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When Hannah takes her hand, Ellie squeezes. Offers a reassuring smile. At this point, Ellie refused to let anyone else stop her from getting the experiences she'd been deprived off growing up in this world, and she was extending that to Hannah. If people were going to stare, Ellie wanted it to be from jealousy because they were having fun.
" Eh, most people would say that it's unnecessary anger or something instead of being cool – but I like that you think so, " Ellie shrugs, huffing out a laugh. She'd never considered herself cool - Ellie had always been the awkward kid, the weird kid, different from everyone else – literally, it was in her blood. Hannah thinking she was cool? That was fucking awesome.
" Come on, Han. Let's get our groove on, " Ellie wiggles her eyebrows at the other teen as she starts to pull her towards the dance floor. Could Ellie dance? Absolutely not. But she wanted to make Hannah feel better, and she'd read about dances before. Proms and parties and weddings - things she'd never get to do. It sucked.. but maybe this would make life suck a little less.
Ellie sounds so genuine - she'd say her friends had sounded genuine when accepting to spend the weekend with her, but had they? Maybe Sam, and just how much she had been involved in that prank was unknown.
The fact that she doesn't give a damn about what anybody thinks is obvious, so that's a point in her favor, but Hannah still hesitates, squeezing her eyes close for a moment to erase the flash of a camera recording her at her most humiliating moment, forget that day that led to the worst night of her life. "Okay," she murmurs, opening her eyes again. They come and go, these flashes, and all she can do is push them away. At least when she's awake.
"Okay," she repeats. She knows how to dance, she and Beth danced and sang together a lot, sometimes Josh would join in for laughs - oh, bad train of thoughts - and people aren't even looking, it seems, so she decides to take Ellie's hand. It feels so nice to touch another person, one she trusts, and her expression softens, even if she can't find in herself to smile. Not ever, if she's honest, but even less so after such a scare. Still, being able to soften up and not panic is a win that she owes to Ellie. "You'd really punch people for making fun of you, wouldn't you?" she asks with a hint of regret, or maybe jealously, because that certainly was not her reaction.
"You are always so cool, Ellie."
Destiel long distance would never work because Cas would never answer his phone, and Dean has abandonment issues and a car
❛ i made you your favorite food. ❜
(it's burned somehow)
for Spencer
The plate of food before him was... questionable, to say the least. Mostly charred, unidentifiable pieces with, somehow, a cold center. It defied all logic of cooking - yet, so did everything about his new companion. Most 'dogs' didn't have the physical ability to even open an oven, let alone attempt to prepare and cook a whole meal. Of course, a lot of things about his 'emotional support animal' lacked sense ; the green mouth, the surprising dexterity, her speech... still, Spencer couldn't bring himself to dwell on the science of it.
The notion was sweet, a distinguished contrast to the usual chaos that she brought into his life. Even if it was a futile gesture ( he couldn't exactly consume the contents of the plate before him ) the meaning behind it wasn't lost to the profiler.
" Oh, thank you... " Spencer finally breaks his silence, using a fork to hesitantly push the contents of the plate around a bit, if only to keep appearances. " I'm actually not that hungry right now, but we can uh.. save this for later ? " He suggests gently, placing the fork aside and moving to place the plate elsewhere – at least until he could sneakily throw it away.
@timeguardians sent "Do you have to do that? You're staring." Rose for Jack
His chin rests upon his palm, lazy smile gracing his lips. Sure, he'd been staring for a few minutes or so. But that was hardly a crime, was it? Last he checked a little looking wouldn't get him thrown overboard – well, not unless Rose decided to push him over the railings. But he had faith she'd refrain from an action such as that.
" Oh, was I ? " Jack teases, smile transforming into a smirk with ease. Baby blues traverse her face, dipping from sunkissed skin to perfectly shaped lips, then back to meet her own gaze. " I didn't even notice. Hard to look away when you have such a captivating view , " the blond explains, finally straightening in his seat. Jack takes a moment to close the abandoned sketchbook upon his lap, before allowing himself to stretch.
The setting sun basked a golden glow over the pair, warming despite the cold waves splashing against the ship, or the sea breeze blowing past them. It was calm. Easy to forget there was a whole shipload of people and not just him and Rose out here. " My apologies. I can't promise it won't happen again though. "
KINGSMAN: THE SECRET SERVICE TARON EGERTON as EGGSY UNWIN.
Listening to his story, Lucifer couldn't help but wonder if this was how the Detective had felt every time Lucifer had spoken about his devilish nature. This angel's story sounded insane – talking about events Lucifer hadn't heard of, about... vessels? That sounded a bit more familiar, similar to the way his demons could possess dead humans. But an angel couldn't do that. Well, not in this world at least.
It was intriguing, the slight differences between what this angel was saying and what Lucifer knew to be true. The names he mentioned - Metatron and Castiel - were undoubtedly familiar. Yet Amenadiel hadn't mentioned anything going on in heaven, nor had any of his siblings paid a visit to the city of angels recently. Nothing that would suggest a possible end to humanity.
So, Lucifer had no choice but to believe the facts. Just as in his cases with the Detective. No matter what was true and what wasn't, it was a safer bet to keep an eye on a mysterious universe-travelling angel. At least for now.
" Right, " Lucifer finally speaks, the word drawn out. " Lots to unpack there, Linda would have a field day with you. So would any doctor, really – you look very alive for someone who's apparently meant to be dead. "
Dark eyes look the pristine form up and down, not a scratch marring the 'vessel's' skin. One could only presume this was His doing - what Lucifer didn't understand was why. What business did the Old Man have with bringing undead angels to a different reality? Their father really was a constant headache, honestly.
" Well, one thing's for certain : you aren't in your world anymore. More specifically, you're in Los Angeles - best place you could've ended up, really. " Lucifer grins, almost fondly, before his hands move to clap together once. " Now, about that favour. What is it you'd desire? Somewhere to stay, perhaps? A ticket back to the silver city? Oh, and I suppose I should finally ask your name - since you seem to already know who I am, it only seems fair. "
Other realms, other worlds, other universes -- - none of it sounded ridiculous, maybe he was lucky in that while he hadn't experienced other universes for himself, he'd been well aware of them despite being caged for all those years. It made now that bit easier to digest, not that his present company offered much solace, unnerved by the notion that his presence there could ruffle a few feathers. Literally, perhaps.
Usually, he would've apologised at the sight of someone insulted by his words, but given who this was, his brother or not, he found it difficult to offer up such pity, such empathy. Maybe that was wrong, they were creatures of compassion, were they not?
Did he dare explain what happened? How he'd died? How all of Heaven had been expelled, each of his brothers and sisters falling, only to ignite another battle on Earth, led by Metatron, closely accompanied by himself? Or did he explain why he could barely even look at him without rage lapping up every borrowed feature?
Yet he could have laughed when he heard this Lucifer offer his help, a mix of shock and utter disbelief claiming him as he shook his head in defiance. "You want to help me?" He almost seemed disgusted by the thought, staring him down as though expecting him to laugh in his face or brutally mock him. Why did he seem so different? Almost -- - nicer?
No. This was Lucifer. Maybe not his Lucifer, but still a Lucifer. He couldn't lower his guard, couldn't let himself be tricked, couldn't fall into another trap. "The last thing I remember was being held in Heaven's dungeon. I sacrificed myself to allow Castiel to escape and save humanity from Metatron's rule." It was a simple enough way of explaining it, no sugarcoating, no dancing around the issue, even if it didn't detail everything up until that point. He didn't need to know all of that -- - not yet, at least.
"Then I awoke here." He looked around him, still searching for a familiarity that wasn't there. "I no longer hear my brothers and sisters." There wasn't the same chatter, he couldn't listen in. He was an outsider. "I don't know how. I should have been destroyed, my vessel..." He looked down at the man he was inhabiting, raising a hand to his chest where he'd scratched the sigil using jagged stone. "His body is healed. But I am alive." He looked back at this other version of his big brother. "How or why, I... do not know."
