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ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ He tilted his head to the side, eyebrow arched. “Why should my name be a joke?” Of course, Lucifer being Lucifer, he was pretty aware where the question came from. Most of the time, it was amusing. Sometimes, it was annoying. Tonight, he would go for amusing, though. At least for the moment.

“Did you expect someone with horns and red skin, wearing a tux and cape? mine is still in the laundry, I fear. But I can go and get my trident, if that will help you in any way?”

“why would your name be a joke to me?” where to even start? shaking his head which shook any sense of amusement from his expression because the last thing he found this topic was amusing. the damage that lucifer had caused him internally, to his world and the people he loved in it? it was beyond comprehension. 

“enough. alright?” finishing the drink in his hands way too quickly. “if it was... you. if you were him, you’d... you’d know me. number one meat suit? ring any bells?” sam knew he should pull his tone back in but it was as if this subject was raw... just the mention of his name hurt somehow and jokes? this guy couldn’t be the real lucifer... his lucifer. 

[tircdsouls]

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.｡.:*☆ Lucifer chuckled as they walked, mostly to himself, wondering if he could get Chloe all hot and flustered, if he would only continue to talk like this for long enough.

“Your bed would be a start, I suppose.” But, all the dirty teasing aside, what he really wanted, was a place in her heart. “Unless there is already someone else? Like, and sort of contest there I should know about, maybe?”

"my bed? hmm." nodding as she looked at him, not really saying whether she was considering it or not. "somebody else?" the scoff that left her lips was aimed at how ridiculous the question seemed. "i spend all of my time with you or a ten-year-old. i think you all of people would know if i was dating somebody." she wasn’t. 

 “you know instead of making this about a game or a contest you could... i don’t know? just ask me out?”

[misfittcys]

@tircdsouls​ ( judith for michonne )

Judith felt her lips curl into a smile as she looked at the other. Something about her was all too familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “You own a katana? I love them! Not 100% sure why but I think it’s something to do with my Mom.”

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michonne hadn't been expecting anyone to be there, turning over her shoulder cautiously to glance at who had approached. "i do." nodding, her fingers running down the back of the sword as she placed it back in her belt. “your mom has one of these?” it didn’t seem like something that anyone would just carry around. her eyes drifted over the female, a sense of familiarity falling over her but it couldn’t be. was it? she didn’t want to give anything away yet just in case this was a trick. 

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ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ Daryl shrugged. “They are mostly inviting themselves in.” It was okay, though, at least so far, seeing they did not much more than drinking and gambling, so it was almost like living through the apocalypse again, minus the zombies.

“Okay,” He nodded, knowing he would never force, anyway. People would talk when they felt like it. Or, they would not. It was not Daryl’s choice to make. “Want a drink at least, maybe?”

michonne nodded when he explained to her, she really hadn't meant it as a bad thing. it was nice to see that he was being social here and trying to settle because without her children or her people? that hadn't been easy for her. it still wasn't. "learn to lock your door." she teased. 

it wasn't like her issue was a secret but she hadn't come here to talk about it, she would in her own time and when she'd processed it herself. "what happened to sleeping?" opening her one eye as she smiled, sitting up properly from the bottom of his bed as she nodded. "sure. beer?”

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ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ “That does make no sense, Sam…” The nephilim shook his head as they walked. “Isn’t the concept of a family to care about each other, and also to worry, if needed? I mean, it is for sure like this with you and Dean.

At the other question, Jack had to laugh. “Not like this. I am talking about computer games, Sam! With a guy from work. He’d wanted to cheat in order to win, and it if not work out in his favour.”

did it make sense? maybe not to some but it did to him. he'd already seen first hand what worrying about him could do to someone and he didn't want to dump his issues on jack's plate too. "hey, i didn't say not to care. you don't get off that easy." nudging him gently as they walked. 

"computer games? huh?" now he knew he was showing his age as he nodded, glad that the conversation had taken that turn rather than fistfights. "what games are you playing?" he wondered, hoping he shouldn't already know that answer as he glanced back to jack.

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ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ Gabriel shook his head. “I can teleport, but only within the city limits. Which should worry me, I guess.” But it didn’t. At least, not yet. Not as long as the angel was comfortable with this life.

Pulling out his phone, he texted a short message to the shop that something else would require his interest for the rest of the day. “Have I never been not sure? Seriously, Sam, do not worry about me so much. The shop is something to fill up my time, but I would never put it above you. Or Dean and Cass. Okay?”

"that's..." what, exactly? "do you want help figuring it out? if there's anything i can do..." if it was important to gabriel then it was important to him as he offered a brief smile.

 "there's that." chuckling slightly when he asked if he has ever not been sure. "i worry. it’s what i do. get used to it.” the smile on his features was more genuine now and there was no harshness to his words but he did worry... he always did. “okay.” nodding his head. “thanks.”

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.｡.:*☆ “The way you look at me right now I feel that I might always have to worry about you…” He sighed, shaking his head. Sam had gone through a lot already, and Jack knew it, but he had hoped living in limbo would make things better, for all of them.

“But alright then…. food! And, hey, can I tell you the story how this guy thought he could beat me yesterday, and then it did backfire onto him?”

“and i’m telling you don’t. i should be the one who worries about you, not the other way around.” his tone fairly soft but the last thing he wanted was jack worrying about him, he was pretty sure he'd already got dean concerned so he didn't need anything else right now. "i'm fine." the two words he repeated so much they actually meant nothing to him any more. 

"not just food... you promised icecream." forcing a smile as they walked. "beat you?” concern falling over him for a brief second before he quickly added. “yeah, sure. what happened?"

[tircdsouls]

ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ “As I will always have yours.” Lucifer knew there were things he did not, could not tell Chloe, but that was mostly because he wanted to protect her. And sometimes, maybe, so she would not lecture him.

Shrugging, he waited so they could finally leave, not wanting to storm into Chloe’s place like he would basically own it. “My my my…. you know pretty well I would be able to handle you, detective. All you need to do, is to finally let me in so I can show you. It is all up to you now. I am ready and willing whenever.”

"i know." a slight nod because despite what they'd been through, the teasing and whatever else they got up too... she did know that. "and i hope you know what that means to me." they'd saved each other but she was well aware of what lucifer had done for her. well, perhaps she had no idea the extent of things he'd done for her but the bits she did know? she would always be grateful for. 

chloe followed after him, bringing her hands into her jacket pockets as they walked to her room which under some weird circumstance wasn’t all that far from his. “let you in how, lucifer?” into her bed? because he had somehow already wormed his way into her heart. “i’ll keep that in mind.”

[tircdsouls]

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.｡.:*☆ “Just people from work trying to socalize,” Daryl shrugged. “Which means basically, they come here hoping for drinks and a round of poker, usually.” Which was not something Daryl did mind. But sometimes, he just wanted to exist in peace.

Her answer made him arch a brow. “And ya’r going to tell me, or…? Mean, I won’t press, but, ya know, might help to spill it out, and all that - right?”

“they should know better.” turning to fully look at him with a small smile to show she was teasing. "you’re meeting new people here?" nodding her head, seen as he'd basically just confirmed it. "that's good." it's what they should be doing, she'd met people from work too... not that she had them making visits after work but each to their own. she liked that he had people here, it was important. 

“not yet.” closing her eyes as her head rested back against the wall. “but i will soon.” she just needed more time to get her head around it first. “deal?”

[tircdsouls]

vinewhiipped‌:

Rick had far too much blood on his hands to immediately trust anywhere he wound up. Limbo seemed SAFE, which was exactly why he had to keep his guard up. It didn’t help that he was on edge because he didn’t have his son with him, something he’d become increasingly accustomed to. “Did I ? Doesn’t sound like any promise I’d make.” He replied in jest. They didn't really have the luxury of haircuts and shaving any time they felt like it. It was a miracle when they were able to brush their teeth twice a day. “You’ve been keepin’ me in line for a while now, only seems fair you’d continue.” Her sudden closeness surprised him. If he had any MEMORY of what they became in the future, he wouldn’t be so shocked. Then, he heard the crack in her voice and immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his frame. He didn’t know what ailed her. He thought perhaps it was how odd things were now. No snarling walkers, no desperate violence against settlements. “It may not be alright right now but, it will be. We’ll find Carl and then we can figure things out. Have you seen him ?”

hearing him question whether he made those promises didn't necessarily stand out as strange to her. she presumed he was screwing with her rather than that he didn't remember. "you did." her voice soft as she smiled slightly. "i made it worth your while." a tease but also true, her head tilting so she could study his facial expression, take in every piece of him because he had missed him more than she thought it was capable to miss a person. feeling him pull her in, she didn't hesitate to press her body against his, bringing her arms to wrap around him tightly. “i can’t believe it’s really you.” she whispered, keeping herself close to him. it had been years since she had last saw him. years. judith was her own person now, although she’d always been her own little character even as a baby. there was so much she had to tell him so much she was desperate to say but she didn’t want to overwhelm him with news of RJ. it was the mention of carl that alerted her to the fact that something wasn’t right. “what?” pulling back only ever so slightly, her arms still around him as she glanced at him with wider eyes. “you know as well as i do that carl...” pausing so she could keep her voice under control. “we won’t find him here, rick.”

[tircdsouls]

vinewhiipped‌:

He would have spotted MICHONNE miles away. Rick’s chest felt lighter as soon as he heard her voice and despite everything that he could recall ( Terminus having JUST been departed from for him ), he smiled. A little overwhelmed by his surroundings which consisted of a working town with citizens who weren’t actively trying to kill him, he thought he might accidentally shed a few tears and present himself as vulnerable immediately upon reuniting with his companion. But, instead, the smile lingered as he looked her over to assess her for any damage. She seemed okay and oddly enough, he was, too. “Yeah, I know, I really need’ta shave.” Rick touched the beard on his face and a hoarse chuckle came out. “I don’t look THAT bad, do I ?”

it was odd being in this situation because this was exactly what she had been striving for at alexandria, it was the type of connection and relationship she wanted between the communities. the fact that it was just handed to her on a plate here meant that she was having a hard time trusting it. however, she was trying and she wouldn't give up on it. michonne couldn't remove her eyes from his face, from him. it was rick. her partner. he was stood right there as if none of it had happened. like she hadn't watched him... die. "you swore you wouldn't let it get that bad again." a brief smile filling her features, her head tilting slightly. “this is clearly what happens when you don’t have me around to force you.” a gentle tease. “no.” her voice quiet as she shook her head, she didn’t care if he had a beard down to his knee’s as long as he was okay and alive. alive. she could feel the tears glistening in her eyes but they didn’t dare break to fall down her cheeks. “rick.” her voice a whisper as she took steps towards him, not being able to help herself as her one hand reached to touch the side of his face. 

[tircdsouls]

ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ “Yeah. And I would snap my finger and teleport us right into the show, but it seems that trick does not work anymore since I woke up here…” The angel made a face, almost as if he was feeling sad about the fact. 

And, again, he had been teasing, though, it seemed like Same wasn’t really noticing that anymore lately. “You know that was a joke again, right?” Sighing, he booped the hunter’s nose. “You are all tense, so - how about I leave my shop to the clerks for the rest of the day and give you a massage instead, maybe?”

"you can't teleport?" he'd pass on being transported back into any shows, his last experience was experience enough but gabriel couldn't do it anymore? "guessing you haven't figured out why?" sam wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, the last thing he wanted was gabriel being made vulnerable because he didn't have his powers any more.

 a strained chuckle escaped him when gabriel said he’d been teasing, “not doing so well at this am i?” he wanted to be, he was trying to be better. sam brought his hands to either side of his face, bringing his lips to press firmly but slowly against his for a simple moment. he just wanted to show his appreciaion rather than constantly verbally say it.  “are you sure?”

[tircdsouls]

ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ “You think I would not tell you, if there was more? I feel offended now!” Truth was, Lucifer would not tell her, indeed. At least not when it would mean trouble in the end. Trouble for him, that was. 

“Oh, and I think red would suit you very well. Or a little black silk. And, damn, you know you can only tease a man that much, right?” He tried to reach for her, too, but there Chloe was gone already, very much to Lucifer’s dissappointment.

"as a matter of fact, no lucifer i don't. past experience tells me the opposite." her features remained soft, she was just pointing out previous times where this had happened. "but as long as you know i have your back." nodding her head, her eyes trying to find his as she smiled slightly.

“black silk? now that i’m going to have to try. i’ll let you know how it goes.” chloe teased, only pulling back slightly and purely because she had no idea what would happen if she didn’t. it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, she did... she trusted him with her life but it was herself in this situation she didn’t trust. “scared you can’t handle it?” nudging him playfully as a chuckle escaped her lips. 

[tircdsouls]

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.｡.:*☆ “Sorry. Thought you would be someone else.” Sometimes, some of his co-workers came over, and Daryl had already thought about getting himself a dog to keep them out of his private space. Living with a room-mate was already testing his limits as it was.

“Long day? Or do I have to go and punch someone into their face?”

"someone else i should know about?" her eyebrow lifted but her features softened to show she was teasing, a brief smile as she leaned her head back against the wall. michonne didn't get into daryl's business like that, if there was something he wanted to share she'd always be willing to listen but she tried not to pry that much.

 "actually..." pausing briefly. "both." not that she actually wanted him punching anyone in the face here. the fact that the two of them were seeming to stay out of trouble felt like a miracle in itself. 

[tircdsouls]

ofcscavengcrs‌:

.｡.:*☆ “Very much so, my friend.” Lucifer would not ask for the reasons, though. In his experience, the guy would tell him himself, if he did really want to.  So, the devil just handed the drink with a nod and a smile.

“Why, would someone be after you then?” It was meant as a joke, though, Lucifer could very much imagine that it was really possible to happen. “Lucifer Morningstar. Nice to meet you then, Sam.”

"i'll take your word for it then." shrugging and acting like he wasn't sure he did need the drink when actually he was certain that he did. he took the drink, bringing it to his lips as he took a sip. "mm," nodding slightly. "it's good." 

"should ask why they wouldn't be..." trying to pull off what he said as a joke too. "it's a quicker answer." he tried to tease once more. all the attempts, the small talk, everything fell away when he mentioned his name. “this is a joke, right?” someone was clearly trying to screw with him? “you’re not... no... he couldn’t be.

[macsmanymuses]

Well known at most of the bars in Limbo, having gigged at all of them at one time or another, Thomas had chatted with every bartender and bouncer on his way in to the pool table. Once there, he picked up the cue and looked to see who would join him. “Up for a friendly match?” 

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chloe had given herself a pep talk before heading out tonight, telling herself she needed to dress up in something nice and go to somewhere other than lux. somewhere that she wouldn't accidentally bump into lucifer. at first, she didn’t think the question was aimed at her, taking another sip of her beer before she glanced back in his direction. “you’re asking... me?” eyes brows raised in surprise more than anything as she nodded, knowing she hadn’t come out tonight to simply stand and drink beer by herself. “sure.” nodding her head, letting a slight smile spread on her features. “i hope you’re prepared to lose?” she teased, lifting the cue up.”

[tircdsouls]

magiclvst‌:

what left her surprised was purely the fact that the universe wasn’t her own. everything about it rang unfamiliar ; a wicked form of magic formulated the walls around them , and rowena would know about the racy arts. under no circumstance should she be alive , the prophecy had been edged closer and her demise had been sealed with the knife at sam winchester’s hand. and there is a the clutch at her progressive heart. she never would have found herself to give a flying MUC. 

❝ samuel ?? ❞

 the name left those crimson lips with an uncertainty  ; but placed her empty whiskey glass down on the counter and rose to her feet. she almost expected his appearance to be a figment of her imagination ; what else could this possibly be ??

sam felt them... every single person they lost, he still felt it and he was sure his brother did too but at the moment? all it kind of felt like was that they were losing. losing their friends, family, loved ones, their home and sam wasn't sure how he could simply get past that. moving on was becoming less realistic the more time went on and now there was rowena. it was bad enough that he couldn’t seem to close his eyes without seeing her face. now she was here when he was awake too? maybe this was hell getting back at him, like he had it coming for what he’d done. 

“yeah. it’s me.”

 his acknowledgement quiet as he bowed his head slightly. was this real? was this just more tricks? he didn’t want to look up to find out in all honestly. 

“rowena. how...? i saw you. i --”