broken legs but i chase perfection;
hollowly
17 July 2014 @ 10:58 pm
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[ funny, how he never would have thought to see this place again.

a year out of hell, still with no memory of how he'd ended up topside again – and, to be perfectly honest, not really caring much either way about figuring it out – and here he is again, stars beneath his feet and eyes taking in surroundings that are becoming increasingly more familiar.

he hadn't realized he'd forgotten.

faces, names, memories are all coming flooding back to him, and while there should be at least a flicker of emotion across his expression, his own face remains eerily calm. as a blank slate, very nearly, as he begins walking toward the one place that had always felt like a second home to him. ( the library, of course. what else in this place could connect with him so easily, so perfectly? )

anyone that happens across him might be able to notice that there's something different – something off about him – even though he smiles as he had before. it won't be immediate, but a gradual sort of thing, and while he might be aware of it somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, he doesn't think about it.

even if it remains a small, niggling thing that occasionally brings about his notice, but it's only ever a flicker, and nothing more. ] What do you have for me this time? [ he asks no one in particular, merely the expanse of air in front of him as he approaches the library, remembering the ordeal with the withdrawal symptoms that had come out of thin air.

demon blood … still tricky stuff, no matter how you look at it, isn't it? ] Whatever it is … I'll be ready for it. [ or so he's convinced himself.

a year away from this place, and coming back around again, things already feel different.

will it be for better or worse? ]

( ooc; guess who's back, back again? have fun with the boy fresh from the beginning of season six~ )
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broken legs but i chase perfection;
hollowly
07 December 2012 @ 04:31 pm
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[sam has spent a good portion of his time on the plane wandering. he still has the pamphlet annabeth had given him the first time they met, though he's mainly left it in the back pocket of his jeans and resigned himself to figuring things out for .. himself. because that's how he operates, and being in a different place - a different plane of existence (ha) - isn't going to change that.

when he discovers the library, the literary nerd in him perks up - of course it does - and despite the headache he feels prickling at the backs of his eyes. it's nothing but a dull ache, now, but it has the potential to get worse .. and he wonders if he can find something he can take for it without going back home.

because going back home means facing things he wants to hold off as long as he possibly can.

so he bides his time by pacing through the library, taking down random books and leafing through them, sitting down every so often to read something more in-depth. this is a good place for him - and though it does nothing for the headache, it does wonders for everything else.]
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broken legs but i chase perfection;
hollowly
02 November 2012 @ 10:51 pm
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[he'd been thinking of home.

and what he means by that is that he'd been thinking of the house his mother had died in. there have been so many things on his mind as he and his brother go through the motions of preparing for what he's about to do – for them, he keeps telling himself – and he can't help that that is one of them. he can't help but to think of the mother he'd never known, when seeing her ghost had been the only real time he'd ever been able to lock in an image of her face.

funny, the things you think about when you think you're about to die.

when he'd found himself in the mansion, it had taken him a moment to realize the change in his surroundings. that dean wasn't rambling in the background about nothing at all while he cleaned his pistol, that bobby wasn't sitting quietly off in a corner watching them both like he so very often did – even castiel's presence is absent, and it has something very unsettling curling in the pit of his stomach.

sam swallows around the sudden dryness in his throat, it's too .. quiet. and though he doesn't feel like he's in any immediate danger, growing up with a hunter as a father has taught him to always be aware. always be on-guard. never let 'em get the upper hand, sammy, he'd always say.

there's something about thinking of how comforting it would be to have him here right now that has something else curling up in his stomach, something unpleasant and cold, and when he starts walking around the mansion, it's simply to take his mind off of the things that he can't change.

make the best of the situation, right? scope things out, figure out your options .. that's what he needs to do. and that's what he's going to do. he lifts his head, peering around the giant room he's in, breathing a soft sigh and marveling at how much such a small sound echoes all around him.]

Hello? Anybody .. anybody here?
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