angelichunts

[ A faint, dry chuckle slipped past his lips, the dark silk of his hair shifting slightly over his brow as the sound echoed against the damp stone walls. Jasper didn't look the least bit bothered by her clear exasperation; instead, his mouth twitched into a small, amused smirk as his eyes locked onto the tail end of her eye-roll. He picked up on her outward frustration easily enough, but he maintained a cool, respectful physical distance. His hands remained buried deep inside his pockets, his thumb lightly brushing the edge of his trouser pocket as he casually leaned back. ] " Hey, looking pretty is hard work ," [ he murmured, his sharp features softening with a relaxed, unbothered confidence. ] " But I suppose I can manage a bit of multitasking if it keeps us from rotting in here. Besides, you look like you're already beating yourself up enough for the both of us. " [ His gaze finally shifted past her, tracking the dark line of the blocked entrance with an analytical, human focus. ] " Two pairs of eyes are better than one. What's the plan, Callie ? "

@crimsonhour    ( … )     [      callie   lifted   her   head,   tilting   it   up   towards   the   ceiling   and   rolling   her   eyes   in   exasperation.   she   wiped   her   arm   across   her   forehead,   huffing   out   a   breath   as   she   turned   around   to   face   him.      ]     great.    [     she   muttered   as   her   eyes   trailed   over   him,   fully   aware   that   she   was   the   only   source   of   blood   in   the   cave.   her   hand   traced   the   stone   wall,   clenching   her   jaw.   she   should   have   noticed   the   runes   on   the   pillars   of   the   entrance — they   were   magic   and   had   the   capabilities   to   seal   whoever   walked   in.   she   should’ve   / seen /   it.       ]      are   you   going   to   help   or   just   stand   there   and   look   pretty ? 

/     ooo   &   on   @lunarhunts

@heIIshound     ( … )      all   wonderful   things   I   hope. 

@crimsonhour     ( … )    [    there   wasn’t  a   lot   of   things   that   callie   winchester   was   afraid   of.   he   certainly   didn’t   make   the   cut — at   least,   not   yet.   her   lighter   eyes   almost   glowed   in   the   dark,   haunting,   but   perhaps   it   was   due   to   the   fact   that   she   could   see   him   clearly.   one   of   the   perks   of   being   what   she   was.      ]      we’re   all   monsters   in   our   own   ways.   it   depends   on   which   perspective   you’re   telling   the   story   from.     [     she   mused,   unblinking   as   she   stared   into   the   face   of   the   predator.   she   matched   his   chuckle   with   one   of   her   own,   shaking   her   head.      ]     oh,   I’m   not   doing   anything.   if   you   really   think   that   I’m   testing   you   here,   then   am   I   the   one   who’s   really   the   problem ? 

[ A low, dark amusement flickers in his eyes, a faint, sharp smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tilts his head slightly, running his tongue slowly over his teeth with a casual, playful tease that feels entirely too deliberate. A quiet, almost predatory chuckle slips past them as his gaze locks onto hers. ] " A saint ? Heavens no, I would never accuse you of something so incredibly dull. Though, if your point was to prove that a little celestial blood doesn't make you too fragile for the dark... or that you can walk right into a monster's den and match his edge without flinching... " [ He steps a fraction closer, the dangerous, hungry glint in his eyes deepening as his voice drops to a dark, velvet murmur. ] " ...then I have to admit, you’re doing a terrifyingly perfect job of it. Tell me, sweetheart, did you think I wouldn't notice you testing my control ? "

@crimsonhour    ( … )      yes,   well,   I   didn’t   claim   to   be   saint.   you   shouldn’t   assume   things. 

don’t be so rigid. i couldn’t care less about the christian god. this weapon could take down most cosmic threats: archangels, gods, it can reverse almost any spell or curse (…) [ he trails off for a moment bringing them book back in his hands. the curse in question was that of his coven elders who’d given themselves the mark of immortality. this was was not only written in their blood but in their souls, changing their nature entirely and jack, despite his efforts to remain relaxed, had become obsessive and desperate. ] the weapons said to cause madness, but i figured i’m already toeing the line (…) [ he sets the book down on the table, looking over at her with a smile. ] tell me there’s no one powerful you’ve wanted to kill. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )   I   guess   that   means   we’re   making   progress,   / buddy /.    [      the   nephilim   replied,   her   hand   briefly   pressing   against   her   chest,   shooting   him   a   vaguely   sarcastic   smile.   her   attention   shifted   when   the   spellbook   appeared,   her   brows   lifting   in   a   silent   ‘oh,   we’re   doing   this’   sort   of   way.   latin   isn’t   her   first   language,   but   she’s   read   enough   ancient   rituals   to   recognize   the   cadence   of   something   dangerous.      ]      you   want   to   destroy   god ?   [    callie   repeated   slowly,   voice   pitched   somewhere   between   incredulity   and   amusement.    ]     I’ve   entertained   some   truly   unhinged   ideas   in   my   lifetime,   but   this   might   actually   take   the   crown.     [      her   voice   dropped,   low   and   almost   conspiratorial.     ]     tell   me   why.   because   if   I’m   going   to   entertain   the   most   unhinged   idea   of   my   entire   existence,   I   need   to   know   what   kind   of   madness   I’m   signing   up   for.

i was kidding, besides i’d say we’re a bit far from enemies considering i don’t wanna kill you nearly as much as i used to. [ looking her up and down, his tongue presses against the roof of his mouth in thought. ] i’m technically a half-demon and us hybrids are much more powerful than our ‘purebred’ brothers and sisters. [ he sighs, walking over to the table to grab his spellbook, opening it to the ritual in question that technically required both a demon and an angel to work. though it was in latin, he turns it over to her anyway. ] (…) it roughly translates to needing too opposing forces to join hands in blood and rage to bring fourth the ultimate weapon. the godkiller. 

@angelichunts 
            
            [  He swallowed hard and watched the cross dissapear out of sight, his body still in a frightened state as he awaited another weapon to, perhaps, be thrown at him. Finally, exhaling a shaky breath out, he lifted his sharp eyes to hers before speaking. ] depends on what you want.

@FANGEDFXCK     ( … )     [       the   huntress   pursed   her   lips,   raising   her   eyebrow   as   the   vampire   pushed   himself   up   against   the   wall.   she   paused   for   a   moment,   before   her   hands   clasped   around   the   silver   cross   hanging   around   her   neck,   taking   it   off   and   tucking   it   inside   her   jacket   pocket.      ]      feel   like   talking   now ? 

@impalaslegacy    ( … )     what ?   I   don’t   have   a   / look /. 

    “  no.  you're  not..  not  yet.  yet  is  the  key  word  i  know  what  happens  when  you  get  that  look  in  your  eye.  ”
            
            @angelichunts 

@impalaslegacy    ( … )     I’m   not   “charging”.   do   you   see   me   charging ?   calm   down.   this   isn’t   my   first   rodeo. 

@visionaryvital    ( … )      [       callie   paused   to   a   stop,   hand   resting   on   the   roof   of   her   car.   her   eyes   briefly   closed,   before   she   spun   around,   her   arms   folding   over   her   chest   as   she   leaned   back   against   the   vehicle.     ]     what   whole   thing ?   hunting ?   being   part   freakin’   angel ?   I’m   handling   it,   sam.   but   you   and   dean   keeping   me   out   of   the   loop   isn’t   the   way   forward.   / that’s /   what’ll   help   me.   not   keeping   secrets. 

   she  didn't  even  stop,  or  look  his  way.  it  annoyed  him  how  both  her  and  dean  responded  sort  of  the  same  way.  there  was  no  communication.  neither  wanted  to  talk  about  their  feelings  or  even  a  plan  of  action.  it  irked  him  to  the  core.  “  even  if  this  was  a  place  for  a  heart  to  heart  you  would  never.  you  don't  ever  talk  about  this  whole  —  thing.  it's  eating  you  up.  i  want  to  help  you.  ”
            
            @angelichunts 

@visionaryvital     ( … )     oh,   absolutely   nothing   to   talk   about,   sammy.     [     the   nephilim   mused   as   she   tucked   the   newspaper   article   into   the   pocket   of   her   jacket.   she   strolled   toward   her   car,   every   step   a   slow,   pointed   eye‑roll.     ]       but   sure — by   all   means — let’s   have   a   heart‑to‑heart   now   that   you   and   dean   decided   I   didn’t   need   to   know   a   damn   thing.   sounds   super   productive.

[ A low chuckle vibrated in Jasper's chest as he watched the ghoul's head roll to their feet. He didn't miss the irritation in her voice, his ears catching every shift in her tone even if her internal thoughts remained a complete mystery to him. When she wiped the splatter of blood from her cheek and threw that ' zero ' jab his way, his smirk only widened, sharp and entirely unbothered. ] " Zero for now, little hunter. Considering you almost got a haircut from that first one, I'd say I'm just giving you a head start. " [ He flashed a brief, fang-baring grin—but the petty banter was cut short as the dark, oppressive air of the cave shattered completely. The rumbling snarls exploded into a deafening, unified roar. From the depths ahead, a chaotic tide of lean, skeletal bodies and unhinged jaws poured out, flooding the narrow tunnel like a wave. Jasper’s golden eyes flared with a sudden, brilliant ferocity as they tracked the sheer volume of the oncoming horde. A dark, exhilarating thrill sparked in his chest. His smirk sharpened into something entirely lethal, his extended claws flexing in pure anticipation. He didn't wait for her to reply. With a violent burst of vampiric speed, Jasper launched himself forward, a blur of dark fabric and flashing gold, tearing straight into the vanguard of the monsters. His long claws swung in a brutal, practiced arc, effortlessly shearing through flesh and bone as he completely intercepted the first wave before they could even reach her. ] " Let's see who gets to double digits first "

@crimsonhour    ( … )       [      the   nephilim   took   a   singular   step   forward,   bracing   herself   as   she   pulled   her   angel   blade   up,   hovering   it   near   her   chest.   she   let   the   ghoul   get   close   enough,   grimacing   at   the   sight   of   its   rotten   teeth,   before   she   took   a   swipe   at   it.   unfortunately,   the   damned   creature   managed   to   dodge   out   of   the   way,   causing   her   to   duck   away   from   its   sharp   claws.      ]       I   [   swipe.   ]    do   not     [     slash    ]    need   to   keep   up.       [       she   grumbled   as   she   finally   slammed   her   blade   across   the   ghoul’s   neck,   fully   decapitating   it,   one   of   the   only   ways   to   truly   kill   one.   the   head   rolled   at   their   feet,   and   she   brought   a   hand   up,   wiping   it   over   her   blood   splattered   face.   more   snarls   continued   to   rumble   from   further   within   the   cave.   it   was   a   damned   nest.     ]      that’s   one.   how   many   have   you   killed ?   zero. 

[ Jasper couldn't read the inner thoughts swirling behind her eyes, but her sharp exclamation and the sudden draw of her angel blade made his ears twitch. A faint, amused huff escaped him. Shifting his weight casually, his head tilted as his golden eyes scanned here and there, cutting through the pitch black with a sharp, observant intensity. The shadows ahead violently fractured just as she spoke, a feral ghoul erupting from the absolute darkness of the brush with its jaw unhinged and razor-sharp teeth completely bared. Jasper didn't show an ounce of alarm. Instead, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a low, delighted chuckle vibrating in his throat as he pushed a stray strand of dark hair out of his eyes. He flexed his wrist, his fingers jerking in a quick, practiced motion that sent his long, wicked claws snapping out from his fingertips with a sharp / click / . His golden eyes effortlessly locked onto the lunging creature's messy, aggressive trajectory with a sudden, lethal focus. He didn't move to get in front of her; he simply stood his ground, casually shifting his gaze back to her with a spark of competitive mischief dancing in his eyes as he prepared to strike. ] " Ghouls ? Oh, brilliant. And here I thought this night was going to get boring, little hunter. Then try to keep up, yeah ? "