#(also ofc the benefit is getting to visit all these new places and experience new cultures and grow my network and connect with students)

[cinematicnomad]

purchased my tickets to accra and from lagos for my work trip at the end of march ✌️

[ramp-it-up]

Damage, Pt. 2

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Holly Woods

Word Count: 3.8 K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF  Read at your own risk. Pining, angst, FWB, graphic sex, protected sex, talk of getting tested for STD’s, Krispy Kreme, and all the feels.

A/N: It’s my birthday and I missed Rafa and Holly, so I wrote my own deliverance. At this point, these two are so oblivious, it isn’t funny. This happens just after Last Christmas.

This December adventure began early that morning, as Daveed and Rafa taught your writing classes and then hosted a Holiday showcase for your kids. 

They donated their time and talents as a favor for you. It was so damn cute and thoughtful that you’d thanked Rafael and then kissed him under the mistletoe. Almost as if you were in a relationship.

Almost.

You weren’t in a relationship, however. You’d only shared two nights together, as friends who fucked, and you had an understanding that it wouldn’t be any more than that. Rafael and you had an agreement to service each other for the time being, no commitment, no feels. 

And who were you to him? He was a creative, a star who could jet off around the world in a moment’s notice for a glamorous affair.  You were just a school teacher who worked every day in LA. Rafael would never want you for his girl. So this situationship served a utilitarian purpose, not a romantic one. 

After the kiss, Rafael’s mind was whirring. He slowly backed away and checked the time, noticing that it was just after 9 pm. The night was young. He didn’t want the night with you to end. 

Rafael felt the urge to be with you again, but he didn’t want to push his luck. You were so dope and the fact that you didn’t know it made you even more so.  You were refreshing with your intelligence, adding to the facts that you did not give a fuck who he was, did not play to his ego, and did not want him to wife you.  

That last part was refreshing, but also troubling as he evaluated his feelings for you. But there were no feelings to be involved; you’d made that clear.  If he fell for you, you’d probably end it. You clearly didn’t want to be bothered with his lifestyle, and frankly, he didn’t deserve you. 

But he could possibly have tonight. It would be the last chance to be with you before you went to Houston to visit your family for Christmas, and the thoughts of you he’d had since Tuesday couldn’t wait another week.

You gathered yourself together and got your emotions in check.  You told yourself that you were just fond of him as a friend, but that’s where the sentiment ended.  You only had to repeat that to yourself about three times before your heart started to slow down.

Rafael smiled at you, crossing his legs and leaning on your desk while watching you work, finally getting your things together so that you could leave.  It had been a long day.

You were wearing your work clothes, white button down shirt, black pencil skirt and heels. Your Christmas cardigan had been discarded when you started cleaning up. That skirt was fit. ting.  Damn, that ass.  You were all covered up, but the clothes got him a little hard. 

You watched him watching you and gave him a smile that made his blue-greens light up.

“Did you have fun with my badass kids today?” 

Rafa laughed at your joke. He saw how much you loved your students. 

“They’re not bad. Some kids just need different ways to learn and show that they’ve learned. But you know that already.”

He shook his head at you. He could read you like a book.

“You try to pretend that you’re mean Ms. Woods but I know better. They wouldn’t love you so much if you were mean to them. Like young Timothy. He sure does love you a lot. You’re… what is it he called you?  His Cutie Pie?” Rafa looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. Timmy was his nemesis.

There was something in his voice that made you stop and look.  Could Rafa be jealous of a kindergartner?  Nah. But he was certainly worked up.

You smiled mischievously, walking towards him with some workbooks in your hand.

“I am ‘Mean Ms. Woods.’” 

You came close to him and leaned beside him to put the workbooks on your desk. Standing in front of him, your legs on either side of his, Rafael got caught up. He kept his hands clasped in front of him and eyes on you as you got close. But he couldn’t help but lean in, try to look down your shirt and kiss you on your neck.  

You stepped back before his lips made contact, teasing him.  The way he huffed and clenched his jaw got you going. That smoldering look and flashing green eyes always did.

You  definitely wanted to give him some, if he wanted, after what he had pulled off today for your kids.  You were happy that he seemed to want you too. But you were chilling. You wondered about other women in his rotation. 

You laughed a little and smiled, shaking your head at yourself.

“What?” 

Rafa smiled, seeing that you were flustered about something and hoping that something was him. He knew the cat and mouse game was just beginning.

It had been just three days but he was feening for you. Especially after seeing you with your kids this morning. You were something special. Someone he couldn’t let… He stopped his train of thought as you started talking.

“Timothy is a handful.  Mischievous, hella smart, quick witted. And a little charmer. He’s always trying to get a kiss. He has a ton of potential. Reminds me of someone else…” 

Rafael’s quick wit turned you the fuck on. Not to mention his face. And... Whew. Your thoughts were getting out of control. 

The way you were smiling at him made Rafa‘s heart leap. He tried to push the emotions down and just feel the physical.  But he did care about you. A lot. 

“Ok, enough about Timenstien.  Let’s talk about adult things…”  He just wanted to pick you up and carry you outta here the way you cocked your head at him.

“...Like the arrangement for benefits without borders. The tests, the shot… “ You just continued to stare at him.  When you licked your lips, Rafa put his hands in front of him to cover up his hard on.

You laughed again. “‘Benefits Without Borders,’ you should copyright that.”  

“Yeah, or call it, ‘FWB Raw’” Rafael had jokes.

You cracked up.  “I can’t with you, Rafa.”

Rafael’s face fell. “I mean your jokes, I can’t with your jokes. Sheesh.” 

You turned around to gather more books. Rafa fixed his face, but his eyes couldn’t leave your ass.

“Anyway, I already started the process. I went and was able to get an appointment Wednesday after school, so the shot should take effect next week.”

After the night you’d had Tuesday, you definitely wanted to experience that again. It was fortunate that your doctor had an opening on such short notice.

Rafa’s heart leapt when he heard that, but his face showed no emotion, just a cocked eyebrow when you turned back around.

“Word?”

“Word. Yeah, I’m actually leaving Sunday morning, Christmas Eve, and won’t be back until the 30th...So.”

“So…” Rafa’s eyes, they were changing colors on you. It put you off balance.

“So, if we go get the tests tonight, next week might be available for no barrier method benefits between friends  That is if you still want to….” You bit your lip. Rafa cleared his throat and you saw a smile playing around his mouth.

“Let’s think about the last time when that almost happened.” And he paused so you could go there. You had to lean on one of the children’s tables to think of the shower. You were most definitely wet right now.  

Rafa watched you as you had to open your mouth to breathe.Yes, he was definitely about to get some tonight. He wanted more than just sex, but right now he would take what he could get. Then your face changed to uncertainty.

“By the time I get back, you’ll probably have other plans for New Year’s weekend…”

Rafa was confused. “Nah, I’m going next door for Utkarsh and Naomi’s party… aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you-- we-- might have dates or something.”

Ohhhhh. That’s what was up. Rafa nodded.  Shit.  You might have someone else in the rotation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. True that.  There’s a couple of people, I mean. A few.”

Rafa was lying through his teeth, no one in his phone could hold a candle to you. Sure, they were ready, willing and able. But they were not you. And you didn’t have to know that.

“See, so…”

Rafa mourned the lost vibe.  He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not caring how it looked anymore. You watched him and longed to have your fingers in his mane, but you were chilling.

“Look. The other night we said that this was a special deal between us. I don’t wanna tie you down.  We’ll just see how things go, I mean, you might hook up in Houston…” He watched you, waiting for you to deny it.

You didn’t deny it simply because you did not know how to say that the only one you wanted to take advantage of the situation was him. You just stared at him. When you didn’t say anything, he went on.

“...old flames, new boos, whatever.  The tests will be good information to have in any circumstance.  I say we go for it.”

"Let's get it!"

An hour later you were at the Krispy Kreme donuts on Crenshaw on the way to your place. You had already dropped your car off and were now chilling with the homie after getting tested for STDs. 

You were staring in the window of the bakery, watching the donuts getting that hot glaze now and licking your lips.  They were so tempting. You were thinking donuts and Rafa was thinking the same about your lips.

"I don't think these will help with my anemia."  Your little laugh was so cute to Rafa.

The only bad news you’d got from the blood tests was that you needed more iron. You were both clean and ready to go.

"Let's get some. That glaze does something to me. I just want to lick some of that creamy stuff from around that hole..." Rafa was staring at you while he spoke, the “Hot Donuts Now” sign casting an eerie red light on half of his face.

"You’re so nasty...." you giggled.

Rafael screwed up his face. 

"What? I'm talking ‘bout some donuts.  I don't know what you're talking about." Rafa felt irrationally happy being here with you. Because you were a great friend. Yeah, that was it.

You got a dozen and left on the way to your house.  You stole a donut while riding. You looked at him while licking your fingers.

You’d decided that you wanted to have him before you left, even if you had to use protection. After you ate the donut, you put your thumb in your mouth, sucked for a second, and removed it with a loud pop, still staring at Rafa.

He almost pulled over to the side of the road.  But he was determined. "Hmmmm." Was all he replied as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

You put your hand on Rafael’s knee and moved it up a few inches to his dick. It was appropriately swollen. You smiled and started stroking it through his pants.  You felt it get harder. 

"I’ve been thinking about you a lot tonight. What you did for the kids was so… It was nice. On the other hand, I can’t wait for you to fuck my throat."

Rafa almost choked on nothing. You always surprised him and made him feel like an insecure, horny teenage boy.  But he wasn't going out like that. You were just a few minutes from your place.

"You know what. I'd love to see those tits right now."

“Right now? While you are driving?”

“I’m grown. Been driving since I was 15. I got this.”

You giggled, but reached up and unbuttoned your shirt. Your breasts were bathed in the moonlight, sitting perky and upright in your sheer black bra. Holy fuck. Your nipples were calling to him.

He'd distracted you from his dick, but his mouth was watering.  All he wanted was to fulfill your dirty fantasies. He reached your apartment and turned off the car.  You leaned back against the window. Rafael turned towards you, appraising you impassively. He had to use his acting skills to seem calm. Damn, you had him twisted.

"Touch them for me."

You licked your lips at his command.

"But I think I still have some glaze on my..."

Rafa just stared at you.

You did as you were told and pulled your bra cups down, freeing your breasts.  You started feeling and pulling on your nipples.  Your eyes were half closed in ecstasy as you started moaning and fogging the windows of Rafa’s car. He was right there with you as he palmed himself through his pants and feasted his eyes on you for a few minutes.

He leaned over and took over your breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked each of them, making you wet all over again.

“Mmmmm. So sweet.” He looked up at you, his breath fanning your face from below.

You giggled. “It’s the icing from the donut.”

“Nah girl, it’s just how you taste. Like the sweetest ambrosia.”

Damn, his words. Rafael Casal and his damn words. You just stared at him, speechless.

Rafael drew in a ragged breath and reached over to pull your bra up and button your shirt just enough to be decent going into your apartment. It was so tender. But in a no feels kind of way.

“Let’s go on up.”

Rafa peered into your soul. Sure, you wanted him. But was it really just for friendship and occasional dick?

“Eager, are we?”

His voice did something to you. The soft tenor and the earnestness of his requests of you made you melt. How did he do things to you without touching you? You didn’t want to analyze it too much, so you threw the question back on him.

“You’e not?”  Your challenge threw him off. He chuckled to hide his nerves.

“Yes, I’m eager Holly.  I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time. I want you.”

You closed your eyes and licked your lips, trying to center yourself. “That’s cool.”

You reached for your bag and moved to get out of the car.

“Hold on,” Rafa moved quickly to get out and go around to open the door for you, his chivalry not unnoticed by you. Again, the little things made you want him even more.  This was not going to be good for your heart when he decided to move on.

You led the way to your place and started up the stairs to your apartment before him.

It seemed as if that ass was going left to right in slow motion as Rafael watched it intently. He shook his head to see if he was bugging. When you glanced at him over her shoulder, he knew.

He grinned at you and looked back at it when you turned back around, catching a glimpse of a garter belt on your thighs through the slit in your skirt as you climbed the stairs.

Holy fuck! He had to have you. He rubbed his fingers right before reaching out to verify, then drew them back, because it wouldn’t do to fuck you outside on the stairs of your apartment building.

Rafa gave you some space as you opened the door, but as soon as you were inside, he pushed you up against the wall, hands everywhere.  It seemed as if he’d waited forever and not just three days. You had him addicted. 

You moaned as Rafael started kissing down your neck to your cleavage, dropping your bags on the floor by your feet. He saw a peek of your black bra through your shirt. He remembered the garter set and had to see the entire affect. He backed up, taking you in from head to toe.

"You wanna take those clothes off, or do you want me to rip them off?"

You smiled. "I guess I'll choose the first option."

You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and peeled the skirt from your hips. It was so seductive that by the time you were done, Rafa had undressed as well, his thick dick in his hands, getting it ready for you.

You stood before him, in a sheer black lace bra and garter set, with no panties. The fact that you had been like that all day under your clothes made him get even harder. And you were looking at what he was holding and licking your lips.

"You hungry?"

"Yes. Please."

"C'mere."

Rafael laid you down on the couch. He turned your head and filled your mouth as he stood at one end of the sofa. He used his free hand to twist and flick your rock hard nipples through your bra. Damn, he loved it when you moaned with his dick in your mouth.

“You like that Holly? This what you wanted?”

You were ravenous, stroking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth naturally. And you were busy, so you just nodded. Rafa continued to torture your nipples with one hand, but moved his other hand down to your clit, swirling insistent and concentrated circles around it.

You were so worked up that it did not take too long for him to manipulate an orgasm from you. “Damn, girl.” 

He was in heaven as you came with your mouth around his dick. Good thing, it muffled the sound. He was concentrating on not shooting off down your throat as he watched you, writhing in your garter set and licking his fingers, and then moving down to eat some of your delicious cream. 

Rafa held your hips down mercilessly as you fought your next orgasm.  He tongued you through it, taking all that you had to give him and successfully keeping you from running from it.

When he rose from between your legs, and wiped his face with the back of his hand, you looked as if you were going to sleep, your eyes vacant and rolling back in your head.  You were in shock from all the pleasure.

"Get that ass up."

You languidly obeyed and stood before him, eyes glowing and sexy ass lips smiling. Something in Rafael’s heart lurched and he couldn’t explain to anyone why. He was mad for some reason. 

Conflicted with different emotions, he just grabbed your waist and roughly turned you around, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back as he bent you over the arm of the couch.

You looked amazing in what you were wearing. He rubbed your ass before he smacked it, hard. Rafa was rewarded with a moan and an arched back. 

“Are you ready for this dick?” He smiled as he put the tip alllllmost in.

“Wait…”

Then he remembered.  “Shit.” 

He went into your bedroom, seeing your suitcase set up and mostly packed for the trip.  He brushed away the feeling that he had at what that meant and quickly went to your bedside table for a condom. He didn’t want to lose the vibe.

He came back into the living room to the sight of you still bent over, head resting on the couch cushion.  He stroked himself to full staff again, put the condom on, and lined up with your cunt.

“Still ready?” 

He didn’t have to ask as he heard your moan and felt you try to push back to take him.  He stilled your movement with this hand on your hip, wanting to prolong the anticipation.  His heart skipped a beat as you asked him for it.

“Please, Rafa, please give it to me…”

“Damn.”

He sank into you, none too easily. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And so wet. I love to see you cream for me, Holly. Can’t wait to feel it again.” He couldn’t wait until you returned, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about condoms. That is if you hadn’t…

He brushed the thought of you with another man out of his mind and slapped your ass, angry again.  You whimpering beneath him had him almost out of control.  You, it seemed, were on the same page.

“Oh, Rafa.  I’m so close already. I’m going to….” Rafa just kept hitting that spot, making your knees buckle. You were grateful for the support of the couch arm.

“Fuck, Rafa… I’m gonna c-c-cummmmmm.” You started pounding around him, and he grabbed the back of your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck.” Rafa had no other words at the moment.

You were screaming into the couch cushion as he emptied his cum into the condom, his hips stuttering and erratic in their rhythm. 

He leaned over you and onto your back after he was spent, for just a few moments. Then, he straightened up and made his way to your bathroom to get rid of the condom. 

Rafael washed up a little and looked at himself in the mirror. It was hopeless.  He brought out a washcloth for you and found you curled up on the couch.

“Let me..” Rafa approached you to clean you up, and you let him, trying not to register the intimacy and tenderness of the act.  He was just being a good friend.

When he was done, you thanked him and went to the bathroom, shaking your head at yourself in the mirror. You felt helpless and a slave to the feelings that weren’t supposed to be there.

You made your way back into your bedroom, took off the garter and hose, and pulled on some sweats and a tee.

In the living room, Rafa was dressed as well. And standing by the door. Your heart sank a little. But you smiled and went toward him.

“Thank you, that was just what I needed after a long week. You headed out?”

Why didn’t you just invite him to stay over?

“Yeah, I better go. You probably have a ton to do before you leave.”

Rafael didn’t know how to say that he wanted to stay, but if he did, he would wind up saying too much. “Can I have a hug?” He needed you in his arms, just one more time.

You smiled at him. “Is it even a question, after what we just did?”

You were sad that he didn’t want really to hug, he just wanted to fuck. He was just being nice, but that didn’t keep you from burying your head in his chest and squeezing tight as you went into his embrace. 

Rafael inhaled the scent of your hair and closed his eyes as he cradled you, holding you close to his heart. “You have a safe trip, and a good time with your people. Merry Christmas again, Holly.”

Your eyes welled up as you kept your head in his chest. “I will, Rafa. Thank you so much again for today. It was everything. Merry Christmas, Rafa. Have a good one.”

You lowkey wiped your eyes on his shirt before you looked up at him and smiled. You gazed at each other for a minute before he let you go.

“See you in a few days. You know, maybe.” He fumbled for the doorknob behind him.

You laughed and smiled, catching his heart. “Yeah, see you next week. Possibly.”

“Bye Holly.” He’d finally found the doorknob and was backing out of it.

“See ya, Rafael.” You were shaking your head at him as you closed the door.

You leaned against it for a long time as Rafa made his way to the car, and banged his head on the steering wheel.

You both were idiots in love. And you didn’t even realize it.

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[ruby-whistler]

Hey Red! Just wondering what you thoughts on the Syndicate lore were today!

It was so fascinating to see how distrustful c!Techno was of c!Quackity. He seemed to know that he wasn't all that he seemed, and almost knew that he was lying. His prison visit is going to be really interesting, but it's so hard for me to make theories regarding it because I honestly think anything could happen!

Of course, I'm kind of rooting for c!dream to join the Syndicate. I like the found family dynamic they've got going on, and currently they're staying out of everything. I think if there's any chance for c!dream to get his own personal redemption (not entirely sure I want him to have forgiveness from some of the characters) the Syndicate would be a nice place to do so.

ALSO c!niki lore! I follow a lot of Wilbur enthusiasts as well as Wilbur critical people, but I haven't seen as much Wilbur crit as I assumed there would be from Niki saying that she thought Wilbur was bad the whole time. Any current thoughts on c!wilbur's character in regard to c!niki or a redemption arc in general?

Honestly, at this point I'm just rooting for everyone to get a healing arc lmao. Give me my happy found family dynamics and I will be able to sleep well!

-🌹

hi, i apologize for the late reply!

i think it was very interesting to see the two interact at all. c!techno is very good at spotting when someone is bsing and he just immediately could tell something was off - as well as being smarter than to know anyone would change for the better in prison.

i think this is partially why he is so much of a danger to quackity. he sticks to his ideals, and he's right! so far i can only remember him being right. he's very rational and he will not be swayed by words.

c!techno believes in actions. it's not, "those who say they will hurt my friends" or "those who promise to show kindness".

he knows c!dream isn't responsible for all evil, because he's seen most of the evil on the smp come from government and corruption.

he knows c!dream isn't some monster but an ally because he's acted like an ally.

he knows c!quackity can't be trusted because he tried to murder him.

it's not assumption or hope or trust in others, it's knowledge that comes from experience. that's why i love his character so much.

I feel like the story is setting up a semi-sympathetic Techno. With him being suspicious of Quackity, his new found family in the Syndicate, and getting back from a long time alone, it really does feel like they're setting him up to be sympathetic towards c!dream. So do you think this will reflect in the prison visit? Do you think he'll go beyond the favor and maybe actually feel bad for him?

c!techno my beloved. that's all i'm gonna say. i have a lot of faith.

the syndicate redemption arc theory would be amazing, i agree. sadly, right now i think if that happened, c!wilbur would find him outside his house and go "it's free real estate!" because people basically just did his job for him, and oh boy. oh boy i am concerned about these two interacting. whatever happens they're gonna drag each other down, the two understimulated manipulative self-destructive bastards that they are.

I've honestly seen so many different perspectives, and I would love to hear one from someone very openly c!wilbur crit!

"c!wilbur was bad the whole time" hmm. was he a bad man? that depends on your definition of bad. /c

but no yeah c!wil was a liar who did bad things for his own benefit and didn't mind hurting others in the process, from the start, as far as i know. he's not a good person and he's hella flawed, but he's not some dangrous villain either. actually no scratch that the silver-tongued s-o-b is definitely a threat-

but yeah i... am not against him bettering himself at all! it doesn't seem to be heading to that (much like i wouldn't say a c!dream redemption arc was going to happen at the end of s2, that doesn't mean i think he's irredeemable ofc) but i'd love that for him.

and well, as for the people affected... c!nikki was hurt by him. other people were hurt by him. no one needs to interact with him, although they do deserve closure. he can heal with people he didn't hurt... after he decides to finally regret his actions, that is. and rn he seems to be going on another powertrip, which makes me concerned for everyone involved, including the man himself.

i actually didn't watch whatever nikki said btw. kinda swarmed w/ school rn, so i only heard stuff. a link to a clip would be appreciated.

but yeah c!wilbur getting a Healthy found family whom he doesn't use to perpetuate his agenda would be very poggers fkdhfdkh-

Also, do you think c!techno's disdain for the prison possibly stems from what c!tommy was like after exile?

ooo that's a good theory! might be. the man's good at noticing history repeating, if you know what i mean.

[miaxeu]

      though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS. 

( y’all dont deserve this real messy intro but im workin w half a bwain cell at 4am so i beg thee 4 mercy. nywyy im the excited new girl who’s hella pumped to meet all ur charas : katya ! feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x  )

POWERS

natural acting abilities — her ma’s a hollywoo agent so she started actin real early & now shes a big shot actress. there r more deetz on her career below !

chlorokinesis — it wasnt as natural as acting n she only started working on it when she turned 13 n started going to camps. b4 she just noticed shes good w plants but it wasnt super crazy or nything. its p good now tho ! shes prioritizing vine binding and manipulation 4 the self defense bc awards r cool n all but they dont rlly protecc from monsters ykwim 

levitation — shes trying her best ur honor

alcokinesis  — she cant conjure it or anything, she’s just immune to it ffff

BIO POINTS — cw: drug use ( full biography here )

her mom raised her by herself bc dionysus the party god was out of the picture immediately. she never told mia she’s a demigod & it was always just “ wow ur so talented ” or “ aww u got a green thumb ! ” but when she saw him claim 13 y/o mia by placing a weird hologram over her head while she slept, she knew she had to spill da beanz & tell her kid

ofc mia thought her mom was jus playing sum weird acting exercise w her bc her powers r so lowkey she could highkey just be a Mortal but insert sad whistle, the realizashun & the claiming meant heightened monster threat !! so yea ,,, one ended up chasing her a couple days later rip 

aside from the trauma, mia was ok. mostly bc she ended up cryin for dionysus like any child would n lo & behold he came & helped !!! as he should. nywy she made sure to go to summer camps every year after that but mostly just for protection purposes

she lowkey rlly hates this whole god business esp now that shes grown lmfao deadass thinks she got a bad deal bc life threats arent sexy !!! went to eonia eventually bc its Too Much Man. she just wants to go back to work and her life w the mortals w/o worryin for her life. would deadass fade her father if she could. may or may not be majoring in greek mythology to figure out the logistics of it all out of spite, who knows !

PERSONALITY

not ! a Drama Queen  —  dont get me wrong, shes hella Extra in the way she moves n acts sorta like shes always bein captured on film. is quick-witted & playful & can be a huge tease/flirt if she feels like it, but miss her w Real Feelings ! totally not sentimental. srsly she will try to rationalize away everything and is just,.,., not good w it. so soz folks, we just keepin it breezy here

ugh, she’s an Actress — aka she can act like she cares tho ! shes very much into keeping ppl on her good side. shes friendly n palatable to everyone bc its how shes been trained & while it doesnt seem fake, its def diff when its genuine

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known —  lemme circle back to the first one, ok so shes good w emotions but only in theory. does intense character work with her roles so she thinks that counts as her having eq when rlly shes just emotionally stunted, projecting n repressing like an idiot

blonde, skinny, rich, & a lil bit of a Bitch — shes only a bitch inwardly or to ppl she trusts enuff to let in on the gossip. if anyone full on opposes her or becomes real emotional, then this lil diva will rear its superiority complex head n snap a lil. will most probably do it v underhandedly n w a smile but it will be Brutal

girls just wanna have FUN ! — shes the child of da party god, so ofc she a true party girl. officially off the rails when she parties. inhibitions ? we dk her. can be insensitive in that case bc smtms its truly no strings attached, tis all abt the fun. likes company a lot & it doesnt even have 2 be loud or particularly abt her, she just likes having people around n the escapism of it all. will make friends with everyone n make sure they have a jolly fun time guaranteed at dionysus parties 

Work Hard, Play Hard — real responsible when it comes to work and commitments and if she trusts/likes u enough, she’ll give it 2 u straight, no bs. def thinks Calling Out is an act of love but maybe does it a lil too harshly smtms. v much into efficiency, sentiments be damned. not the feely words type. will sit next to u or party w u or even pay 4 ur therapist if u need sum1 to talk to. she will Be There while u work thru it, so long as u dont expect her to change n be all emotional n stuff

if she seems a lil contradictory thats bc she kinda is. tis the good ol nurture vs nature. her ma’s a real no nonsense chick n her pops is a frat guy drama geek greek god whos rlly into cottagecore so u get this lil blonde bitch whos sorta teetering on the edges

OTHER INFO  — cw: drug use ( full headcanons here )

re her career, she achieved pegot status when she was 18 aka she truly b dat bitch. shes not super mainstream famous tho, more like indie sweetheart, film snobs/critics fave typa gal. if ya want a trajectory she started w baby commercials then a sitcom from 4-10 ( think modern fam’s lily ) then it was off to the big screen & the stage ! 

mia has a lil bit of a drug habit. its not abusive or dependent, but it is a staple whenever shes parties bc alcohol is useless 2 her. started a lil young too bc hollywoo. primarily uppers/hallucinogens. she smokes weed a lil more liberally but the rest is mostly just an on occasion thing ( which, ngl, is a still a lil problematic when u party a lot rip )

after she got claimed, mia ended up going to demigod camps in a lot of diff places n countries, depending on where production would take her. there was never an established place, more like wherever was nearest when they wrapped up shooting bc monsters afoot n wutnot  

she was always homeschooled but she still managed to go to a prom and homecoming bc party is life. that makes eonia uni p much her first chance at having a normal educational environment & experience and even then its anything but. still tho this is her moment !!! im lit rally begging her to get a personality that isnt her internally rolling her eyes going “ its not that deep ”

might put up a bio/stats page if im feelin sxc but i wud jus like the records to show that mia stoeger is a bi sxc babe bc me ? write a het ? no grassy ass.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS — cw: drug use ( full connections here )

omg danny devito i love ur work ! 

,,, p self explanatory sdkjfs sum1 who loves her work ! it can be lowkey/highkey fangirl to a civil admiration

OR alternatively, y/m can Not Be a fan of her work. they might think the storyline of the projects she takes on r too out of touch n highbrow yada yada yada, but yes, we love to see either of it ! 

summer camp sweetheart !  

someone she met when at camp when they were teens ? doesnt matter in what country/city, but mia was only visiting so it was truly a one summer romance typa thing. bc she was younger, im thinkin 13-17 or w/e she was probably sweeter n a lot more emotional then. was it either’s first puppy love ? first kiss ? first “ relationship ? ” idk, do yk ? truly, so many possibilities. nothin set in stone just hmu bub 

summer camp pals ! 

p much the same as above but make it Platonic

party buddies !

or druggie pals. either way works but she wud luv it if theyre both xoxo

friends w benefits !

most probably ( but not limited to ) sum1 she met at a party skdjhsjk is it exclusive ? is any1 starting to develop feelings ? im down 4 nthing n evrything

alexa play true friend by hannah montana !

give mia her college bestie ! her confidant who knows her feels and can call each other out viciously with no ounce of resentment. we stan the friendships !

omg i love ur skirt !

that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen. lmao basically sum1 mia pretends to like or acts civil w but rlly ,,,, Cannot Stand for w/e rzn   

im p much braindead rn but those are just sum ideas !!! ofc the usual staples like the pals, enemies, wutnots are also v welcome we love to see it. if u also have a wc that u think mia would fit in, id luv to know more ! there are also a couple more detailed ones here, but pls feel free to shoot me a msg n we can get 2 plotting x 

( * wipes brow * how did i type so much n say so little rip. mia is also a completely new muse so pls b patient n if i fuq up from time to time, pretend u do not see >.< nywy thnx 4 readin, sweets ! feel free to hmu here or at discord if ya wanna <3333 )

FULL INFO  ||  EONIA TASKS 

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more fun oc stuff, featuring eridunis and his dad!

as well as sleepy mumblings about logan thackeray and little thoughts about his life and what he's about. it's all under the cut, and i kept out major plot things--there are a couple of major like life-altering things in heart of thorns and path of fire, so i'll vaguely reference them, and if you've played those campaigns, you'll know what im talking about, and if you haven't played it, i'll never tell ;)

youu aare my daaad--you're my dad! boogie woogie woogie!

alright so starting from when eridunis started growing up in the orphanage, logan's brother, Dylan, was the captain of the seraph, right, it's canon that he's been captain of the seraph since logan was a Youth; eridunis has most of his interactions with dylan throughout his younger life. this is kind of where..... im not quite sure about the full extent of logan's and dylan's contempt for each other? we know that dylan sees logan as.... sort of childish, dishonorable--especially since logan becomes a mercenary as a young adult (we're also not completely sure how old these guys are, so bear with me, i have thoughts about that)--and logan doesn't really have any respect for dylan either because he thinks being a queen's guard is like. snobbish? that's a pretty easy way to put it. and it feels like the age difference is really rough--if logan is a kid by the time dylan becomes a seraph, and even if we assume that dylan was reasonably young when he became a seraph--let's say 18-20, pretty standard--logan was probably somewhere around 10-12 years old, "young boy" age as he's described on the wiki. so 8-10 years is really tough on sibling dynamics, and we can't even be sure how these guys were raised because we also dont know a dang thing about their parents but it’s fine

with that in mind..... i still wanna give them the benefit of the doubt and say that once logan becomes a mercenary, they have the type of relationship where they still talk, and maybe logan comes back to divinitys reach and pays him a visit if only for sake of Trying to be like a family. they're still (human) BROTHERS, you know; if nothing else, they were probably raised to be social with each other SO i imagine that logan comes back sometimes and walks around with dylan and they idly argue about their morals

dylan, of course, keeps an eye on the salma district because these fun little orphan kids mess around and pull pranks on rich assholes who dont seem to have any patience for kids with no parents. eridunis is among those funny kids, and once he's maybe around 7-8, he starts running around the salma district and causing problems along with quinn and later riot alice (like in their teenage years more-so), and he's one that dylan really keeps a Close eye on. dylan tells logan about his issues with some of the young kids at the orphanage, and logan probably tells him off about it, like "you should care more about why those kids are acting out; you just see them as delinquents" etc; and ok back on track, eridunis meets logan when dylan takes logan to the orphanage one time, and eridunis is Obviously among the youngest there--even quinn and alice are at least a year older than him, and he's also pretty small, and he has that big mop of red curly hair, and logan is like "oh..... this kid does not deserve this life, none of them do"

so when logan comes back more often, he probably spends more time getting to know the orphans than he spends time with dylan, and they're both sort of okay with that. ofc logan has that moment of family panic when he's called back to defend jennah, and dylan dies, and he takes his place as seraph captain. so this is 1320 AE at this point: eridunis is 15, and i sort of like to imagine that logan at least fifteen years older than him, so i feel like it's pretty accurate to say he's about 30 by then.

alright this is getting friggen long enough, and i havent even really gotten to eridunis yet--eridunis really gets to know logan in those five years, and logan realizes that his earlier feelings of heartwrench for the kid may. have been misplaced. because this kid is annoying and doesnt seem to be taking logan or any seraph seriously, but logan also doesnt want to ?? arrest him??? he's a KID; he'd rather let eridunis get away with petty, silly crimes that really only disturb the peace more than anything else, because eridunis is honest enough to give logan any money he's stolen (if he's caught), it's just that he's not. learning from it lol eridunis.... around that time.... starts fooling around with quinn (and later, alice, experimentally) a little, and uh. it's not great? it's really just kids experimenting, but let me just say that he really regrets doing those very adult things so young--he's glad, at least, that he did them with people he trusts; he would have a lot more regret if he was sleeping around at that age. im sure logan catches eridunis getting frisky with quinn in an alley around 16 / 17, and he sits eridunis down in his office and is like "look, i know it's not completely appropriate for me to give you this kind of talk, im not your father, but everyone deserves to have a talk like this" and eridunis is like

"oh no"

so logan tells him all about how he matters and he wants eridunis to make good choices, all that good stuff; eridunis is >:( but he also sort of appreciates it.... he appreciates it more later, when he's older, and it's probably what holds him back from going all out as a horny youth.

i think he and logan bond more over stories logan tells about his mercenary work, and he tells eridunis about destiny's edge--albeit with some remorse, details held back, for the loss of glint and snaff and also the respect of his companions. eridunis is totally starting to look up to logan by this point, so he's like "screw all of them!! you did what you had to do!!" and logan is like "woah i mean i appreciate that, but.... eh you're probably right, rytlock was being real nasty to me so forget him" and eridunis is like "yeah, fuck him!!" and logan is like "NO--language, eridunis!"

once eridunis hits 20, we come to the personal story--eridunis is still incredibly young, but he's honing his necromancy skills (skills he started messing with when he was much younger, but he's never had a real weapon until now), and he becomes !! the hero of shaemoor! but of course he fucks up again, and this is also where i drift away from the canon a little, because i imagine that he doesn't talk to logan immediately, he goes back to the salma district to chill out, you know, steal some wallets--and he's immediately caught by the seraph Again, and this time, like i said in the other post i made about this, logan is like "i can either arrest you and put you in jail because ministers are mad, OR you can help me out with gang violence, and i can try to give you a job with the seraph."

and then we move through the personal story, and at each turn, eridunis is updating logan and excitedly telling him about his adventures. eridunis also takes plenty of opportunities to complain to logan about his new traveling partner, this agonizing magister who's snobbish and self concerned and maybe just a Little pretty--needless to say, eridunis comes back to logan's office all bashful like "youll never believe this.... i have a boyfriend. and it's arkus" and logan is instantly like "YOU CAME TO ME EVERY CHANCE YOU COULD GET TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS PERSON, AND NOW YOURE JUST HEAD OVER HEELS HUH" and eridunis yells back "YEAH WELL IM WEAK AND SHUT UP" but it’s all good haha

ofc eridunis helps logan fix his relationship with rytlock and the other destinys edge people, and theres just a lot of very positive father-son type things in general

and once we hit... heart of thorns......... eridunis is so worried about logan, and it adds a Lot onto his stress among.... other things. which i'll save for another post. anyway, by the time he sees logan again, logan is injured, and eridunis's fear for logan's life isn't really getting any better, but as he heals through season 3, eridunis is visiting him, writing to him, and he's so relieved when logan does heal up just fine.

once we hit path of fire, the opposite happens, and logan has a terrifying moment where he has to imagine a world without someone he really truly sees as his son, and i just imagine logan collapsing at his desk, and when taimi or canach likely contact him again with the news, he's so relieved that he just. breaks down. it’s a bad time, but it could have been way worse forever. eridunis takes some time to heal himself, and logan visits him a couple times, so thankful that he's okay

last thing i wanna say is with respect to the most recent chapter, all or nothing--eridunis is incredibly distraught as a result, and there's a moment where eridunis has to just hide from everyone in his tent, and arkus tries to take care of him, but eridunis eventually asks him to get logan, he just needs extra support from the only parental figure he's ever had. so arkus brings logan to the tent, and eridunis just..... leans against logan for a long time, cries a lot, arkus rubs his back and all that, and eventually, once eridunis calms down, logan gets to tell eridunis how much he cares about him, how he sees eridunis as a son, how he's always had an incredible amount of respect for eridunis, and okay it's very sweet but it's really making eridunis want to cry AGAIN because he sort of feels like he doesn't even deserve that respect for the mistakes he's made, but that's just how it be on this bitch of an earth, eridunis! you have a dad now, and he loves you! it means a lot for eridunis, who soon passes out and leaves arkus to chat with logan about how cool it was for logan to say all that, knowing eridunis looks up to him, and they take a moment to reminisce as father-in-law and gnc-son-in-law about the adventures so far

that's about all i have! i might go into more detail about specific moments within chapters, but this is long enough and i wanted to get it out there because im proud of the thought ive put into these boys already. i hope you enjoyed!

bonus pics!

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UNOFFERABLE: 18 - ARRANGEMENTS

Summary: The unexpected arrival of an injured Midgardian child clinging to life causes a ruckus on Asgard. The princes, Thor and Loki, are somewhat intrigued by this unusual guest, unsure as to how and why she ended up in such a state. What they did not expect, however, was the turn of events her appearance would inevitably cause.

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Set Pre-Thor 1

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Inspired by this imagine

Warnings: Fluff, flirty/naked Loki, language.

Word Count: 4,541

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Playlist: “Ribs” — Lorde, “The Princess Pleads for Wallace’s Life” — James Horner, “This Must Be the Place” — Talking Heads

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A/N: Also available on AO3  and FanFiction.net. We’re currently in the midst of celebrating a very successful referendum victory in Ireland for women’s healthcare and equality, so I am buzzin’! So as part of my celebration, please enjoy another chapter full of these two cuties being mad cute! The fluff will kill us all.

The new lovers met in the library the following night, the night after that, and the night after that again. At silent hours in the deserted room, they need not worry about anyone walking in on them. They usually seized the opportunity to kiss passionately and with abandon. Neither mortal or god held back, and they usually concluded kissing when their lips were swollen and their hair a mess. On every occasion, Loki found his sleeping breeches to be painfully tight but never insisted upon taking it further, despite the tremendous urge to take her in every way possible and make her his. He knew that Ellie had never lain with someone and had no experience when it came to sex or pleasure, so he decided to wait until she seemed ready — unwilling partners were not something he wanted to experience. He took it slow for her sake, relishing in the fact that he would be the one to show her how it felt to be pleasured by another. While it was odd to feel it, he wanted to share pleasure with her; he wanted her to enjoy it. He did care for her, that much he was sure of.

And, apparently, she cared for him too.

While Loki would probably refrain from admitting it aloud, he was enjoying this new intimate development in their relationship. It was as they had been before — very close friends — but now with added physical benefits that he usually took from servants or visiting members of royalty. Now he no longer desired their attention while his mind was so focused on Ellie. Seeing her every morning as she came to go about her duties was a sight he ate up each time. He made a show of staring at her from his bed, watching wantonly as she went about her routine as if he wasn’t eying her like she was his next meal.

“My Prince,” she said with her back turned as she plucked his clothes from his wardrobe. Her tone was sharp.

“Suddenly I am enjoying when you call me by my official title,” he replied, propped up against his headboard. “It is quite titillating.”

Her voice was firmer this time, but he could hear the smile on her lips. “Loki…”

“Oh, my name sounds delicious falling from your lips like that—”

“Enough of that,” she demanded, turning to face him and trying to wipe the smile off her mouth. “You need to get up before the Allmother questions my ability to do my job.”

“But I prefer watching you as you move about the room.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“We have been courting for a few weeks,” he stated, still unmoved on the bed. “Surely you have grown accustomed to my stares?”

“Somewhat,” she replied and gathered his garments in her arms. “But they’re especially noticeable now even when I am servin’ your family and other guests in the dining hall.”

“Do not worry yourself about that, little one. I make sure that no one else notices. My gawking is for you alone. And I am not the only one who stares.”

She placed his outfit on the end of the bed and narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, Ellie,” he snickered. “You are just as guilty as I. If not more so.”

“Did you just—”

“I see it too now,” he continued on. “We may have both been oblivious before, but now my eyes have been opened to how much you blatantly ogle me.”

“Excuse me—!”

“You practically leer.”

She said nothing for what seemed like a long time, merely staring back at his playful gaze with one that was the epitome of fed up and offended for good measure. “Y’know what? Stroke your own ego alone in the library tonight. Evidently, you don’t need my assistance.”

As she went to turn away from the bed, he saw his opportunity and quickly reached out to grab her wrist. Before she could properly react, he pulled her back and sent her tumbling on to the covers. He quickly propped himself above her, caging her in with his arms and preventing her escape. “You are quite mouthy for a handmaiden.”

“I learned from the best,” she sassed, grinning up at him.

“Is this alright?” he asked gently, tone shifting when he realised their position and how unfamiliar it must be for her. The only time they were like this usually involved holding a dagger to one of their throats. Now they were very literally tangled in his sheets.

Her voice was mostly calm, but there was a slight quiver there despite her attempt to relax. “As long as you’re wearin’ undergarments.”

“Would it be a terrible thing if I wasn’t?”

“Loki—!”

“It will not be anything you have not already seen!”

“This is different,” she replied in a small voice, placing a soft hand on his bicep. “And it’s new for me.”

“I know, little one,” he murmured and settled himself down beside her, his arm keeping him half leaning over her form. “We can progress at your pace.”

She lightly ran her fingers over his skin, and he swore the touch left tingles. “Thank you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“It’s not like you to ask permission,” she replied, leaning up to lightly brush her lips against his.

“I am being considerate. But I’ll take that as a yes.” With a smirk, he captured her lips with his. It was a long moment before he let her up from under him so that she could get back to work. He groaned and lay on his stomach as she moved to draw him a bath. “Must you do that?”

“Do what?” she called from his washroom.

“Be so responsible and dedicated to your work.”

“Yes, I must ’cause your mother saved my life all those years ago and I’m in her debt.” She reappeared in the doorway, grinning wryly at the sight of him on the bed. “So you weren’t lyin’ about wearin’ nothing under that sheet?”

He fixed his gaze on her and slowly got off the bed. Standing with the sheet clutched in front of his waist, he walked up until he was firmly planted before her.  “When have I ever lied to you?”

“It kinda comes with your official title as God of Lies,” she replied, doing a very subtle examination of his form.

With a flick of his tongue over his bottom lip, he said. “And yet I do not tell you lies.”

For a moment she was silent, eyes constantly flitting from his face to his chest to the sheet in his fist, knuckles white from the grip. The tension only grew as neither of them made move.

“This isn’t fair,” she grumbled.

“What is not fair?”

“This, you,” she stressed. “You’re distractin’ me while I’m tryin’ to do my work.”

“I am the best distraction I could offer. Unless you want me to drop the sheet as well?”

The way her eyes briefly widened and her cheeks flushed gave him his answer. “M-maybe another time when I don’t have’ta go collect those books you wanted.”

Noticing her distress, he reached his free hand out and held hers gently. “You are aware that you work for me, correct? I can tell you to never mind the books if you wish to stay a moment.”

The hesitation on her part left him waiting with bated breath. Pressuring her into anything physical was not something he would ever do, but he wasn’t about dismiss any advances from her either.

“I think that right now,” she began. “I would be happy to fetch those books.”

“Of course. As long as you are happy doing so.” He kissed her lips softly, earning a smile in response.

“I’m sorry, Loki—”

He was quick to cut her off before she could even start. “There is no need to apologise, Ellie. It is not necessary. As I have already stated, we will take all the time you need. Now fetch me those books while I get dressed.”

When the young woman turned to leave him be, the Trickster stole the opportunity to swat at her rear. He hit his mark and she let out a yelp before looking at him in shock. She fled his chambers, laughing as she went, before he could slap her again.

Loki pondered the unfamiliarity of their current situation as he washed himself. He had never been one for relationships outside of ones that only consisted of sexual needs. He was not usually this playful with his lovers. If he was honest, he had never been playful with them, although he did not use them either. Any relations he had with partners were strictly physical and both parties were aware that no feelings would grow no matter how long they were fucking. Partners came and went as his needs and interests changed and waned. That being said, he never did get involved with close friends. He wasn’t really partial to them anyway — he did not have many friends in Asgard — but he enjoyed having a bond with Ellie that had progressed so. Yes, the whole thing was foreign to them both, but he was enjoying it, whatever it was.

He liked doing things for her, especially things that would make her happy. Knowing that he brought a smile to her face only ever resulted in him smiling as well. The fact of the matter was, he felt good when he brought her joy. He didn’t care whether the arrangement would be disapproved of by his family, or that it was completely impractical and unconventional; he obtained pleasure from it and would continue to do as he pleased. It was the main reason why he continued to bring her to Midgard and why he agreed to teach her magic. It terms of these gestures, he had been thinking of one in particular for some time, and finally saw fit to breach the subject with her.

Upon Ellie’s return to his chambers, he had finished bathing and dressed himself quickly. He sat at his desk in silence, but acknowledged her as she arrived.

With a polite nod, she set the stack of books on the surface in front of him. “Your books, as requested.”

“Thank you,” he said. “But I wish to borrow you for another moment.”

“What do you need?”

“I had a question for you.”

His cryptic reply seemed to set her on edge, but she urged him onwards despite her own caution. “And what would that be?”

“I have thought about our visits to Midgard,” he explained. “And how they have become a normal part of life for us. I wondered if you wished to travel back home to Dublin.”

“We’ve already gone to Dublin,” she said, confusion evident in her expression. “Not that long ago, either.”

“You are not understanding me, little one. I am asking if you would like to visit your old home in Dublin. The one in which you grow up with your mother and brother.”

Ellie’s eyes went wide. “I… What?”

“Here, sit. Let me explain.” He pulled over a nearby footstool and plopped her on to it, hoping that not being on her feet would help to calm her down if the thought of going home was distressing. “When you told me of what happened to you at the hands of your father, you explained that, due to what happened, you do not know the fate of your mother and brother. If you wish, you and I can go back and find the home from your childhood and, hopefully, discover what happened to your family. I have been thinking about this for a while, and thought it best to ask you sooner rather than later.”

While the air in the room was not a tense one, Loki knew that it was probably the most sensitive subject he could discuss with her. He usually waited for Ellie to bring up her family in conversation on her own accord and listened to her talk fondly of Shane and their mother. Right now, her blue eyes were fixed on him, her hands fidgeting in her lap, one knee tapping up and down restlessly. Before she spoke, she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and cleared her throat. “You would… You would do that? You’d help me find them?”

“Of course, if you wish to. We can speak to my mother about it, if you so desire, and then merely ask Heimdall to point us in the right direction. Then we will know of their fate and you can have closure. Of course this is all merely an idea, and you are the only one who will decide whether we do it or not.”

“It’s a big decision,” she mumbled sadly. “One that I’m not sure I’m ready to answer.”

“That’s alright,” he reassured her, cupping her hands in his affectionately. “You need not make a decision now. How about you take as long as you need to think it over, and then approach me with an answer when you feel comfortable?”

“That sounds reasonable.” She paused, tracing her fingers over the back of his hands. “Please don’t think that I’m ungrateful ’cause I’m hesitant. I just wish to think it over and make sure I’m ready to hear what happened to my family.”

“I understand. Take as long as you need and I will be here when you are ready.”

“Thank you, Loki. You can be rather lovely when you feel like it.”

He laughed at her comment, flashing her a bright smirk in response. “Only when I want to be.”

After a few more moments of thanks and encouraging words, Loki left Ellie to her duties while he went to meet with his mother, his father, and Thor over breakfast. Once everyone was sat at the table, Frigga began the discussion of the upcoming feast. It was a special occasion to celebrate the palace staff and their hard work over the centuries. Guest caterers and servers were brought in to wait upon the staff as they savoured the food and drink. It was something that happened once every so often, mostly at Frigga’s encouragement, but Odin was not against giving the workers the reward and time off they deserved. It was a rather delightful afar and, although formalities remained between the Royal Family and staff, there was a certain amount of lightheartedness in the air. It was a happy occasion, and most took delight in it.

The night of the feast arrived rather quickly; the unmistakable buzz within the palace walls made it obvious. The entire palace staff — excluding the ever-vigilant Einherjar — we filed into the feast hall and sat at the massive tables. Loki and Thor were already seated at the head table with the Allmother and Allfather, watching as each person took their seat. The younger Odinson spotted Ellie easily amongst the rabble, sitting with Fen, Sevda, and her other former colleagues, chatting happily as goblets were placed in front of them. He was thankful to see that Dagny was among them and refrained from treating Ellie poorly since the position change. At the head table, the princes themselves were joined by Lady Sif, the Warriors Three, some distinguished nobles from Alfheim and Vanaheim, and the ever-annoying pair that was Frey and Freyja. Once again, the were invited to the feast, as was standard practice given the ever-tense peace between Asgard and Vanaheim. The invitations to special occasions were like a constant boot-licking from Odin, but one that resulted in subtle threats of ‘do not test me’ upon sitting at the table and chatting for some time. If anything, Loki just relished in the opportunity to piss Freyja off with more insulting comments.

The feast was a rousing success with the servants, but the more informal celebrations afterwards was when the most fun was had. Once there was alcohol involved and the music began, all formalities went out the window. Loki only tolerated the company of Thor and his friends until they drank an excessive amount of mead. Upon wandering through the crowd, he was pleased when he bumped into Radburn. As was customary, staff that had served within the palace for a significant length of time were welcome to join in the festivities.

“My Prince,” the older man greeted him with a fond smile.

“Radburn,” Loki said, offering his hand. “It has been a long time.”

“That it has, and you’re a fool if you think that I am merely going to shake your hand, my friend.”

Before Loki could react, he was pulled into a quick hug, but he merely laughed it off, embracing his former hand servant. “The years have treated you well, I hope?”

As Radburn pulled away, Loki noted his now white beard and the crinkled skin around his brown eyes. Though his body has grown weary and grey over the years, his signature grin was still a familiar and comforting sight. “That they have. I cannot complain.”

The older man was much like Loki in mannerisms and attitude. When he was first employed as his hand servant, the young Prince was surprised to see that they had much in common. With a similar taste in dry humour and little time for the rambunctious nature of Asgard’s warriors, they found themselves engaging in sarcastic banter and enjoying each other’s wit when they went about their duties in close quarters. Although he was never particularly fond of relationships (well, up until now, at least), he offered Radburn whatever advice he had when the latter had fallen hard for a fellow servant girl. He got to witness their blossoming courtship, their marriage, and the birth of their children, up until his friend’s retirement. Now, Radburn’s youngest son, Rainger, was only recently employed as Thor’s new hand servant, having been promoted from his previous position.

“I trust that your family are well? Is your wife here tonight?”

“Quite! Maeve is sitting at the table with Rainger.” He pointed over in the direction he had come from. “I came to see if I could grab you before you were otherwise intercepted by another.”

“What of your daughter?”

“Ah, Bea remains at home with her husband. She is due her first child in the next few weeks.”

“Congratulations, my good man. I don’t doubt that your grandchild will be doted on at all times.”

“How fairs your new handmaiden? What was her name? Dagny, if my memory serves me?”

“Ah, well, I was not overly fond of her, so she was removed from her position.”

“Oh! Rainger never mentioned that. So who now serves the youngest Prince of Asgard?”

“Do you recall Ellie, the mortal girl whom my mother brought to Asgard?”

Radburn’s brown eyes lit up at the mention of her. “Ah, yes! Of course. How could I forget the little one! You were both quite close. How does she fair dealing with your stubborn arse?”

Loki rolled his eyes as the old man burst into laughter. “Were you not my friend, I would reprimand you for that.”

“Alas, I am, so you will not. Come! My family wish to see you.”

The Trickster happily followed Radburn as he was led to where his wife and son sat. Maeve quickly got up from her seat upon noticing his approach and, much like her husband, pulled him into an embrace as she greeted him.

“It is good to see you again, Your Highness,” she said delightedly, pulling back to get a good look at him. “My, you are as handsome as you’ve always been!”

“You dote over me too much, Maeve,” Loki chuckled, placing a polite kiss on her hand. “It is partially your fault that I am this arrogant.”

“That I can agree with,” Radburn added, handing the prince a fresh goblet of wine. “Her lack of criticism ruined you.”

“Evening, Prince Loki,” Rainger greeted him, following his mother’s lead and standing from his seat. “It is good to see you.”

“And you, Rainger,” Loki replied and shook his hand firmly. “I trust my brother is not giving you too much hassle?”

The younger man laughed at that and merely shrugged. “Whatever hassle he may cause is minute in comparison to his friendly nature.”

“You do not have to compliment that oaf for my benefit.”

“My Prince!” Maeve gasped, shaking her head. “You speak so ill of Prince Thor when you both obviously adore each other.”

“Again, this is yet another statement that proves you think too highly of me!”

“My Prince?” Rainger asked, grabbing his attention again. The young man scratched the shaved sides of his head before speaking again. “I was hoping I could enquire about something with you.”

“And what might that be?”

He gulped slightly. “Your handmaiden, Ellie.”

Loki clenched his goblet tighter at the mention of her name. “What of her?”

“I was wondering — well, hoping really — if she was perhaps looking to court another? Well, I was hoping she would accept me if I were to ask…”

It took Loki all of his strength not to grab Rainger by his collar and threaten to knock all the teeth from his head. Although no one had seemingly expressed an interest in courting Ellie before, given her mortal status, he was not surprised that it would be Radburn’s son who expressed an interest. He had always been a reasonable man, completely uncaring of titles and royal status. It made sense that his children would grow with the same opinion. Evidently, this young man was unconcerned with her mortality. Loki did not know whether the two personal hand servants were even friends in the same way Ellie was with Fen and Sevda. She had mentioned Rainger briefly on one or two occasions, but never to an intimate degree. Despite the fact she may not have an interest in him, the thought of someone else putting a hand on her made his blood boil.

“I cannot really speak for her,” he explained slowly. “I am just aware that I have not seen her court someone before, given her status mostly.”

“That’s a shame,” Radburn said. “She is a lovely young woman.”

Rainger nodded slowly, now scratching his beard in thought. “I suppose all I can do is ask. As long as the request would not anger her.”

Loki pursed his lips together. “I doubt it will anger her.”

But I, on the other hand, will thoroughly enjoy watching her reject your advances.

Suddenly, it was like he was back in that Midgardian bar all over again. He said his goodbyes to Radburn and Maeve as Rainger took a breath to steady himself and headed off in the direction of Ellie. Loki slithered around the edge of the crowd, his goblet left behind, as the two servants met on the dance floor. Over the noise of music and laughter, he couldn’t hear their conversation, but he watched as Rainger politely grabbed Ellie’s attention. Excusing herself from Fen and Sevda’s company, she gave the young man a smile as he began to speak. Her expression remained calm and neutral the whole time Rainger spoke, using his shaking hands to make nervous gestures. When he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence between the pair as he waited patiently for an answer. Loki fixed his gaze on his lover as she smiled sadly and shook her head. As to what she was saying, he had no idea, but he hid his grin as Rainger nodded sadly and went back the way he had came. She let out a breath, pouting at the encounter before she searched the crowd.

Their knowing gazes met between the party guests.

When she smiled at him, he found himself doing the same without a second thought.

He could have sworn that he felt lighter.

Loki nodded towards the entrance way that led back to the corridors and it took no time before the pair met in a deserted alcove under the guise of their invisibility.

“Did you see that whole exchange?” was the first thing she asked as their figures reappeared, caged between his arms and the wall behind.

He nodded, his expression soft. “Yes. I had been speaking to Rainger and his parents before he went to speak with you. He actually asked for my advice on approaching you, but I offered him none.”

“Oh, a bad move on his part.” She let out a breath, taking hold of his shoulders and pulling him towards her. “But he had no idea, so you can’t blame him for tryin’.”

Loki looked at her, less than impressed, but shrugged. “I suppose. I was still not very fond of his attempt.”

“It’s not as if I was gonna say yes.”

“I know, but he does not know that you are mine…”

She sighed at his admission, resting her forehead against his chest. “I know, Loki, but we already spoke about that. We both know that we can’t tell people right now, at least.”

He placed a kiss on the top of her head before letting his chin rest in the same spot. “I know. Sometimes it bothers me when others look at you in such a manner, but I guess I’ll just have to kill them—”

“Oh my god, no!” She snickered and the sound made him grin. “Look, if it was a choice between not bein’ with you at all or bein’ with you secretly, I will always chose the latter. So don’t worry about guys comin’ near me — they’ll always get shot down ’cause I have my hopeful eyes set on another.”

“Oh, really? Who?”

“You, you fuckin’ eejit.”

He leaned back and studied her for a moment, languidly pressing his body against hers when he noticed her slightly unsteady eyes. “Have you been drinking, darling?”

“I’ve just had a little wine,” she explained with a giggle. “Don’t worry; I’m nowhere near as bad as I was on Earth.”

“I can tell. You were a mess.”

“Wow, alright then, dickhead.”

Now he was the one laughing at her pouting. “Did I forget to mention that I would make the same choice as you?”

With a roll of her eyes, she said dryly. “Well at least I know that now…”

“And I hope you never forget it,” he insisted. “Now we should be getting back to the party before others notice our absence. Although, given our current position, I think we should take full advantage of this before we return.”

The groan that escaped her nearly had him growling in response. “Then stop talkin’ and c’mere.”

Following her command, Loki firmly planted his lips on hers and enjoyed the brief few minutes they had alone. He had to admit that the time he spent with her was becoming more and more precious, but he had not lied when he agreed with her earlier admission. These moments made the secrecy worth it.

He had not previously believed it to be possible, but he was beginning to think that, if given the choice, he would chose her over and over again.

Loki did not regret his leap of faith for one minute.

[horticturaltherapyresearch]

Formative

speaker notes

Slide 1 Hi everyone, today I will be talking about horticultural therapy and how this ties into my project

Slide 2 Horticultural therapy is the act of using nature to heal people has been used for centuries. This practice is stimulated through people interacting with nature and more specifically gardens. Horticultural therapy is used for therapeutic and rehabilitative purposes and is designed to be beneficial and help improve people’s state of mind and overall health.

Horticultural therapy has been described to improve people’s quality of life, and therefore, I would recommend everyone giving it a go. So many in today’s society are becoming wrapped up in their busy lives, making it easier for people to disconnect from nature. This leaves some feeling unfulfilled without really understanding why. Although this term is fairly new, Plants have been recognized and used for their healing benefits for centuries.

Slide 3 Landscapes including gardens in Persia dated back to 500bc were created to please all five senses.

This image is an aerial view of the royal garden in the world heritage site of Pasargadae. Although today, the site doesn’t look like much due to the ruins, the surviving architectural elements such as the stone water channels suggest that it was once a beautiful garden.

Slide 4 Monastic gardens from the middle ages were used for growing medicinal plants and to provide places for sick people to recuperate and reside

The Avebury manor is one of many examples of gardens during this time. You can still visit this place today as it has been redesigned to replicate the original structure of the garden. What is really cool about this place is that there are still some hedges and stone walls that have survived all these years.

Slide 5 In the late 18th to 19th century, patients from asylums and hospitals were encouraged to visit gardens to distract them from their illnesses and to soothe their pains. Over the years, people have recognized the remarkable benefits that plants can provide for patients who are sick and wounded. Patients who were exposed to hospital gardens have shown remarkable improvements within their mental, emotional and physical health. According to the biophilia theory, humans are drawn to natural environments for their aesthetically pleasing elements and have helped humans to survive for millions of years. Humans have been evolved to prefer and respond positively to nature.

This is an image of the Arles garden in France which was where Asylum patients would hang out

Fun fact, this is one of the places that van Gough would visit when he was unwell. And on the right shows his painting of the garden.

Slide 6 so why is this relevant? Well, New Zealand is a country that is known to struggle with mental health. In fact, poor mental health Is one of this country’s most pressing concerns with

Slide 7 one in 6 kiwis had, has, or will experience a mental health disorder at some stage of their lives. And, with hitting a pandemic in 2019, there was no doubt that citizens mental health would plummet more than it already has. Covid-19 has affected many people in different ways. People have lost their jobs, businesses and have been restraint to their homes during the lockdowns. This was a concern as people felt lonely and isolated during these times. As humans, we are social creatures, and the lack of interaction has heightened people’s pre-existing anxiety and depression.

Slide 8 my solution to this problem is to design a gardening kit that will provide people a means to garden in the comfort of their own home as a form of horticultural therapy. A gardening kit will be designed to help those who want a cost-effective, easy way of getting started with gardening and to experience the benefits that horticultural therapy may provide. This concept has considered the possibilities of future lockdowns and social distancing. There will be no need to visit your local gardening stores as this kit will provide the essentials to getting started. Giving families the opportunity to receive a cost-effective and natural form of therapy. Although this project is targeted towards those who may struggle with low self-esteem, anxiety and depression, the gardening kit can also benefit beginner gardeners who want an easy way to get started.

Slide 9 The name of my kit is Aura. Horticultural theory focuses on the human experience and how a person interacts with nature. The word Aura is about spirituality, the mind and energy and therefore I felt that this word explains the experience people have when participating in horticultural therapy activities.

Slide 10 this is what my kid is going to look like. the pattern on the box resembles a leafs skeleton. the box will be made out of wood to ensure durability. The reason I chose to go with a more abstract approach is to create this unique experience for users.

Slide 11 to embody the aura experience. i plan to line the inside of the box with some sort of reflective paper. These are just some examples of what it could look like. The idea is that the items will reflect onto the walls of the box, creating an ‘aura’ around the objects.

Slide 12 A publication will be included in my kit to explain horticultural therapy, and there will also be images of gardens and sceneries that are soothing to the eye. Currently the book has 24 pages

The cover of the publication also replicated the leaf skeleton that is on the actual kit box. This is to keep my packaging cohesive.

Slide 13 Alongside the publication there will be four seed packets. For example purposes I will be only showing one as they will all look similar. For this example, I am showcasing the petunia seeds.  

On the left is what the packet will looks like when it is opened. There is a pattern around the outside and instructions in the center of the packet.

inside the seed packet, there will also be a seed tracker where people can take notes on when they opened their seeds, how long it takes to germinate and more.

I am also thinking of keeping the labels within the seed packets to keep everything neat and together.

For the actual seeds, I am thinking of creating one use, disposable but eco-friend packaging so people don’t feel overwhelmed with all the extra seeds that don’t get used.

Slide 14 here are some garden gloves. theres are not essential to have in the kit but could make the experience more personal and could be great for beginners who may not have any.

Slide 15 and ofc, there will be started pots and compressed fibre soil to help with germinati

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Heaven Sent - Part 1

Word Count: 2,226

Characters: Y/n, Arabella (OFC), Castiel, Dean (Mentioned), Sam (Mentioned)

Warnings: Snark, Heaven-Induced Insanity, Language, Angst if you squint

A/N: This is Part 1 of a mini-series I wrote for @ellen-reincarnated1967’s “Andi’s Back in the Game” challenge. Beta’d by @hannahindie and @wheresthekillswitch who also helped me to brainstorm and nail down exactly where I wanted to go. Thank you both so very much!

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Heaven Sent Part 1

“Please state your name, rank, and classification.”

“My name is…”

“A little closer to the microphone, please,” Arabella interrupted.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and leaned forward before speaking again.

“My name is y/n, guardian, first class.” I kept my tone light and conversational. She nodded once, jotting down notes and continued.

“And why are you here today, y/n?” She smiled one of those painted-on, forced smiles and I did my best to play nice. It’s not like I had a lot of options at this point.

I took a deep breath. “I am here today because the human in my charge died.”

“And can you explain the circumstances regarding the death?” She surveyed me from over the top of her thin, rectangular reading glasses. I consciously worked to unclench my jaw; she already knew.

“Yes, it was the result of a hellhound attack, brought on by a contract forged between said human,” I cringed, unable to speak his name, “and a crossroads demon.”

The scratching sound of her pen against paper filled the small, sterile room. She glanced up “And do you understand the necessity of this hearing?”

“And as governed by HARP: Human/Angel Relations Protocol, section 39, paragraph B, subsection D52b, any guardian unable to prevent such deals from occurring is thereby subject to a performance review and official hearing.”

“Thank you, y/n. Can you state for the record, please, the name of the human previously in your care?” She was enjoying this a little too much for my liking.

I leaned forward again, gritted my teeth and strained to keep the disdain from my voice. “His name was Dean Winchester.”

-----

“Probation, Castiel. Probation!” I angrily snapped the twig I’d been holding into a dozen smaller pieces as I spoke. “I was the best at my job. The best! And that self-absorbed, self-righteous, obstinate ape, Winchester, ruined everything.” I looked at my brother and the strikingly blue eyes belonging to his vessel studied me carefully.

“The Winchesters are vital to the plan,” Castiel’s voice was low and unnervingly calm. “We all have our orders.”

I groaned and tossed the sticks under the bench we sat on. “He made his choice. Not me; him! But I’m the one being punished for it.”

“He did go to hell, y/n,” Castiel tilted his head to one side. “I’d say he’s getting his fair share of punishment for his decisions.”

“Serves him right. And all to save that overgrown scab of a brother.”

He sighed. “For as much as I have enjoyed observing humans over the millennia; watching them change and grow from single cell organisms to complex beings with brains capable of achieving the unimaginable…” his words trailed off as he stared into the distance. “I don’t think I will ever fully understand why they do the things that they do.” He looked at me then, the faintest glimmer of empathy shadowing his face. “So what now for you?”

I couldn’t help but to chuckle, mirthlessly. “Vocational rehabilitation. I have to complete a minimum of 6 months of classes, though Arabella has already determined that I must complete 9-12 months due to the severity of my offense. It’s times like this that I really question management.”

The look on Castiel’s face was pure righteous fury and his blue eyes burned brightly. “Who are we to question the will of God, y/n?”

“Who says that any of this was God’s will!? Management? Let’s see, Uriel, Zachariah? Well they are about as believable as that whole ‘Moon Landing’ thing in the 60’s,” I stood. I knew that’s one point of contention that Castiel and I would never be quite able to reconcile and I regretted having said anything to begin with. “I need to go, Castiel, or Arabella will hunt me down in ways that are utterly unfathomable.”

Castiel opened his mouth to speak but I left in a flutter of wings before he could get a word out.

-----

I would like to say that the months that followed at the HARP Facility were full of insightful training and useful information culminating in a clearer understanding of how I could be a more effective Guardian to future humans in my care. I’d like to, but as that would be a lie and would therefore lengthen my sentence, I can’t.

I can, however, say that if there was any benefit to be gleaned from the experience, it would be further confirmation that I truly was the best in my field. And while it was somewhat comforting to realize my name and reputation preceded me in this place, my peers’ open bewilderment at my presence among them only worked to cement my extreme resentment toward the eldest Winchester. My notoriety also proved to be somewhat polarizing as most of the other angels seemed to give me a wide berth. In all my centuries of existence, I’d never experienced loneliness.

Castiel came to visit me once a month. He gave me updates on his garrison and news from Earth. Having walked among the humans for so long, being separated from them now felt as though my left wing was missing. Though our time together came to an end more quickly than I would have liked, the promise of his return gave me something to look forward to each month.

Until, one day, he didn’t show up.

It had been a particularly difficult time at the facility as the news of my offense had spread amongst the other residents. The murmurs of stunned admiration had turned to mocking whispers and the isolation from my peers became increasingly apparent, though now for a different reason entirely. Counting down the days until Castiel’s arrival had been the only thing keeping me sane. He’d always had a way of comforting me in a way that few others could.

I could hear the low din of laughter and whispered jokes at my expense as I’d made my way to the courtyard and found our usual bench unoccupied. I was early, but I was happy to wait for him. I watched as the other angels’ visitors arrived, observing their interaction with those who’d made the journey to see them. After hours of being rooted to the same spot, with no sign of Castiel or his tan trench coat in sight, the realization that he wouldn’t be coming hit me.

It wasn’t painful as I’d expected. It felt more like nothing; like all emotion and feeling had been struck from my being and I just simply was. I returned to my bunk, barely aware of any movement on my part, much less the open taunts of those around me.

In this place, the frequency to the “angel-radio,” as it is so often referred to, was shut off to the outside world. I had no way of knowing if Castiel was alive or dead. Neither option was comforting. If he was dead, then I’d lost the one true friend I’d had. But if he was alive and had just chosen not to visit, then the result was the same: I truly had no one.

When I said that looking forward to Castiel’s visits is what had kept me sane, it was not an exaggeration. After that day, when I’d waited in vain for him to arrive, I began a slow decent into madness. I could feel myself coming undone at the seams. Where I’d previously been able to at least maintain a straight face during my group trainings, I found I was no longer able to keep my face neutral when the HARP Approved Counselor said something particularly infuriating. After a while, my verbal filter failed.

I don’t know exactly what I said, but I remember referring to his lack of functioning genitalia and insinuating that his alleged “wisdom” equated to something just below that of a fortune cookie. I later wondered if he’d known exactly what any of that meant or if it was just the blatant insubordination that got me sent into solitary confinement. Really it didn’t matter. All I knew was that one minute I was standing on top of the desk, berating a superior and the next, he was gone, as was the room and the other few dozen angel who’d been staring at me wide-eyed while dodging splatters of spit as I’d ranted and raved.  

For as long as I’d existed in this universe, my head had been filled with the chaotic, but comforting chatter of my fellow angels. Even at HARP, with the signal limited to only those who’d had the misfortune of ending up here, there’d been a constant buzz echoing in my ears. But when they said solitary confinement, they hadn’t just been referring to my physical separation; my voice was the only one I could hear and the silence was almost overwhelming.

It was hard to gage how long I was away. A counselor checked on my at regular intervals that I assumed to be daily, but for all I knew it could have been weekly. A lack of biological timekeeping will do that to you. Whatever the frequency, I’d gotten good at timing them.

It was a brief encounter; there would be a loud click and a thin beam of light would crawl across the floor as the door slowly crept open, a counselor would poke their head in the door and nod curtly before sliding the door closed again. It grew apparent that they were required to lay eyes on me regularly. At first I would ask as many questions as I could manage before the door slammed shut again; where was I? How long would I have to stay locked away? Where’s Castiel? They never spoke so eventually I just stared at them blankly as they entered. After a while I started feigning death or exhaustion and allowed my vessel’s body to fall completely limp. Then, just as I knew the counselor’s eyes had fallen on me, I would jerk my head up and shriek. The looks on their faces; they were so alarmed. Every time! Even now it makes me giggle thinking about it.

One day I’d planned a spectacularly gnarly attack. I’d learned that, while my powers remained weak, I was still able to heal my vessel from minor cuts and abrasions. I’d managed to slice a decent sized gash in the palm of my hand and, before healing myself, had spattered an impressively gruesome amount of blood in one corner of my cell and doused the front of my shirt to mimic a stab-wound. I laid there for what felt like days, pretending to have been brutally murdered, but the door never opened.

I went to examine the door. Tentatively at first. I pressed my ear to the cool metal and strained to hear any sign of footsteps or wings flapping. The silence was so thick it made me want to scream, just to hear something; anything. I opened my mouth and unleashed the most ear splitting, gut wrenching shriek I could muster. I screamed for every frustration, every disappointment, every snide comment and side-eye from the other angels, Castiel abandoning me and even Dean Winchester - may he roast in the depths of hell; I screamed until my throat was raw and my lungs burned. It reverberated off of the four walls and the metal door and made my ears want to bleed until at last it was again replaced with silence.

I kicked the door as hard as I could, a loud metallic thud competed briefly for attention before fading into oblivion. Over and over I rained down kicks and punches until my knuckles were a bloody, ragged mess. As I stepped back and shook my head to regain some level of concentration before I healed my hands and started again, I noticed the barest sliver of light on the floor near my feet. It was so thin it could have been a strand of golden hair, but it was there. I allowed my gaze to travel up the length of the strand and that’s when I saw the crack in the door.

Although I would like to take credit and say it was my intrepid and vicious attack on the door that had caused it to slide open a fraction of a millimeter, it was not. A solid, seven inch thick door made of the same metal used to craft angel blades is more than one angry and generally insane angel can defeat. I weighed my options for a moment. I decided it was worth whatever risks I’d just pseudo-considered and carefully slid the heavy door back. The hall was empty and the same silence I’d grown accustomed to in the cell greeted me here too. Although, now outside the confines of my home-sweet-cell, the broken sound of angel-radio trickled once again through my brain.

The sound was like static from a distant FM station, but I caught a few words. Castiel...Hell…Vessel...saved…thousands…decimated. Whatever was going on, it was huge and somehow, I’d been forgotten in the midst of it. I didn’t, for one second, consider the repercussions of my next actions; of how much grace I may or not have possessed at the time or even exactly what my endgame was. I only knew it was now or never and I fled.

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