#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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@paranormaljunction Asked:
“I’ve got cargo in the basement. Might make your revenge against Edgar Frog more interesting.” (Gunner to Sonya)
【❖】 ―――― She closed her eyes, focusing on the locator spell. Edgar's aura pulsed stronger now, a beacon of determination tinged with worry. ❝ He's less than an hour away now. ❞ The connection she had made with him was still strong and would remain that way until he was back in Santa Carla. Sonya's eyes narrowed, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. ❝ What kind of cargo are we talking about, Darlin’ ? ❞ Sonya walked over to pour self herself another shot of whiskey, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
Normally this was a matter she took care of on her own. After what Edgar had done to her many years ago it had become a personal thing between the two of them, but if Gunner had a devilish plan up his shelve she wasn’t against hearing it. She sipped her whiskey, savoring both the burn of the alcohol and the delightful possibilities laying ahead. ❝ I had a few things in mind but I'm always open to suggestions, especially from you. ❞ Red lips pursed together as she batted a lash at her more than handsome husband.
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Gunner#C: Sonya Alexander Logan#Feat: Sonya Alexander Logan & Gunner#[Ship Insp:] I Breathe You In Again Just To Feel You Underneath My Skin: Sonya & Gunner#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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"Hey, Sammy, how'd your Father's Day go? Now, before you answer that, I'll tell you how mine went. Buffy and I dealt with Emma giving me middle fingers, death glares, and screaming what a piece of shit I am. Now, how 'bout your day?"
【❖】 ―――― Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his beer forgotten in his hand. He cleared his throat before replying, ❝ Still going that well, huh ? ❞ Sam stated, his voice laced with concern. He knew this might start an agreement between them but someone had to say it. ❝ Dean, things aren’t getting any better with her, from the sound of it it���s getting worse. I just can’t help but feel like you and Buffy aren’t safe. If she wanted to mend things it shouldn’t be taking this long. ❞ Sam just couldn't shake off the feeling of unease settling in his gut. Deep down he knew a good part of this was his fault. If things wouldn’t have gone down the way they had those years ago things might be different now.
❝ Dean, I know you love her, but sometimes love just isn't enough to fix things. Maybe it's time to consider other options, for your safety and Buffy's. ❞ Sam suggested cautiously, knowing his brother's stubborn nature all too well. Sam empathized with his brother's devotion, but also worried about the potential consequences of clinging onto something that seemed beyond repair.
Emma had been in her room which was unknown to Dean — not that he knew when she was or wasn’t home these days. As she went to turn the corner and heard the conversation at hand her eyes became wild with anger. Before either of them could react, she picked up a vase and hurled it across the room, narrowly missing Dean's head. ❝ Trying to pawn me off somewhere now ? Or do you just want to shoot me again and hopefully finish the job this time ? ❞ Her pointed glare went straight to Sam.
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Dean#C: Sam Winchester#C: Emma Winchester#Feat: Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester#Guest: Emma Winchester#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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❝ i wish i’d known all this before we ended up here. ❞ (to Shane from Lisa, after his rescue)
【❖】 ―――― Lisa's words resonated within him. There were many things he would change or avoid had he known then what he knows now. However, coming back to Santa Carla wasn't one of those. Even after everything he went through at the hands of David ( his own maker ) and the boys he still would have come back for Nicole. Despite the dangers and challenges he faced in Santa Carla, his love for Nicole was unwavering. He knew that no matter what obstacles came their way, he would always choose to be by her side. Their bond was stronger than any fear or regret he may have had, and he was grateful for the chance to be with her once again. Second chances weren't always a guarantee for them or anyone else. He made a promise to protect her and her family and that's exactly what he had done. His body was even worse for wear now but Nicole and her family was safe, for now.
❝ It wouldn't have stopped me from coming back to find her. ❞ As long as he was alive, he would always be there for her, no matter the cost. ❝ Besides, you can't tell me you haven't thought about Chris at least once. ❞ As he attempted to sit up he began coughing until he spit up some blood. He was surprised he even had enough left inside him to do so. The last time he fed had been when Nicole offer he blood to him. That only thing that kept him alive cemented behind that wall in the cave was the occasional rat that ventured into his confines. That thought alone was enough to disgust him, but he had done what was necessary to keep himself going. He also wouldn't forget the blonde girl who had slipped upon him and gave him a half empty thermos of blood. He had been hoping she would return with the hopes of him talking her into freeing him. As it would seem Nicole showed up before the blonde. At first he had thought he was in another blood depraved illusion but Lisa was undoubtedly alive and well. ❝ How did you find me anyway ? Did Kyle, Jon or Erik make it back with you ? ❞ He's trying not to over do it before he can regain his strength but there's so much he needs to know.
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Lisa#C: Shane Powers#Feat: Shane Powers & Lisa#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ Kyrie to Judas, from this meme
【❖】 ―――― Judas lowered his head as he took a moment to light his cigarette. A part of him is glad Kyrie is here and another part of him wishes she wasn’t. In saving her from the mess he had gotten her into there was no way for him to hide the transformation he had gone through. While she has accepted what he is, that doesn’t erase the fact that as long as she is with him she is a target for anyone and everyone who has a grudge against his family. Despite the risks, Judas couldn't deny the warmth that Kyrie's presence brought him. She had a way of grounding him, reminding him that there was still some humanity left within him despite the darkness that surrounded his family legacy. But the way Kyrie looked at him, as if he was her savior, made Judas feel a flicker of warmth in his cold heart. Her unwavering loyalty tugged at something deep inside him, a part of him that had long been buried under layers of betrayal and bloodshed.
❝ Thanks for being here, Kyrie. I know it's not safe, but I appreciate your company more than you know. ❞ Judas couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt gnawing at him. He knew that his world was a dangerous one, and he had no right to drag Kyrie into it. But there a selfishness tugging at him because the only time he truly felt happiness and at ease with himself was when he was with her. Everything was a mess right now and he was to blame for all of it. It was because of him that Kyrie had been hurt and kidnapped and it was because of him that his mother was forced to had over daylight rings to two of the most dangerous vampires in Santa Carla. He wants to go after them for everything they’ve done but he’s ordered to let it go. What was the point in trading the life he had for the one he has now when he still can’t do what he should be doing — and that’s putting a stop to all of who would threaten the people he cares most about ?
Judas turned to Kyrie and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle yet hesitant. He could see the worry in her eyes, the fear that lingered beneath the surface, and it pained him to know that he was the cause of it all. But in that moment, as they stood there, Judas made a silent vow to himself. He would do whatever it takes to keep Kyrie safe, even if it meant going against his own families wishes. ❝ Kyrie, I need you to understand something, ❞ He began, his voice low and tinged with a mix of regret and determination. ❝ I can't promise you a normal life. Being with me means you'll always be a target, always looking over your shoulder. But I can promise you that I’ll do everything within my power to make sure no one ever hurts you again. I should have told you about me sooner, but I didn't want to drive you away knowing I was a monster. ❞ Maybe the smartest thing for her to do was to turn around and run as far away from him as possible.
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Kyrie#C: Judas Alexander Logan#Feat: Judas Alexander Logan & Kyrie Owens#[Ship Insp:] Loving You Forever Can't Be Wrong: Judas & Kyrie#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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【༶•⛧┈♛】 ―――― The Strange Man's smirk only widened at Ellen's defiant stance. He raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, but his eyes remained fixed on them, calculating and cold. ❝ Now, now, Ellen. Is that any way to treat a guest ? ❞ He chided, his voice dripping with false sweetness. ❝ I thought you Harvelles were known for your hospitality. ❞ The man tisked, shaking his head. ❝ And here I am, offering you both a second chance at life, because this ? ❞ He gestured around them. ❝ Is just somewhere in between. Don't you want to know what that entails ? ❞
He took another step forward, seemingly unfazed by the shotgun aimed at his chest. Jo felt her mother's grip on her wrist tighten, her own heart pounding in her ears. Still partially shielded by her mother, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity. ❝ Mom, ❞ Jo whispered, her voice barely audible, ❝ Maybe we should hear him out. ❞ She felt Ellen's grip tighten further, a silent warning. The Strange Man's eyes gleamed with triumph. ❝ Smart girl, ❞ He purred. ❝ You see, Ellen, your daughter understands the value of information. Especially when it concerns your very existence. ❞
The man's smirk grew wider. ❝ It's quite simple, really. You're in a limbo of sorts. Not quite alive, not quite dead. But I can change that. I can give you back your lives, your future. All you have to do is agree to perform a task for me. ❞ The task would be simple enough for the two of them. ❝ When you make it back to earth there is door I need you to open. I can give you the spell and the location. Things are very different now a days. Nothing like it was when you left it. What comes from that door when you open it is none of your concern and nothing that will bother the two of you. And before you ask, No, it's not a door to the devil or his minions. It’s a small task to ask for such a great reward. ❞
He told no lie but what he would not tell them is this doorway was the bridge to allow Michael to cross back over on to earth. ❝ You have about a minute to decide before you both stay here, alone until there is simply nothing, not even the two of you and there will be no afterlife. ❞
Ellen's nostrils flared the moment the footsteps were heard. When Jo moved, Ellen took it a step further, and yanked her behind her, but kept a tight grip on her wrist. She was not letting her go. If The Roadhouse was unsettling now, it was even more so with the presence of this odd man who spoke of this all too sweet sounding of a proposition.
"Nothing comes without a price," Ellen growled. Demons and spirits never gave anything freely without wanting something in return. If it wasn't something they took right away, it was something they'd claim down the road, and it always came at a deadly cost. What happened in the past couldn't be changed. Ellen and Jo lived their lives as long as they were granted. While Ellen would've obviously wanted Jo to live a much longer life--much longer than she was given--it wouldn't be this way.
Wordlessly, Ellen pulled Jo with her, as they sprinted behind the bar counter. To her surprise and relief, one of her shotguns was there. Ellen snatched it, swiftly made sure it was loaded, racked it, aimed it at the Strange Man.
"We ain't interested," Ellen stated with cold eyes fixed on the stranger.
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Ellen#C: Jo Harvelle#Feat: Jo Harvelle & Ellen Harvelle#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB [What Comes Before]
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❝ you make it easy for me to be myself. ❞ Zoey to Logan, from this meme
【❖】 ―――― Logan was unsure how to process that statement. He couldn’t think of a single thing he had done differently. Maybe Colin’s advice was actually turning out to be helpful after all. More than anything he wished he could say the same thing in return. With Zoey he felt anything but himself. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing either. But as he gazed into Zoey's warm, hazel eyes, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. It was like being wrapped in a cozy blanket on a cold winter night. Her presence made him forget about the chaos of the outside world and instead focus on the simple joy of just being together. And in that moment, Logan realized that maybe being himself wasn't about staying the same, but about growing and evolving with someone who truly understood him. As he reached out to hold Zoey's hand, a smile spread across his face, and he knew that he was right where he was meant to be.
That might literally be the first time anyone has seen him smile. It was something he was unaccustomed to. Logan felt a sense of comfort he had never experienced before. Her touch was like a lifeline, grounding him in the present moment. He couldn't help but steal glances at Zoey, taking in every detail of her face — the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the freckles that dusted her cheeks like scattered constellations, the way her hair caught the sunlight and shimmered like silk. He had always been guarded, keeping his true self hidden from the world, but with Zoey, it was different. She saw through his walls and accepted him for who he was, flaws and all. Logan couldn't help but marvel at how someone as vibrant and full of life as Zoey had found her way into his quiet existence. It was as if she had brought color to his black-and-white world, illuminating corners of his heart he never knew existed. ❝ I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else. Being yourself is what makes you so special. ❞
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Zoey#C: Logan Blake#Feat: Logan Blake & Zoey#[Ship Insp:] I Swear To Love You All My Life: Logan & Zoey#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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“ Chanel, c’mere ! You gotta see this ! It’s the cutest and coolest looking thing ever ! We’re taking him home ! He even has his own clothes !! ” (Luke & Chanel to Rocket) 🤣
【❖】 ―――― Chanel hurried over to where Luke was standing and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the Raccoon. The little creature was indeed adorable, with his striking black mask and fluffy striped tail. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him wearing a tiny leather jacket and goggles perched on his head.
❝ He's amazing ! ❞ Chanel exclaimed, reaching out to stroke the Raccoon's soft fur. Rocket grumbled, his annoyance evident as he jumped back and away from the two creatures who seemed to believe he was a pet. ❝ I ain’t no damn pet, Pal. ❞ Rocket eyed the pair warily, not entirely convinced that they meant no harm. As much as he appreciated the attention, he had a reputation to uphold as the toughest raccoon in the galaxy, and being seen as a pet was not part of that image. He snorted and crossed his tiny arms over his chest, trying to look menacing despite his diminutive size.
Chanel couldn’t believe her ears when he began speaking. Though she puckered her lips in a frown, sensing his discomfort. ❝ We didn't mean to offend you. But if you don't want to come with us, we understand. ❞ She said softly, resting her arms on her knees. Rocket regarded Chanel with a skeptical look, but her genuine concern began to soften his defenses. After a moment of silence, he huffed and muttered, ❝ Fine, but don't think this means we're friends or anything. I just need help getting back to my friends. You got that, Pal ? No pet, and I’m not cute ! ❞ He pointed at to the boy. The only reason he was giving into the pair was because he was hungry.
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Luke#C: Rocket Raccoon#C: Chanel Dixon#Feat: Chanel Dixon & Rocket Raccoon & Luke#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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❛ you are my salvation. ❜ Eric to Shelly, from this meme
【❖】 ―――― Shelly's eyes sparkled with tears as she reached out to touch Eric's face, her fingers trembling. ❝ And you are my redemption, ❞ She whispered, her voice filled with love and gratitude. The two of them stood in the dilapidated room, surrounded by remnants of a past life that was now nothing but a distant memory. But in each other's arms, they found solace and hope for a future they never thought possible. Together, they would rebuild their shattered world and create something beautiful out of the ashes of their pain. As they gazed into each other's eyes, a sense of calm washed over them, a tranquility that seemed to defy the turmoil of their surroundings. Shelly felt a fierce determination building within her, a resolve strengthened by the love she shared with Eric. They were two souls intertwined, bound by an unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of adversity.
In the distance, the sound of approaching sirens pierced the night, a reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows. Hand in hand, Eric and Shelly made their way out of the abandoned building, the sirens growing louder with each passing moment. They emerged into the cool night air, their breath misting in front of them as they looked out at the city sprawled before them. The streets were empty, the only signs of life the distant wail of police cars and the flickering lights of the neon signs that lined the road. As they turned a corner, they came face to face with a group of shadowy figures lurking in the alley. The air crackled with tension as the strangers eyed Eric and Shelly with malice, their intentions clear even in the way they held themselves. From the darkness emerged a massive black dog, its fur bristling as it bared its teeth in a menacing display of power. The strangers hesitated, uncertain of this unexpected turn of events. The dog padded forward, positioning itself between Eric, Shelly, and the hostile group. Its gaze locked onto the leader, a cold intelligence gleaming in its eyes. Shelly watched in awe as the dog swiftly dispatched their would-be assailants, driving them back into the shadows from whence they came. And then, as abruptly as it had appeared the shadowy dog disappeared into the darkness of the night. Shelly stood there, stunned by the sudden turn of events, unsure of what she had just witnessed. The darkness dissipated, leaving behind only a faint whisper in the night air. Shelly turned to Eric, her eyes wide with wonder and fear. ❝ What was that ? ❞ She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Eric Draven#C: Shelly Webster#Feat: Shelly Webster & Eric Draven#[Ship Insp:] My Spirit's Sleeping Somewhere Cold Until You Find It There And Lead It Back Home: Shelly & Eric#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜ Valeria to Drake, from this meme
【❖】 ―――― It’s nice to hear Valeria say that even though he doesn’t believe it himself. They were bonded in a way that most couldn’t ever imagine, so of course she would feel that way about him. Drake however knew the darkness and poison that lingered just beneath his skin. It was a constant battle to keep that darkness at bay. But Valeria had a way of seeing through the facade he put up, seeing the glimmer of light within him that was conceal from him. As they walked through the forest, their hands brushing against each other occasionally, Drake found himself opening up to her in a way he never had with anyone else.
❝ I wish I could see myself the way you do, ❞ Drake admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Her unwavering faith in him was both a comfort and a burden, for he feared disappointing her more than anything else. He had been cursed for a reason, and the creature he had become was anything but beautiful. But Valeria's presence was like a balm to his soul, soothing the deep-seated wounds he carried with him. ❝ You might just be the only person on this planet that feels that way. ❞ He certainly had more enemies than he did allies. Despite it all she had away of making him feel like he was more than just the sins of his past. ❝ But if we want to talk about beauty no one can touch the beauty you possess inside and out. ❞
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Valeria#C: Drake Alexander#Feat: Drake Alexander & Valeria#[Ship Insp:] My End And My Beginning: Drake & Valeria#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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@bloodxxandxxspirit asked:
"Chanel, I know I had you come over to check out my latest Pinterest board, but I gotta tell you something. After hanging out with Striker earlier, I think... I might be seriously, like... in love with him. Not just a crush like I always have, but like really, really in love with him." (from Molly)
When Chanel got the text from Molly to come over and check out her newest Pinterest board she knew what this was about ─ at least she was half right. Being friends with Molly left Chanel with the responsibility of being just that, a good friend that would give advice and try to stir her friend away from any bad choices she might be making.
" Didn't you say that about Mason and Dean? " Chanel's glanced over to her friend not wanting her to set herself up for another heartbreak. It took the group a long time to get Molly to fully recover from how nasty Dean had been that night with his choice of wording. Molly had this fixation on older attractive men that wasn't secret to most. It wasn't exactly a bad thing but it wasn't exactly a good thing either ─ not when it came to Molly getting so attached that eventually, she ended up hurt.
" I mean what happened earlier to have you suddenly dead set in love? " Personally she and Luke had been together for some time now and while she knew in her heart of hearts that she loved him she doesn't think she's ever spoken that word out loud when talking to him or about him.
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“ICONS ONLY" for Striker, when Molly asks for an autograph and picture with him
Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to || Accepting
#bloodxxandxxspirit#Asks: Careful What You Ask For#Feat: Striker Sullivan & Molly#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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“ICONS ONLY" for Lucifer, when Marie viciously slaughters a human hunter who attempts to murder him
Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to || Accepting
#bloodxxandxxspirit#Asks: Careful What You Ask For#Feat: Archangel Lucifer & Marie Mendoza#✷I'm So Addicted To All The Things You Do✷[Lucifer & Marie]✷#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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【❖】 ―――― Their bodies still entwined, Sonya couldn't help but smile at Paul's words, her eyes filled with gratitude. She knew that things might not be easy for them, but she also knew that they had each other. And as long as they had each other, they would face whatever came their way together. For a moment, she closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his touch.
She knew staying here all night would have it’s consequences, but it was something she was willing to endure if it meant being here in Paul’s arms. ❝ I'm okay, ❞ She whispered reassuringly, running her fingers through his hair. ❝ I trust you, Paul. You know that, right ? ❞ He might literally be the only person she trusted. She couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment they shared.
Their bodies were still entwined, and she could feel the warmth of his skin against hers. The scent of their lovemaking still hung between them, a reminder of the intensity of their passion. She hated those moments when she would blank out on him, it was only because so much was going through her mind. It was almost a constant that she was thinking of away to free herself from Hades and yet still be able to protect not only herself but her vampire lover. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do to keep him safe, to keep him all to herself.
But one thing she could always count on was Paul’s ability to bring her back to the here and now with the way his hands traced every curve of her body. The way his mouth lingered on the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath warm against her cooling skin.
She was safe here with Paul, and the world outside felt almost irrelevant. They were their own bubble, their own world. And in this world, they had each other and that was all that mattered. She shuddered at his words, her heart swelling with so much trust. ❝ Maybe not today and not even tomorrow, but you’re right. It’s all going to work out in the end. ❞ Her body was so relaxed now, all the tension seemed to have melted away.
"Mmm," he hummed as he playfully licked her tongue when it came to touch his mouth. The saltiness of her sweat remained, and he couldn't resist tracing invisible patters along her upper arm, as their bodies gradually settled down. He welcomed her sensual touches, while his eyes remained firmly locked with hers. She asked him to lie, and that was exactly what he'd do for her.
"'Course you're not going anywhere. We're gonna crash right here, babe. We sleep all day, and party all night! That's our motto, y'know."
What Paul wouldn't give to have her as one of them - a member of the group. He wanted to tell David and the others all about her, and what she had to offer, but he couldn't risk getting her into trouble. After everything they've done together so far to keep her hidden from Hades, one mistake to cost them everything. And knowing she was a vampire hunter of all things, well, they'd cross that bridge whenever they'd get there. For now, he just wanted to relax with her in her warmth.
Hands roamed along her body, again, taking in her sensual curves. They remained joined, as his lips traced kisses along her neck and shoulder. Occasionally he'd rock his hips against hers, while his fingers caressed her breasts or teased her nipples. Paul just could never get enough of her. He was one hundred percent addicted to her.
"Man, I'm so high on you," he mumbled, half joking, half serious. He bent down and sensually sucked on her bottom lip, until he kissed her once more, but slowly. "Baby, it's gonna be alright, you hear me? S'gonna be okay."
#paranormaljunction#Nsfw-ish: Shot Down In A Blaze Of Glory#paranormaljunction: Paul#C: Sonya Alexander#Feat: Sonya Alexander & Paul#[Ship Insp:] Thinking We Should Cross The Line: Sonya & Paul#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB [Early Years]
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【༶•⛧┈♛】 ―――― Shane gently wrapped his arms around Nicole, relishing the warmth of her embrace. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, a comforting rhythm that seemed to ease some of the lingering pain in his body. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, knowing all too well how fleeting these precious instances could be.
❝ I'm glad Lucy's doing better, ❞ He murmured softly, his fingers tracing small circles on Nicole's back. ❝ Cas is okay. I owe him a debt of gratitude for taking care of all of you the way he did. ❞
At the mention of Michael's continued absence, Shane felt a pang of guilt. He should be out there searching, doing something, anything to help. But he knew, deep down, that he needed to regain his strength first. Still, the worry in Nicole's voice made him want to comfort her somehow. ❝ We'll find him, ❞ Shane promised, his voice low but determined. ❝ As soon as I'm back on my feet, I'll help search. I won't stop until I find him. I haven't broken a promise to you yet and I'm not going to start now. ❞ He also knew something had to be done about David and the others. They were simply out of control. What they had done to him, one of their own ─ it was unforgiveable. But Michael would come first and foremost.
He felt Nicole tighten her hold on him at the mention of Sam, and his heart ached for her loss. Shane knew all too well the pain of losing loved ones, the hollow ache that never quite went away. He stroked her back gently, offering what comfort he could. It had been so long since he felt this close to her. He hoped he wasn’t stepping out of line because he couldn’t help but lean back just enough to capture her lips with his own.
Knowing that the feeling was mutual made Nicole smile. She should've known, but hearing it verbally made it all the more better. Shuffling closer, she slid her arms around him and carefully embraced him, not knowing if he was in any more pain than he'd been through. She missed him so much then words could say.
"Aunt Lucy's okay," Nicole said as she rested her head upon Shane's chest. She welcomed this closeness, wanting to remember it for as long as she could before they had to part. She hoped it wouldn't be for a long time. "Cas has been so good to her. He's made sure she's being taken cared of."
At the mention of her cousin, she frowned, and her arms loosened just a bit. "He's still missing. That's the part that's worried us all. Poor Lucy's not really going to be okay until we know where he's at. He's really never been the same since Cousin Sam's…"
She couldn't say the word "death." It was still too much for her. It reminded her of her when her parents died. Death was the infinite of it all, because it was sudden. Her folks weren't even that old when they passed. Then Sam--he was much younger. Shoot, he wasn't even that much older than her brother, Chris, when Edgar killed him. It was a topic she had to hear through a second-hand source, because it was too painful for Aunty Lucy to talk about, which she completely understood.
Once more, she hugged Shane and closed her eyes. "This might be just a short time between us, but I just want to enjoy it while we can. I'm here for you, too. Always."
#paranormaljunction#paranormaljunction: Nicole#C: Shane Powers#Feat: Shane Powers & Nicole Emerson#[Ship Insp:] You Take The Breath Right Out Of Me: Shane & Nicole#V. Where The Dead Never Sleep : TLB
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