𝔖HE [WHO]… 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒

@wiccaanways   ( … )     it’s   not   a   power   move,   langdon.   it’s   a   ‘I-don’t-have-your-number-and-any-way-of-contacting-you’   move.     [      the   nephilim   corrected,   biting   on   the   inside   of   her   cheek   as   her   arms   folded   over   her   chest.   she   paused   for   a   moment,   before   she   gestured   with   a   sharp   nod   of   her   head   towards   the   papers   and   photographs   neatly   stacked   in   different   piles   over   on   her   table.      ]      I   needed   to   show   you   something.   and   I   need   to   know   whether   you   recognise   any   of   these   runes.      

@eadimidium    ( … )    [      a   low   groan   slipped   out   of   callie,   swallowed   by   the   curtain   of   hair   that   had   fallen   over   her   face.   she   burrowed   deeper   into   the   pillow,   doing   everything   in   her   power   to   pretend   the   morning   didn’t   exist.   early   hours   were   never   her   strong   suit,   and   today   felt   even   worse   than   usual,   given   the   hangover.   the   bright   burst   of   daylight   that   julia   unleashed   by   yanking   the   curtains   open   hit   her   like   a   shockwave,   sharp   and   unwelcome.   the   nephilim   squeezed   her   eyes   shut,   wishing   the   room   would   stop   feeling   so   loud   and   so   bright.   she   lifted   a   hand   just   enough   to   gesture   weakly   in   julia’s   direction.    ]      five   more   minutes. 

@FANGEDFXCK   ( … )    [      angel   blade   in   hand,   the   nephilim   kept   her   sharp   gaze   focused   entirely   on   the   vampire.   finding   him   hadn’t   been   difficult — tracking   creatures   like   him   was   what   she   did.   power   hummed   beneath   her   skin,   that   innate   sense   that   tugged   her   toward   anything   supernatural,   and   tonight   it   had   led   her   straight   to   him.   her   scowl   deepened   as   he   widened   the   distance   between   them.   fine.   if   he   wanted   to   run,   she   had   other   ways   to   bring   him   down.   with   a   smooth,   practiced   motion,   callie   slid   the   blade   back   into   the   sheath   at   her   hip   and   reached   for   the   compact   crossbow   strapped   across   her   back.   the   string   was   already   drawn;   all   she   had   to   do   was   notch   the   arrow.   she   lifted   the   weapon,   breath   steadying   as   she   tracked   the   vampire’s   movements.   he   was   fast — faster   than   most   she’d   hunted — but   not   fast   enough   to   escape   her   sight.   she   exhaled,   letting   instinct   take   over.   then   she   fired.     ] 

@wiccaanways    ( … )      huh.   well — if   that’s   what   I’ve   supposedly   been   doing,   then   I’m   clearly   doing   a   pretty   lousy   job   of   it.      [      the   winchester   huntress   muttered   the   words   under   her   breath,   already   recognising   that   voice   the   moment   it   cut   through   the   quiet   night.   she   shut   her   car   door   with   a   dull   thud,   pulse   still   settling   from   the   way   he’d   materialised   out   of   absolutely   nowhere   in   the   middle   of   the   road.   instinct   had   taken   over;   her   foot   had   slammed   the   brake   before   her   brain   caught   up.     ]     blinking   into   existence   in   front   of   my   car   was   / fucking   stupid /,   by   the   way.     [     callie   added,   folding   her   arms   over   her   chest   as   her   eyes   narrowed.      ]     I   haven’t   been   avoiding   you.   I   just   haven’t   actively   sought   you   out.   there’s   a   difference.   if   you   wanted   to   talk,   you   could’ve   tried   something   a   little   less   dramatic   than   playing   supernatural   roadkill.

@dearprey    ( … )     limping   is   still   walking,   smartass.     [      the   nephilim   let   out   a   breathy   chuckle,   the   corners   of   her   mouth   curling   up   in   genuine   amusement.   her   eyes   wandered   across   the   wall.   it   was…   nice,   seeing   the   beaming   smiles   of   his   family,   his   pack.   it   was   times   like   this   that   she   wished   she   had   grown   up   with   sam   and   dean   because    although   she’d   go   to   hell   and   back   for   them   (   and   vice   versa   ),   she   never   had   the   same   bond   as   they   did   with   one   other.      ]       hell,   if   I   could   get   a   perfume   that   deterred   my   supernatural   essence,   I   would.     [      she   mused,   hissing   through   clenched   teeth   as   he   lowered   her   carefully   onto   the   edge   of   the   bed.      ]       cas   is   trying   to   find   a   way   to   at   least   dull   it.   apparently,   nephilims   are   practically   extinct,   so   my   luck   is   about   zero   to   none. 
            
            /     LOVE   YOUUUUU   < 33

l͟i͟m͟p̲,  you mean.  there stairs are too much for you right now.   [ he states evenly,  no harshness or sarcasm to it.  instead,  he smiles slightly in response to her reaction.  halfway up now. ]    yes.  consider it hot water tax.   [ he says playfully,  nodding once.  in the back of his mind,  he’s lecturing her,  telling her how she needs to be more careful—-  how she should’ve taken backup with her.  but he doesn’t.  he knows better,  especially with her.  they reach the top of the stairs and makes his way to the master bedroom.  the walls are decorated with pictures of his family,  julia and suki included. ]   it’s good you ended it.  you should really get something to mask it.  a charm or something—-  anything.  this is bad enough.  
            
            /   i’m blushing rn  <33  you’re the sweetest EVERRR i love your writing sm as well it’s soooo good 

@dearprey   ( … )    [       despite   her   teasing,   the   nephilim   couldn’t   help   but   be   startled   as   she   suddenly   no   longer   felt   her   feet   against   the   floor.   her   grip   instinctively   tightened   around   his   shoulder   as   he   lifted   her,   teeth   clenching   into   a   hiss   as   her   free   hand   pressed   against   the   gash.       ]       you   realise   I   was   joking,   right ?   I   can   walk.      [       callie   let   out   a   strained   laugh,   though   she   didn’t   have   the   energy   to   squirm   out   of   his   grasp.   she   sucked   in   a   breath.      ]      is   an   explanation   required   for   me   to   take   that   beautiful   hot   shower ?     [       the   winchester   woman   questioned,   before   grimacing,   eyes   briefly   closing.      ]       ran   into   a   high-tier   demon,   by   complete   coincidence.   he   could   smell   what   I   was   instantly   and   — argh —   he   got   a   good   fight   in   before   I   sent   his   sorry   ass   back   to   hell. 
            
            /    girl,   if   that   was   half-assed,   you’re   a   FRICKIN’   good   writer   because   I   still   thought   it   was   amazing   lmao

[ slowly,  julia nods as she listens to the other.  her leg crosses over the other as she sits up straight in her seat. ]    what are these dreams about?  and what makes you think they’re not just dreams anymore?  

@eadimidium    ( … )     [       callie   glanced   over   at   her,   a   small   grim   smile   forming   on   her   features.   an   exhale   escaped   her   as   she   twisted   one   of   the   many   rings   on   her   fingers.      ]      kind   of.    I   keep   having   these   dreams.   at   first,   I   thought   they   were   nothing,   but   now   I’m   not   so   sure. 

and i’m pretty sure it’s n͟o͟t͟ nothing.    [ the dhampir notes,  a knowing expression being sent her way. ]    is it your brothers?  

@dearprey    ( … )      hey…   look   at   me   for   a   second.     [      callie’s   voice   dropped   to   a   low   murmur,   barely   above   a   breath,   as   her   hands   slid   up   to   rest   gently   on   his   shoulders.   the   tension   coiled   beneath   his   skin   made   her   thumbs   press   a   little   firmer,   grounding   him.   her   expression   softened,   the   sharp   worry   in   her   eyes   easing   into   something   steadier   as   she   searched   his   face,   trying   to   catch   his   gaze   and   hold   it.   over   his   shoulder,   her   eyes   flicked   toward   the   house — toward   the   silhouettes   of   their   companions   moving   behind   the   windows.    ]    I   know   you’re   scared.   I   know   you   feel   like   you   have   to   do   something,   and   do   it   fast.   but   running   in   alone ?  that’s   not   a   plan.   that’s   you   throwing   yourself   into   the   fire   and   hoping   you   don’t   get   burned.
            
                   what   if   it   gets   inside   / your /   head ?   twists   things ?   you   think   you’re   immune,   but   you’re   not.    if   you   go   in   there   without   backup…   who’s   going   to   pull   you   out   if   something   goes   wrong ?     [     the   nephilim   tilted   her   head,   studying   him   with   a   quiet   intensity   that   made   the   air   feel   heavier.      ]     I   can   help   you.     [     she   said,   softer   now,   but   no   less   firm.     ]     you   know   what   I   am.   you   know   what   I   can   do.   I   can   sense   things   the   others   can’t — entities,   shifts,   presences   that   try   to   hide   or   distort   themselves.   if   this   thing   tries   to   mess   with   us,   I’ll   feel   it   before   it   gets   close.   you   don’t   have   to   face   this   alone.   and   you   shouldn’t.

[ no one knew its real name.  hunters named it after what it left behind.  it looked human until it was too late.  it’s voice didn’t travel through air—-  it slid straight into the mind,  soft and intimate,  shaped from memories.  it borrowed tones from people you trusted;  lovers, family,  old friends,  the dead—-  it could sound like regret,  forgiveness, and safety all at once.  it didn’t chase,  it c͟o͟n͟v͟i͟n͟c͟e͟d͟.  it fed on hesitation and on the instinct to turn back when someone sounded afraid.  
                 once close enough,  it didn’t rip you apart—-  it o͟p̲e͟n͟e͟d͟ you.  a thin,  invisible blade of bone slipped between ribs,  painless at first—-  surgical.  victims were often found standing upright,  eyes open,  faces calm,  as if they’d simply stopped mid-thought.  inside,  everything was rearranged.  not removed.  
                 that was why julia and suki were staying behind with sammy—-  warding charms,  sigils,  iron lines drawn in salt and ash.  suki’s spirit watching the perimeter.  julia pacing like a loaded weapon,  sarcasm barely covering the fact she’d already memorized every escape route.  they were safe there.  
                 ben felt her words land like a pressure against a bruise.  he looks away at first,  not because he’s feeling guilt,  but because if he held her gaze any longer,  she’d see it.  she would see the calculation and subtle fear he attempted to hide.  his jaw flexed once. ]    this isn’t about capability,  callie.    [ he turns back to her,  eyes darker now,  stripped of the usual distance.  there’s something raw in them he didn’t bother to hide. ]    this thing doesn’t care about how skilled you are or how brave you pretend to be.   ( .. )    it doesn’t fight you.  it studies you and uses e͟v͟e͟r͟y̲t͟h͟i͟n͟g̲ you know against you.   [ his throat tightens. ]     i’ve seen hunters walk into its arms because they believed it to be someone they loved.  it completely fucks with your head—-   

@dearprey    ( … )      and   dean ?   where   will   he   be ?   with   you ?      [       callie   asked,   eyebrows   furrowing   in   disbelief   as   her   arms   folded   over   her   chest.   she   shook   her   head.      ]     no.   / no /.    I   won’t   sit   on   the   sidelines   while   the   both   of   you   risk   your   lives.   I   can’t   imagine   sammy   is   too   thrilled   about   it   either.   you   know   we’re   more   than   capable.   what   aren’t   you   telling   me ? 

/ aww, I appreciate it.

@angelichunts 
            
            [  He hid his amused smile, and looked at her in feigned seriousness  ] now that's quite rude. Dead or not I have feelings. [ The vampire sighed, and approached her in two large steps. He took hold of the chair that held her and lifted it by the backrest, using his other hand to tear the bondage lose. Ignoring whatever she might say in that moment he spoke, not giving her space to even think of a comment ] when you are free from this, make sure to jump /over/ those runes. Okay, girl?

@FANGEDFXCK     ( … )      [       her   eyes   rolled,   leaning   her   head   back   with   mild   irritation   at   his   words.   her   jaw   ticked,   straining   her   hands   against   the   cuffs   that   held   her   wrists   to   the   chair.      ]       you’ve   got   to   be   kidding   me.      [      she   muttered   underneath   her   breath,   exhaling   a   quiet   huff   that   sounded   a   mixture   of   a   sigh   and   a   laugh.   her   eyes   squinted   at   him.       ]       technically,   you’re   already   dead.   you’ll   be   fine.   these   runes   weren’t   made   for   you. 
            
            /   I   love   him   thooooo   </3 

@wiccaanways    ( … )     I   don’t   have   a   problem   with   you   / this   time /.    [      the   nephilim   corrected,   as   she   glanced   over   him   once,   standing   in   the   doorway.   her   head   tilted   her   head   to   the   side,   lifting   her   ringed   hands   in   a   mock   surrender.      ]       I   come   in   peace.     [      she   faltered   for   a   moment,   before   she   pursed   her   lips.      ]        speaking   of   which,   can   I   come   in ?