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XQUEENOVAK → BURNEDBRIIGHT

&. there’s a lot of reasons why i’m doing this but mainly because i just need a fresh start on claire. new blog, new start — i’m only bringing over a few verses & threads that i want. so, i’ll see you all there !

love - chaz xoxo

xqueenovak-blog

XQUEENOVAK → BURNEDBRIIGHT

&. there’s a lot of reasons why i’m doing this but mainly because i just need a fresh start on claire. new blog, new start — i’m only bringing over a few verses & threads that i want. so, i’ll see you all there !

love - chaz xoxo

xqueenovak-blog

XQUEENOVAK → BURNEDBRIIGHT

&. there’s a lot of reasons why i’m doing this but mainly because i just need a fresh start on claire. new blog, new start — i’m only bringing over a few verses & threads that i want. so, i’ll see you all there !

love - chaz xoxo

XQUEENOVAK → BURNEDBRIIGHT

&. there's a lot of reasons why i'm doing this but mainly because i just need a fresh start on claire. new blog, new start -- i'm only bringing over a few verses & threads that i want. so, i'll see you all there !

love - chaz xoxo

#( &. blogging from the batcave. )#( &. psa. )#;; go follow me there !!

smokeair

#;; if i wasnt totally in love with kbell #;; indiana evans would've been my perf fancast for claire #;; just look at her !#( &. blogging from the batcave. )

Audre Lorde, “Sequelae”

#( &. scripture. )

applying for this fucking course is making me want to tear out my fucking hair for fucks sake

#;; i can't find a fucking reference #;; the only one i've got is when i went to college for a month #;; suffered a breakdown & left #;; because they weren't helping me at all #;; f u c k i t a l l #( &. blogging from the batcave. )

xxcamael:

There’d been a time where Camael had thought she was indestructible as well. But time had shown her just how wrong she’d been, had taught her a lesson against such cockiness. Cam could see Claire shift away out of the corner of her eyes and she sighed. She was scaring the girl who she considered her own and that was something Camael never wanted to do.

Licking her lips, the archangel turned blue eyes over to Claire. She sat down on the bed and motioned for the young woman to come over. Only once Claire was seated next to her did Camael start to pluck the words from where they were stuck in her throat.

”Now, you now that angels can heal their vessels to perfection… so you have to understand that for my vessel to be scarred like it is, it’s because my grace itself has been scarred. It can’t heal the damage completely.”

She spoke quietly, as if a vocal pitch higher than this would shatter the very air around them and they would all suffocate on the jagged shards. Cam swallowed hard and looked at Claire, reaching over to tuck a strand of sunshine hair behind her cute little ear. A small broken smile before the archangel continued,

“I recieved the one on my back first. It was a punishment. You see, I left Heaven to escape Michael’s war against Lucifer. But Castiel and the Winchester’s were able to renew my faith. Not in God, but in the purpose I’d been charged with. But things don’t always go according to plan, Claire. I was ambushed and taken back to Heaven and for my crime of abandoning my post, among other things, I was put in a cell and branded. An angel working in the prison made sure that I would never forget where my allegiance was to lie.” she explained.

Another tiny wobbly smile, index finger reaching out to boop Claire on the nose.

“I didn’t. My allegiance will always lie with humanity, with you and your father.”

no matter how the angel scared her; claire still trusted her with her life -- camael had looked after her since the day she'd come into her & her dad's lives -- there's no other that she trusted as much. seated next to her, claire blinks & listens, her expression twisted into one conveying horror & anger -- that she'd been treated so. camael was family now; & to hear the things she was put through, angered claire a lot more than most things did.

her nose scrunched up when cam tapped it, & a grin widened on her face.

❛ you're safe with us, cam -- you're family. ❜

#xxcamael #;; i love this so much #( &. v ; divine touch. )

"—this is because I’m wearing flannel, isn’t it."

❛ -- was it that obvious ? ❜

#barkinglaugh #;; rood claire #;; i LOVE U TWO <3

"——Claire? —Claire!!!

Okay, listen, you’re gonna be fine. I’m just gonna call for help, alright? Just hang on. Jesus Christ.”

❛ no -- !!

please, don't go -- i, i need you to stay, oh god ---- ❜

#iimmundus #( &. v ; in the bunker. )

The archangel jerked away from the touch of a calloused fingerpad ghosting over the mark upon her back. Camael whirled around —rather pointless as it only showed off the even more vulnerable burn scar at her abdomen — before quickly pulling the new clean shirt Claire had provided her with. Her eyes refused to meet her charge’s, instead focused somewhere to the left.

“Don’t.” she mumbled.

I can barely stand your father touching them sometimes, please don’t touch them.

“Just… don’t touch them when I’m not bracing for the contact, Claire. It’s… not a smart idea and I don’t… I don’t want to trigger memories and somehow hurt you without meaning to.”

claire pulls her hand back as the archangel jerks away & she stays like that for a moment, chewing on her lip. she'd never thought of cam as anything that could be harmed, she was made of iron, marble -- strong. but she'd seen the burn & the scar & it made her realize that cam could be hurt. it scared her.

❛ -- sorry; i didn't realize . . . ❜

shifting her stance, claire lets her hand drop & moves to shut her wardrobe door.

❛ . . . how did you get it ? ❜

#xxcamael #;; yes some angst to start off my morning xD #( &. v ; divine touch. )