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[ 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 ? 

i guess so.   [ the hidden smile finally makes it appearance with a faint curl at the corners of his lips.  he leans back in his seat,  adjusting briefly. ]   i’ll have a drink or two.  a old fashion will do.  can’t go wrong with that.  what’s yours?  

@dearprey    ( … )     see ?   it’s   already   happening.    [      the   woman   teased,   folding   her   arms   over   her   chest.     ]     so,   I   propose   we   have   a   night   off.   and   get   / really /   hammered.   what’s   your   drink   of   choice ?   beer ?   whiskey ? 

right, right ..  you know,  that would explain the gray i found the other day.   [ there’s a hidden smile being held back,  yet his tone is enough to deliver the playful message. ]   

@hcndsnt    /     YASSSS