❝  St. Mary’s – abandoned in ‘72 after a priest disemboweled eight nuns.❞

              ❝ What’s black and white and RED all over? ❞

❝  St. Mary’s – abandoned in ‘72 after a priest disemboweled eight nuns.❞

              ❝ What’s black and white and RED all over? ❞

          sorry i’m late with the demon delivery                             i was just being tortured

          sorry i’m late with the demon delivery                             i was just being tortured

if her legs aren’t shaking when you’re done then you’re not done

Send “You’re hot when you’re angry” for my muse’s reaction to your muse saying this.

Or say “I’m hot when I’m angry?” for your muse’s reaction to my muse asking them this.

[ for aisling & @malusspiritus & @xmutuallyxassuredxdestructionx & @fidelissimi​ & all the other megs & rubys & badass demon bitches & their muns.]

[ & also @cagedindarkness​ when in drag ]

more than who we were before

Sam gave her a small wounded smile when she said she was sorry. Oddly enough he believed her. For all their differences in the past, that whole clusterfuck wasn’t her fault alone. He stopped blaming her for it years ago. After all, she hadn’t forced him to do what he’d done. As she said once before, she’d given him choices and he’d made his decisions. He had accepted his part in that.

The shock and surprise in her voice when the pieces fell into place turned the wounded smile wry, though he glanced warily around the diner briefly. Habit. But no one was close and no one was paying them any attention so he turned his eyes back to the former demon sitting across from him.

“Got it in one,” he said softly. He shrugged a shoulder. The revelation was still new enough to make him awkward, bright and shiny like a new penny he kept staring at and turning over. “I was. Something about what I went through with the Trials finally jogged it loose. Forced me to remember. I’m still human, no Grace, but all the memories are there. Apparently… I was also loyal to Lucifer, though I didn’t fall when he was cast out of Heaven. That came later.”

And at a price. But it had been his choice. He’d known what would happen when he made it and he’d do it again without hesitation. But his eyes turned serious. “That’s why I wanted to say… I get it. What you did. Why you did it. If it had been me I’d have tried just as hard, likely done most of the same things you did. If I’d known then what I know now I might not even have fought you on it. But… I wanted you to know. That I understand. I don’t… hold it against you. I don’t blame you.” A small wry smile. “Actually, I’m pretty impressed if I look at it from my angelic point of view.”

As grateful as she was that there was some semblance of understanding for all of her actions before, there was still a knot formed in her chest learning of his own once angelic existence. Even now she’s trying to tie the pieces together, but nothing is fitting right, because an angel shouldn’t be charged to be the guardian of another. The moment he says he’s without his Grace is the clarifying point, and she starts to wonder if this had all been a part of the Big Plan all along.

“Do you think God had this all mapped out then? I don’t know how your timeline worked out... all still seems kind of skeevy to me. I’m getting a headache thinking about it.” To emphasize, as if on cue, her hand reached to dig fingertips into her temple, across her forehead and down to the bridge of her nose. She understood him losing his appetite now.

“Look I didn’t want to do what I did, but I knew it was the only way. Yes, there was a plethora of manipulation going on but I really did have the best of intentions. I’m just glad you know that now.” Ruby drags in a deep breath, lets her hands fall back to the table and just because Sam should be used to her habit of stealing fries off his plate, she reaches for a tomato this time, because it’s there and she’s starting to get hungry herself. The cherry red vegetable, (fruit? -- she’s still not entirely sure how that rule works) is popped into her mouth and she chews it well enough before speaking again.

“So you don’t have your Grace, but did you plan on looking for it? Got any clues on that yet?”

                                She had a flower tattoo on her wrist;                              “What does that mean?” he asked her.                    “Absolutely nothing,” she said, “it’s just a flower.”

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