forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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Lata sighed. This was not helping Sam's ego lessen in the slightest. She already knew all this and was annoyed at being talked down to.

Lucy wanted to snap at Lilith in her bad mood. They already knew all of that information. God, I should have just gone back to Ialea with Oliver, she thought, tapping her shoe on the floor.

Orion nods. "Thank you. However, I am no longer technically a Guardian. My…….my mark was removed." Voice growing softer as he says the last words.

(Lillith is actually a few billion years younger than Sam she just looks like a 12 year old lol) Cas groaned from the floor, rolling over to sit up. Lillith's eyes went wide at the sight of his wounds, which had healed partially now. "Cassiel! You're awake!" she said happily, hopping off the stool to run to him. He groaned.

"Okay, okay, hi, just lower your voice a little," he grumbled. Sam, however, seemed caught in a mix of shock and disgust. He looked at Orion.

"Your mark…Your mark was removed?" he asked quietly

Orion has curled in on himself, ears pinned back and tail wrapped around him. The lights in the room reflect of the copious amounts of scar tissue at the base of them. He gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod to Sam's question.

Sam stood up suddenly, absolutely fuming. "I'll melt the little fucker who did this to you," he spat angrily, a molten effect creeping into his skin

(im fun at parties.)

(just joking.)

(i dont get invited to parties.)

(that's depressing)
(except)
(I can relate so hard)