whatever trinket he had in his hands. Finally he spoke again. "It's the oldest tale in the book isn't it? The story of Saint Michael and Lucifer. Retold countlessly throughout history, by God and by humanity. Cain and Abel, Dean and Sam, Paradise Lost, East of Eden. All of them about one brother who has to kill the other."

"I haven't even killed him yet, but it will happen just as my father intended." Michael finally looked back up from the floor, making eye contact with the doctor. “I practically raised my brother you know, and I love him. I didn’t want to cast him out of heaven, and I don’t want to kill him, but I have to. Because I’m a good son and it’s the right thing to do.”

[ask-jim-paxton]

@the-good-soldier started following

"Michael, I'm glad you accepted my invitation to talk" Malcom says getting up from his seat and offering a hand to the other. "I'm Dr. Crowe, I assume you know that since your here" he says

"What would you like to talk about today?"

[the-good-soldier]

“I didn’t come with any subject about me in mind.” Michael looked down at his outstretched hand and shook it with stiff, awkward movements. He still wasn’t used to these human niceties. 

He turned away from Malcom again, his hands clasped together behind his back as he walked around the office slowly. He inspected things as he looked around the room, occasionally picking an item up to inspect it closer. 

“I was curious to meet the doctor bold enough to invite God’s oldest creation for a healing session,” Michael said once he was satisfied with his inspection of the room. He had turned bad to face the doctor, his head tilted slightly and a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “What do I have to heal from? God did not make me with getting hurt in mind.”

[the-good-soldier]

"Have you finally come around to understand that father was using us... all of us?" Jay asks looking over at his brother "Or have you come to try and drag me back to heaven?" he asks crossing his arms over his chest.

Michael tried to shoot his brother a threatening glare, but in the end it fell flat. He allowed himself to half sit, half slump down into the nearest chair. His shoulders sagged. "When did you realize the truth? When he left you to die on the cross?"

He shook his head and laughed bitterly. "I must have been insufferable to all of you when I was still loyal to him... I still don't want to believe it's the truth."

[the-good-soldier]

"Agreed. Do you have somewhere in mind? Adam has an apartment I could take you to. He’s not exactly fond of having either of our families there, but that’s because they tend to show up uninvited. ” Michael nodded, looking around.

This small coffee shop although quaint was not exactly the privacy they needed for Michael to go digging around in Jay’s grace. A few people who must have overheard some of their conversation had already given them strange looks or were continuously watching them from the corner of their eyes.

He sighed and let his shoulders sag for a moment, before squaring them again. “Father has put all of us through a lot, we will just have to be patient with each other when it comes to growing a familial bond again.”

[returnofjesus]

“I um... that would probably be the best place if Adam is ok with it... I hate to intrude but I don’t exactly have anyplace to go, I’ve been mostly just living on the streets or out of homeless shelters, I was considering getting a place but I well... no money really” he says with a small laugh “Kind of like the old days when I would wander around from town to town.” 

“yeah he really has, I’m just glad you finally saw threw it and are able to be... what you want now” he says standing up and leaving a small pile of change and bills to pay for his meal

[the-good-soldier]

"For a short while he won't mind. We can figure out a more permanent place for you to stay a little later." Michael pushed himself to his feet, gesturing for Jay to follow.

He walked to the door, holding it open for his brother. "What do you plan on doing if I'm able to help you unlock your powers?"

He began walking down the sidewalk back to the apartment. "As long as you stay out of my way and Adam's way I don't really care much what you do."

[jacks-sfw-muses]

"Hello dad. I didn't think I'd be seeing you again." Michael said with a glare. "Have you moved on from your murderous rampaging?"

"Well I uh... I'm human now so yeah no more... murder" Chuck says taking a breath and a step back. "Are you uh... here to kill me?" he asks

[the-good-soldier]

“It’s like, a number that lets you get a job. It stands for social security number, but you can’t let just any random person see it. Wouldn’t want someone just stealing ex-God’s identity." Adam laughed.

 “Yea basically, there’s a few steps in between. Like measuring out the laundry detergent, you really only need a cup. Then, dump it into here.” As he spoke, he grabbed the laundry detergent and began measuring it out then dumping it into the washing machine. 

“Okay now put your clothes in the machine, close the door, set it to warm water, and put the timer for about sixty minutes.” He guided Chuck through all the steps and then clapped his hands. “And viola! When that's done, we move it over to the dryer.”

[jacks-sfw-muses]

Chuck followed Adams steps putting his cloths in the washing machine and turning it on. “Alright, well that wasn’t too hard” he says nodding. 

“Yeah...  uh that would be... awkward.” he says shaking his head “Ok so how do I get this SSN then?” he asks counting out his change for the dryer and putting it in a seperate pocket then using what was left to get himself a soda from the machine. 

He sits down on one of the chairs watching the cloths “So do we just sit here till it’s done then?” he asks

[the-good-soldier]

Adam settled into the chair beside Chuck. "Yea we basically just sit here till it's done. Just easier that way."

He leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs, getting comfortable. "To get an SSN we start by filling out an online application. There's some documents they need, we might need to get those first. And by get, more like have Michael poof them into existence."

Adam looked over at Chuck and smirked. "Because I mean, I doubt you have a birth certificate."

[sugaraddictedarchangel]

~blank mind

» Send “Blank mind” for a situation where my muse doesn’t remember anything.

Gabriel looked around himself, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt and frowning a bit. He…. Couldn’t remember anything. How he got there or where there was… It was all a blank. A few almost memories, but nothing he could really seem to get a grasp on.

He sat down on the ground and wrapped his wings around himself. For some reason, they brought him comfort…

[sugaraddictedarchangel]

“I trust you. If you say he’s a friend then he’s my friend to.” 

Gabriel nodded, taking the offered hand. He did his best to follow Michael’s lead and hide his own wings, but all he managed was to fold them against his back. He frowned a bit at that, disappointed that he wasn’t able to make it work.

[the-good-soldier]

Michael gave his brother a lopsided smile as he watched him try to hide his wings. “It takes a bit of practice and focus. You’ve done it before, you’ll be able to do it again.”

Once they were both standing, he placed a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “I’ll save you the effort of trying to fly there yourself. It’s easier this way.”

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, the two of them disappeared from their spot on the sidewalk and reappeared in a small apartment. Michael gestured to the plan couch near the wall. “Sit and I’ll see what I can do about your memories.”

[trickster-witha-kelbasa]

“ooo... she has good taste” Gabriel says pulling out a recipe book and looking over the ingredients. “Well first thing’s first your going to have to go to the store cause I don’t have everything on this list” he says shaking his head. 

“So how long you been butt-buddies with your vessel?” he asks with a tease. He had to make light of the situation or he wasn’t going to be able to handle working with Michael at all. His nerves were already on edge. 

“By the way I don’t think the cake is going to matter to much she’ll probably just be excited to have her son be so powerful, like every parent wants there kid to be a doctor or lawyer or CEO but archhangel vessel tops those for most people” he says with a shrug

[the-good-soldier]

"If I'm getting ingredients from a store you will need to come with me. It confuses me still." Michael leaned over Gabriel's shoulder to look at the recipe. He tilted his head, trying to understand the strange abbreviations such as tsp and tbsp. After a moment he turned his head to look at Gabriel. “I have to say, I’m looking forward to spending this time with you.”

Michael reeled back when Gabriel began to tease him. His mouth turned down in a scowl and he sucked in a sharp breath. He shook his head and released the breath in a sigh. He knew he needed to let Gabriel tease for this to work at all, he just wasn’t used to it anymore. Most angels just followed him without question, usually in fear. “We were stuck in the cage for a long time together. A majority of that time it was just the two of us. Friendship was somewhat inevitable.”

“His mother is not very fond of me, to say the least. Considering I was the reason her son was trapped in hell-” He gestured at the counter with the recipe, bowls, and measuring cups. “-Hense the reason I am putting in so much effort for this.”

[jacks-sfw-muses]

"Hello dad. I didn't think I'd be seeing you again." Michael said with a glare. "Have you moved on from your murderous rampaging?"

"Well I uh... I'm human now so yeah no more... murder" Chuck says taking a breath and a step back. "Are you uh... here to kill me?" he asks

[the-good-soldier]

“It’s like, a number that lets you get a job. It stands for social security number, but you can’t let just any random person see it. Wouldn’t want someone just stealing ex-God’s identity." Adam laughed.

 “Yea basically, there’s a few steps in between. Like measuring out the laundry detergent, you really only need a cup. Then, dump it into here.” As he spoke, he grabbed the laundry detergent and began measuring it out then dumping it into the washing machine. 

“Okay now put your clothes in the machine, close the door, set it to warm water, and put the timer for about sixty minutes.” He guided Chuck through all the steps and then clapped his hands. “And viola! When that's done, we move it over to the dryer.”

[ithinkim-adorable-deactivated20]

          Dean smith.           Director of sales and marketing at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc.           Naturally, he was hardworking, charismatic and surprisingly well thought of, given both his respectable status and connections to his boss Mr. Adler.           His mother, Ellen, had often told him there were perks to keeping his friends close and his enemies closer. However, given the hours he worked and his fixed routine outside the office it was proving difficult to make many of either.

          He held a reasonably sized apartment, though it remained quite sparse with regards to furniture. It proved perfect at limiting distractions and keeping his mind focused.            His refrigerator was filled with various health foods which were often blended down into a nutritional beverage. Having had a cheat day two weeks prior had meant he was in need or a decent cleanse and just a few more sessions than necessary down at the gym.

          In some respects he enjoyed the alone time after growing somewhat sick of his own voice around the same point each mid week. And after hearing and feeling forced to laugh at the same unfunny jokes from his clientele.            But it was those idiots investing that was going to push him further up the corporate ladder and further feed into this illusion that he was meant for bigger and better things.           Right now, he just wanted to wipe the smug expression from Alders face when he dropped in to announce he was leaving early while adding a stack load of papers to Deans newly emptied IN box.

          Bastard.

          His all green juice cleanse was doing little to lighten his spirits, resembling something an infant would have chucked up and lacking the sweetness he’d been craving of late. Holding it away from himself while he glared down at his phone, skimming over the latest emails, most of which were going against company policy for there timing rather than the actual contents.            Thought the reminder about the meeting with the CEO of Richard Roman Enterprises just added to his stresses and seemed to amplify the shock of bumping into someone.

          The juice sloshing up between the two men, heavily spilling over Deans now clinched fist and over his shirt front before he was able to take a step back. The sound of the heavy drips hitting the sidewalk echoing in the brief silence.           “Dammit,“ Dean grumbled before throwing the crushed plastic to one side and shaking this hand dry. “You good for a shirt too? I’d just had this dry cleaned!“

[the-good-soldier]

Michael gave the other man a once over. The once clean button up now ruined with stains the same colour and consistency of something his youngest brother Gabriel would throw up whenever he had the flu. 

Although raising his siblings for the majority of his life made him quite used to unsightly things, he still grimaced. Partly from the mental image of his four-year-old brother with a stomach bug. However, mostly his grimace was caused by the realization that he would need to buy some new high-end dress shirt from the latest fashion line at Hawes & Curtis or some other luxury brand that charges way too much for a white shirt that could be bought for $20 just about anywhere.

Michael didn't even want to think about how much of a dent that would put in his monthly budget. Unsurprisingly, trying to support six younger siblings on a graduate student's budget left very little spare change for fancy button up's. At least the university part was funded by the air force.

The lovely perks of active service.

He suppressed a sigh. He was going to buy this man a new drink and a new shirt, not because he wanted to -and by god he didn’t- but because it was the right thing to do. Sometimes his morals frustrated him to no end, but it was what he was taught growing up.

“Yes, a new shirt too. Whatever shirt you desire because-” He gave a strained smile, his eyes followed the crushed plastic bottle as it was haphazardly cast aside to the sidewalk and his smile pulled thin. His sentence trailed off.

Seriously? It wasn’t that hard to just carry it to the nearest garbage can or recycling bin. Michael bent down and scooped up the bottle, giving Dean a pointed look and finishing his sentence. “-I’m a good person.”

It was a petty insult but Michael had heard the sharpness in the other man’s tone and there was nothing Michael hated more than disrespect. Even if the disrespect was coming from someone he had just ruined their drink, shirt, and evening in one fell swoop. Nevertheless, he felt the smallest twinge of satisfaction from his jab.

“I believe there’s one of those organic grocery stores not far from here, they might still be open. I’ll buy you a new drink.” He gestured in front of him with the hand holding the once discarded bottle. “Lead the way.”

[the-good-soldier]

;;I got back from camping Monday, I'll get on replies soon once I get back into the muse of things. Unsurprisingly being in the middle of the woods for a week is great for your creativity but just never for the things you need the creativity for

[leneemusing]

how am i to know? how am i to know until it’s too late…

[metamorphesque]

— Blue Iris, Mary Oliver   

[ text ID: Now that I’m free to be myself, who am I? ]

[angelfishofthelord]

{Midam as romance tropes}

Day 6: Ships @spnarchangelweek

[the-good-soldier]

"Have you finally come around to understand that father was using us... all of us?" Jay asks looking over at his brother "Or have you come to try and drag me back to heaven?" he asks crossing his arms over his chest.

Michael tried to shoot his brother a threatening glare, but in the end it fell flat. He allowed himself to half sit, half slump down into the nearest chair. His shoulders sagged. "When did you realize the truth? When he left you to die on the cross?"

He shook his head and laughed bitterly. "I must have been insufferable to all of you when I was still loyal to him... I still don't want to believe it's the truth."

[the-good-soldier]

"Agreed. Do you have somewhere in mind? Adam has an apartment I could take you to. He’s not exactly fond of having either of our families there, but that’s because they tend to show up uninvited. ” Michael nodded, looking around.

This small coffee shop although quaint was not exactly the privacy they needed for Michael to go digging around in Jay’s grace. A few people who must have overheard some of their conversation had already given them strange looks or were continuously watching them from the corner of their eyes.

He sighed and let his shoulders sag for a moment, before squaring them again. “Father has put all of us through a lot, we will just have to be patient with each other when it comes to growing a familial bond again.”