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 ⠀  [edena looks over at the very same person, her own eyes narrowing for a moment. her look wouldn’t kill, but her hands definitely would.]   he’s not worth your time, or your energy. people like that will get the karma that comes to them, even if it’s a very long time from now.   [she leans against the bar, a hum escaping her lips before she rests her chin on her palm.]   don’t you ever apologize for that, jules. you’ve got no reason to be sorry—- but he does, and he’ll find that out when he gets eight-sixed from this place.

⋆.ೃ࿔ @scarredtouch  ❜͟   
            
            talking out of line—  t͟h͟a͟t͟’̲s͟ what happened.   [ an annoyed julia shoots daggers across the room towards the individual.  she brings her glass to her lips,  taking a much needed drink of her beverage.  her attention diverts to edena,  not allowing the altercation to get beneath her skin. ]   sorry .. 

truth be told, the fire did surprise him. hellfire was hard to replicate on earth, unlike the other weapons and forces of hell jack had grown nearly immune to. as he held her before the entrance to hell, he sighs, remembering that this was only the beginning. he squeezes her hand gently, not bothering to put out the fire before it naturally waned. “ i’ll be fine. you ready to do this? ”

⋆.ೃ࿔ @wiccaanways  ❜͟   
            
            you sure about that? 

/   < 33

/     we are so back

/ pls

*    mwah

@eadimidium   /     waves

*    papa me want more movie

*    please 

perhaps it was easier for him to meet her here, create a bridge between his kind and hers, but it felt painful, being angry at her; and for a moment, not trusting her. his eyes flash back to normal, red and devastated. even though he’d suggested the spell, he couldn’t help but step back as she stepped forward. it was small— but she would notice. she notices everything; just like he did— to their own detriment. 
                the double edged sword they’d wielded against each other was sharp enough to cut through old tissue, yet— they’d continue cutting through until the other surrendered, just as they were molded to— just as they were trained to. “ that’s rich! fucking rich! when you know the only reason you wanted to go with me was because you’d rather be in HELL than alone. ” the thing about stab wounds is where they’re placed, the sides held you together, so the failure of your body would have to travel slowly but the heart— the heart was instant. julia still had hers, but jack’s was already stolen. maybe that’s why he didn’t notice just how deep he would cut. his head falls, a salty tear falling down his cheek. “ tell me who did it… just tell me. ” quiet, calm, and still no demand. 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @wiccaanways  ❜͟   
            
                 “ i do know that and you’d be stupid to think otherwise!  you of all people should know the outcome, ”  he looked at her with those eyes—  black,  endless,  wrong and beautiful all at once—  and she realized it was the first time he’d ever let her see him like that without hiding behind human skin.  it wasn’t the monster that scared her.  it was that she still saw him underneath it.  still saw the man who made her laugh once,  who stitched up her wounds,  who stood between her and death more times than she could count.  when he spoke,  the words dropped like lead.  she knew what he meant before he said it.  b͟u͟r͟n͟ through someone’s mind.  she’d seen it before.  she’d voluntarily put herself through it.  “ don’t, ”  she spoke up, quiet but sharp enough to cut.   “ don’t you fucking dare. ”   her voice cracked,  and she hated it.  she’d faced down vampires,  demons, monsters—  but this man,  this person she couldn’t seem to stop loving—  he was the one who could undo her with a single look. 
                 he wasn’t wrong.  he was desperate.  so was she.  and maybe that was the most dangerous truth between them—  that neither of them could still tell the difference between saving and destroying each other.  “ you’re right. ”   she took a step closer until the space between them hummed,  heat and tension and everything unsaid.  “ desperate times?  sure.  except one of us is trying to survive them,  and the other’s trying to go on a suicide mission. ”

“ you don’t know that! ” he swallows, trying to control his breathing. it wasn’t working. his eyes were wrought with tears; they remained inky and black as he met her gaze. this was the longest he’d ever looked at her in his true form— a form he’d have to get used to seeing if they were to go to hell. though his chest was still heaving like he was alive, he was able to focus on her, and he noticed it; that itch she’d get to reach for a weapon and assess a threat. good. maybe it was wrong of him to want her to sit with that discomfort but, being right wasn’t on his mind at the moment. with that, as the silence lingered, the heartbeats quiet. 
                  “ i could find out. ” jack manages to get up, remaining against the wall, swallowing to try and regain control of his breathing. “ you’ve seen me do it— BURN through someone’s mind to get the information / you / needed to find your dad. ” the idea was thrown out quietly, with intention. the spell he was describing was a dangerous one, effective but selective in its outcome, on a human it would be like putting a soldering iron to someone’s brain, and every creature in between had lessening reactions to it. “ i wouldn’t normally suggest it, but you’ve shown me desperate times… desperate measures, even if it means putting a target on my fucking back. ”

⋆.ೃ࿔ @likeholy  ❜͟   
            
            me?  slow?   [  a short chuckle slips from her lips,  shaking her head side to side.  ]   i was taking my time with that one.  it’s fine though,  i was getting bored.   [  the dhampir wipes her blade on her denim jeans,  the red liquid from their victim leaving a red mark.  ]  

⋆.ೃ࿔ @leakingdark  ❜͟   
            
            julia.   [  her head tilts to the side slightly as she looks the other up and down.  there’s a particular smell that radiates off of him—  unfamiliar.  her curiosity only grows by the passing seconds.  she shifts in her stance before finally breaking the silence.  ]   is this where you usually spend your time?  

*  he stares for a moment,  watching the weapon disappear.  shaded eyes,  not entirely black,  focus in on hers,  *  lucky me.  —cole.  you? 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @leakingdark  ❜͟   
            
            no,  it’s not for you,  but if you continue to creep me out,  it will go in you.   [  she comments.  so nonchalant.  julia slips it back in its holster,  watching the other carefully.  ]   you got a name?