So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
🥇 in bobbysinger 06/04/2020
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"Maybe ask porn-head over there."
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Head dipping I snap it back up and try to zero in of the San Script writing. I'd borrowed a ghoul lore book from the university library and all of the slanted ink is beginning to blur together. Between getting hardly any sleep and our constant fighting my body's running on empty. Snapping, I twist my head from the script and grit "Do you mind not eating those on my bed?"
Back pressed against the headboard, Dean shovels more messy chili cheese fries into his mouth. Not even sparing me a glance, Dean flippantly replies "No I don't mind." Narrowing my gaze where he sits I angrily clench my hands harder around the hardcover. Observing Dean shovel more chili cheese fries without a care in the world I have to tear my gaze from him as the irritation in me begins to bubble once more. After a moment he questions "How's the research going?"
"You know how it's going?" Sam turns around and snaps at his brother "Slow. You know what would make it go faster? If I had my computer."
Whilst Dean hums across the room, I mutter under my breath "Pity none of us have it."
"What the hell happened to it then Eleanor?" Sam questions me across the table, my gaze looking at him from the hood of my lashes.
Rolling my eyes at the insinuation, I defensively state "Why don't you back off?" Whilst Sam narrows his hard gaze, I flick my hand out accusingly towards Dean "Maybe ask porn-head over there."
This time I get Dean's attention, his irked gaze catching mine "Coming from the girl who slashed the tyres on-"
"I didn't slash shit!" I growl for the third time today. Rolling my eyes I don't argue back after a quiet moment. If I do we're just going to keep going in the same circles we have for the past three days. Instead I drop my gaze back to the scripture in my hands, my feet angling me precariously on the legs of my chair.
After a pause, Sam huffs one last time "Can you turn that down? Please?"
"Yeah" Dean answers him "Absolutely."
I can't help but close my eyes when Dean turns the music up instead. Silently I share an irked look with Sam before both our irritated gazes fall back on Dean who's still flipping through his magazine and shoveling chili cheese fries. "You know what?" Sam patiently breathes out "Maybe you should... uh... goes someplace else for a while."
