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๐ผ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐, ๐ผ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ( open )
Who: Dean Winchester & Open.
When: April 1 - early May.
Where: Aquila; Cadens; The Horizon;
What: Demon shenanigans part 1 โ featuring hobo'ing through the Horizon, hiding out in Aquila, and then returning to the Free Cities.
Warnings: Rated R for sexual content, demonic violence, psychological abuse, and suicidal ideation.
๐ป๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐ -๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ผ๐ก ๐๐๐๐'๐ก โ๐ข๐๐ก, ๐๐๐๐๐ก, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ก, ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐ก, โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐
๐ด๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ , ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ผ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ
๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐กโ๐๐
๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฆ โ๐๐
๐๐ข๐ โ, ๐ โ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐๐
๐โ ๐ฟ๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐ฆ๐๐ข
๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐
๐ต๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ โ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐
๐โ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐ค ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
When: April 1 - early May.
Where: Aquila; Cadens; The Horizon;
What: Demon shenanigans part 1 โ featuring hobo'ing through the Horizon, hiding out in Aquila, and then returning to the Free Cities.
Warnings: Rated R for sexual content, demonic violence, psychological abuse, and suicidal ideation.
๐ผ๐ก ๐๐๐๐'๐ก โ๐ข๐๐ก, ๐๐๐๐๐ก, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ก, ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐ก, โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐
๐ด๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ , ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ผ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ
๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐กโ๐๐
๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฆ โ๐๐
๐๐ข๐ โ, ๐ โ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐๐
๐โ ๐ฟ๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐ฆ๐๐ข
๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐
๐ต๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ โ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐
๐โ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐ค ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
no subject
None of this shows on his face. Sure as Hell doesn't cross his thoughts as he sifts everything out across his mind so that the emotions can't spike again even if he feels it. He's sidled into lazy, doesn't-fucking-care cat and he's not letting that go to save his life, staring up unblinking at Dean.] I think I see it now, what my Father meant about the Mark of Cain making someone just 'more' of what they already were. This over-the-top, balls-to-the-wall cocksure attitude is really something. To think you could muck with Cain's legacy. Grace, prowess, finesse. All folded up and besmirched. What did he say to you, I wonder, when he gave you the Mark?
no subject
He doesn't amount to much more than an amusing thing to hurt at best, or a pain in his ass at worst. Total stick in the mud. No interest in playing a game, unlike the haughty son of a bitch currently in front of him. )
You really wanna know?
( He asks, and then crooks a finger.
Come here, it's a secret. Come on. Lean in real close, so he can whisper it in your ear. )
cw: snake attack
His dabbling in his domain has been under the idea of adding an intricate ice-walled cave system where Dersti can slither behind the ice in a lovely haunting fashion. But for now, Lucifer's 'schematics' as they were hadn't been locked into place yet, and she's been circling beneath the ice portion of the lake, a coil in the aurora.
Lucifer doesn't want to play Dean's game because Dean comes with the burning stench of everything he was at one point, and the mirror makes him sick, to the point that it's dizzying that he wanted to exponentially tilt Dean more off the deep-end, make them so damn similar that no one would be able to accept Dean ever again. Make them the same.
Except.
Lucifer has been accepted. All the tar-stain marks through his being, the scorched entity, the monstrosity of his true form and the actions all coupled with it.
They were the same, at one point. They're not now.
He's been crouched this whole while but he unwinds gracefully and stands right in Dean's space. It's possible Dean was actually going to give him an answer, but he's not chancing it. Before Dean can talk or attack, there is a flash of scales and muscle lashing out between them, curling Dean into a constrictive form of the movie-sized anaconda, no longer beneath the ice.
Lucifer looks up at Dean with such open, blatant pity.] But not bad enough to play ball. I'm glad you've gotten a taste of your own--or rather my own--medicine, Dean. All... this. [He pats a hand over his own arm, where the Mark of Cain once rested with a different vessel, but same spot as Dean's.] Come find me, if some speck of your soul ever shines through again and just eats away at your sanity after you've already killed or pushed away everyone else.
[If Dean tries to thrash and attack, the anaconda will tighten her grip. Her head is kept out of range, but she's salivating, waiting for a single reason to consume him whole.]
no subject
He could blink away, or summon the Blade and gut the snake from tail to snoot. He does neither; he simply stands, allows the snake to coil around him without a fight.
His voice is hoarse and strained beneath the pressure, but despite that, there's a smirk on his face. )
Maybe I'll swing by and find your boyfriend first.
cw: snake attack, consumption
Fuck.
The spike of fear that washes through his thoughts isn't something he can control, as much as he's kept a careful lid on his mind, with some faulty moments, ever since Dean walked up and flashed his ugly-black eyes.
He is going to flay this man alive, in person, one of these days.
(And yet some chilled part of him might not rescind his previous offer, all circumstantial to Istredd not being murdered.)]
Cute. [His power thrums, his eyes red.
He reaches up a hand. Snaps. Dersti tightens her grasp, cracking bones in, breaking down the body, before she swallows just another demonic stain.
If only that would be a solution outside of the Horizon.
And then he sinks down to the snow, arm over his head, ignoring the fake snake's happy, full slithering.]