The weather had ruined any chances of going beyond the walls today. There was meant to be a supply run, their food stock starting to run low as they drew closer to the colder seasons - and the storm outside only proved how close they were to a difficult cluster of months. It left all of them antsy, but going out in this weather would make searching for supplies impossible, let alone defending against any stray walkers.
Carl had been holed up in his room, watching the storm with a bored expression when he saw it. A flash of thunder, something shooting through the sky and bringing down a fair few amount of trees with it, couple of miles away. The teen immediately straightened, eye widening as he tried to process what he just saw. It had been way too big to be a bird, and he was no expert but it didn't seem like it'd come from space either.
With little hesitation, Carl had gathered his backpack, a raincoat and his boots and slipped out the house. Using the back way over the walls, it was fairly easy to sneak out of Alexandria without being seen. Navigating to where the thing had landed wasn't as easy, boots slipping in the mud and rain making it even harder for the teen to see – but after some time, he'd made it.
Squinting through the downpour, Carl wasn't exactly sure what he was staring at. In the low light, it almost looked like a huge... rock? But as he stepped closer, the shape seemed to shift slightly. Up and down, over and over. Like... like it was breathing.
With a sharp exhale, Carl pulled his knife from it's place on his belt. Held it tightly in his grip as he crept closer to the thing, until he was hovering a few steps away from the form. Up close, it almost looked like some sort of lizard.
With a wary glance around, Carl reached out with his boot and tapped against what he assumed to be a scaly leg. Waited with baited breath, hoping he wasn't about to be eaten by some sort of giant lizard that fell from the sky.
@fracturals
It started with the storm.
Dark clouds had gathered in the sky, a precursor to the wrath of nature that would soon follow. Most of the residents of Alexandria had decided to coop up in their houses in preparation, and just in time. The torrential downpour started within minutes.
Thunder rumbled above and lightning flashed, illuminating the sky with a unearthly blue glow.
This is where the offspring of lightning and death itself resided, banking between the clouds with scales as black as the night. No one could see it, didn't know it was there at all. And this is the way it had been for many years.
A bellow of thunder and another crack of lightning, this one striking the side of the dragon's face. It yelped in surprise, loosing its even glide. It descended in a downward spiral, crashing into a few trees on the way down.
It was only a few miles from Alexandria that the beast laid in the dirt, chest heaving with pained pants.
This is the beginning of the story where people without hope learned that dragons were real.
If Sam's brain had been working at full capacity, he would have protested Dean's plan. Instead, the light was removed from his grip and his older brother was gone before Sam could even utter a word.
Letting out a sigh, Sam let the moonlight streaming through the windows guide him upstairs. Gun in hand, Sam crept from room to room, tired eyes searching for any pale apparitions. His ears strained for any sign of Dean, but his brother was being unusually silent. That, or Sam simply couldn't focus.
He was in the last room at the end of the corridor when the gunshot went off. Sam jumped, the closet door slipping from his grasp and slamming shut, making the younger hunter wince. Ow. But he didn't have time to focus on his pounding head when Dean could be in trouble.
" Dean? " He calls out, heading back out into the corridor as quickly as his foggy mind would allow. Squinting in the darkness, he could make out Dean's shorter form down the end of the hallway - no ghost in sight. " Are you alright? " Sam's slightly breathless as he reaches Dean, gaze scanning his brother for any injuries. " Was that the spirit? "
Suspicion ran deep in the older Winchester but he didn't handle things well the last time Sam went through this similar pain, he wanted to make up for it.
Dean knew he could be a little on the over protective side but hell Sam was all he had, Brothers looked out for brothers especially when hunting the things normal folk tell stories of.
" Okay listen, I'll take the flashlight and check out the basement, you take upstairs and hopefully this will be over soon "
Not giving Sam enough time to fully argue Dean takes the light and heads off. This way he was granting Sam's wishes while also still protecting him. The spirit had shown in the basements bathroom, converted some time ago into a rental suite but after the worlds scariest bath guest, well, it was unused.
Dean moved slowly in the dark room with the light panning left to right, but nothing happened. After some time he admitted defeat and returned upstairs.
Stood five feet tall a dripping woman had her back to the hunter. Her wedding dress torn and stained it hung around her small frame. Clearly this bride must be the spirit but no one mentioned a wedding gown, usually just a woman in white, a typical ghost the brothers have put down before but this was different.
Aiming the shot gun Dean stood watching her, he didn't want to make her aware of Sam but equally didn't want Sam to walk into this, into her without a warning.
Screw it.
Dean fired once into the woman, her spirit screamed and like a cloud of steam it dispersed.
Another one about making people sleep...
"Are you still awake?"
"I think you need to rest..."
"I'm getting worried about you, you know."
"You really do need to sleep."
"It's okay to be tired."
"You can rest your head on my lap... if that'll help?"
"Let me stroke your hair..."
"I just want you to feel better."
"You would feel better if you actually slept."
"The last time that you actually, really rested..?"
"Sh, sh, it's okay. You're overtired, that's all."
"Okay, I have you, just... relax. Let yourself relax."
"I worry about you, you know. How little you sleep."
"I hear you walking about at night, when you think everyone's asleep."
"I know that you're pretending."
"I'm really not that tired. Promise."
"I'm just a bit... uh. Just... just a bit... I'll be okay in a moment."
"You're swaying so badly you can barely stand!"
"You have to rest! I'm not taking no for an answer!"
"Don't worry about me this is - this is normal -"
"You keep yawning like that you might break your jaw."
"It's nice. Warm. Cosy. Come to bed."
"I just want you to actually rest, for once. Please."
"You have to actually relax."
"Take a breath. Lean back. Close your eyes."
"When's the last time you trusted someone enough to do this?"
"I want you to actually try. That's all."
"Would you let me try something?"
"This is not normal. Even for you."
"I'll get you a heated blanket, warm milk, blackout curtains, anything. Just go to sleep."
❝ i'll always protect you. ❞
❝ i never meant to get this close, but now that i have i can't let you go. ❞
❝ i live for the moments when you look at me. the rest of the time i'm just existing. ❞
❝ i don't like how you make me feel. but i like not being around you even less. ❞
❝ i wish you wouldn't look at me like that. when you look at me like that i...it makes me wanna do things i shouldn't ❞
❝ there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that? ❞
❝ i did this for you. no one else. ❞
❝ i don't like it, but i'll do it for you. ❞
❝ i wonder how much of myself i'll have to give to you—how much i have to lay bare—before you realize how much you're taking. ❞
❝ i'm not trying to fix you. i'm just trying to be your friend. ❞
❝ i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, i'm there. i owe you one. ❞
❝ i've seen you at your worst and i'm still standing here. ❞
❝ you've seen me at my worst but you're still here... ❞
❝ you can be mad at me, i can take it. i'd rather you be angry than shut me out. ❞
❝ i'm not angry, i'm just scared. ❞
❝ i know you love me, but do you like me? ❞
❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞
❝ do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? of course i'm helping you. ❞
❝ tell me what i can do to show you how i love you. i will give you anything you ask for. ❞
❝ you don't have to keep apologizing. just be here. day in and day out and prove that you're gonna keep showing up. that's all you have to do. ❞
❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞
❝ i don't want an apology i just want to understand. ❞
❝ i could actually use a hug right now. ❞
❝ i want everyone else to go away, but you can stay. ❞
❝ i actually do care what you think about. you're probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me. ❞
❝ you always seem to know what i need. ❞
❝ you always seem to know just what i need to hear. ❞
❝ i want you to call me when you need someone. i want to be here for you. ❞
❝ you're the one i wanna call when i need someone. ❞
❝ seems like i always want you around when everything feels all fucked up. guess that means something. ❞
(Sentences from various sources for muses that care for each other. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"How can I help you if you won't let me?"
"There was plenty wrong with your father, but there's nothing wrong with you."
"I know you wanted to fix this, but some things can't be fixed."
"There are things for all of us that not even all the time in the world would be able to erase."
"Everything's going to be okay. I'm not going anywhere."
"There's no such thing as getting used to what you experienced."
"I don't know you that well, but you seem like a really good person."
"Look, I'm here to help you. It's going to be a lot harder to do with a combative attitude."
"Just go outside and enjoy yourself, and forget about all this nonsense. I want you to leave it all to me."
"Trust me, I know what it's like to lose someone. To feel like life is playing a cosmic trick on you."
"You are stronger than the world. You are stronger than anything that can threaten you."
"I've done terrible things too."
"Bullies are insecure - that's why they bully. Always remember that."
"Are you really alright, or 'not ready to talk about it' alright?"
"There is no magic cure for guilt, except for forgiveness."
"It's your life. If there's something about it you don't like, you can change it."
"You have tried for so long to be who everyone wants you to be - who you thought you ought to be. Why not be who you are instead?"
"Look, if there's anything you need to get off your chest, I'm not much help, but I also don't judge."
"It's okay to be confused. We spend most of our lives confused. It's rare to really figure anything out."
"Everyone has something to hide, but I won't say anything you don't want me to."
"It's human to make mistakes, and part of you is human."
"There are things you can't control. There are battles you lose."
"When you're with me, you don't have to lie about anything."
"There are no mistakes, just choices."
"Don't feel like talking today?"
"You have nothing to be sorry about."
"Stop it. You never have to apologise to me."
in a better world, or perhaps just a well-written fanfic, Dan doesn’t die and Lucifer doesn’t go back to hell. Chloe and Lucifer get together and they get married and he becomes stepfather to Trixie. Lucifer purchases a shirt that says “I’m not the step-dad, I’m just the dad that stepped up.” He exclusively wears it around Dan, to Dan’s eternal chagrin.
gonna try to be here over the weekend for sure ! just currently stuck in a loop of rewatching the b.ear and i.... cannot stop –
if jeremy and michael knew each other, don't you think the bites would feel rather similar?