“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠso you feel entitled to a sense of control, and make decisions that you think are your own. you are a stranger here, why have you come?

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ @cradletothecage

[֯ ⁎ 𓉸ྀི @doverots]

we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave, though they do seem to yearn for it.

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Mary turned only when he had pulled her into his orbit. She spared one glance back at the journal before walking deeper into the apartment. She read his journal a couple years ago. It was painful.

"What'd you write about tonight?" It was far more interesting than the nausea.

[ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 @warjournalentry]

“ been there. ” he stood, bones creaking and groaning as he stretched his spine. “ c'mon, let's get you all tucked in. ” his arm wrapped around her waist, hand settling on her hip.

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ@warjournalentry

[⅋ᅠᅠ𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝗒͟𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗋 𝑫𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹. @vaingloire]

it was a match arranged by angels in heaven but wrecked by demons from hades .

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Robe pulled closed as she leaned against the door frame. "Couldn't sleep." She shrugged. "It's hard to sleep (without you next to me) nowadays."

[ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 @warjournalentry]

he took a long breath, flipping closed his journal and tossing the biro on the table. “ what're you still doing up? ”

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Maybe he should come to bed? His hands don't hurt from writing?

[ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 @warjournalentry]

the past didn't find him in his dreams anymore. it found him in the quiet wakeful hours when the only monster left to fight was himself.

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ @warjournalentry

[‍ ‍ ♱ ‍ 𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍， ‍ 𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍。 @LAMENTAMORE]

if i lose everything in the fire， i’m sending all my love to you.

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Ugh. I remember high school. [Mostly remembered being groomed to hunt] I'm like 33, Iris... but yes.

[Subtle roll of eyes] I just wanted to see you. Have you started school yet?

[ᵗʰᵉ 𝕽𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦'𝐬 𝕯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♱ @fatebydesign]

secret is safe with me! [ most of her life was shrouded in secrets ]

yup, sophomore now! [ iris grinned, sam was the only one who enforced school on her really. ] bet sneaking around makes you feel young again, huh?

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

[Thumb teasing the edge of his beard]

You look handsome either way, John.

[ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 @warjournalentry]

over the whole clean-shaven thing, huh?

noted.

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

[Smitten] Twice as handsome. The beard happens to be my favorite.

[ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 @warjournalentry]

twice as handsome too, right?

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Shut up.
You're twice my age, now.

[ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 @warjournalentry]

right.

me either.

[ s n o r t ]

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Alright. I'm not that old.

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Mmm, you're making feel old. [She is old. Mary hugs Iris tight.] Don't tell your grandpa I'm here. [Or Sam.]

Look at you. [Smiliing] What grade are you in now? 10th?

[ᵗʰᵉ 𝕽𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦'𝐬 𝕯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♱ @fatebydesign]

missed you grams! [ iris flung herself forward, into the womans arms ]

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

I meant everything else. [Arms opening for a hug]

[ᵗʰᵉ 𝕽𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦'𝐬 𝕯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♱ @fatebydesign]

a little under 5'2, so not too much of a difference! heh.

[𝕾𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝕮𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱 @defyingprophecy]

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i know i was made to be
a 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍, i know i cannot
ask for 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇, but

𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆,

i am tired of being a 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄.
i do not want to be this
𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 anymore.

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[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

Way too big now.

[ᵗʰᵉ 𝕽𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦'𝐬 𝕯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♱ @fatebydesign]

what's up, gang?

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

can see that," she smiled. It was different now. He was different now. They both were— it felt like sharing a space with a stranger. Sometimes, she saw flecks of old John in his eyes.

"What did you tell them?" The kids.

[“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 @HauntedOre]

No, he didn't. She didn't argue that, though. Just settled into the wooden chair and arranged the glasses. If resurrection wasn't enough... this surely topped the cake of the worst scenarios.

Instead of pouring the juice, she folded her arms over the table. "Yeah, I (...)

[ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 @warjournalentry]

john didn't say anything about her search, simply stating 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒕 in a bid to make her feel better.

his attention went back to the skillet, cracking a couple of eggs into the hot iron, prepping two plates while they sizzled away. —

[ᵗʰᵉ 𝕽𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦'𝐬 𝕯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♱ @fatebydesign]

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𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝕯𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. . .

iris morningstar
an oc crafted for the spn verse
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dark themes present mdni

. . . 𝖂𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

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[‍ ‍† ‍𝔡𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩’𝓈 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. ‍ @doomechoes]

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