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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(Oof I’m bored so I’m just going to post to this to start something back up lol)

Lucy woke from her sleep, sitting up quickly. She must have drifted off again. She rubbed at the back of her neck, a stinging feeling coursing through the skin. Carefully so she wouldn’t wake anyone, she stood up and grabbed her satchel, making her way out of the room quietly and to a bathroom down the hall.

She shut the door and looked at herself, hands resting against the sink. Her dark circles weren’t as noticeable from the amount of sleep she had gotten, but her hair looked messy and there was a bit of dirt on her skin from the previous fight. She reached over and locked the door before peeling the old bandages from the back of her neck. She did her best to look at the gashes. They had started to close up, but they were beginning to bleed again.

She gave a slow exhale and turned the shower water on, just to wash off quickly. Once she was under the water, she hissed sharply when it hit the back of her neck. She quickly washed herself off before getting out. She dug through her bag and took out a change of clothes, throwing them on. Wet strands of hair stuck to the sides of her face as she took the spellbook, a vial of golden liquid, and a pocket knife from her bag as well. Turning to a certain black colored page, she softly read the incantation to herself while slicing open her palm and letting the blood drip into the liquid. After a moment, she washed her hand clean and brought the vial to her lips, tipping it back as she swallowed the terrible tasting substance. But the effects worked quick, she could feel the gashes on her neck sealing together.

Afterwards, she stepped out of the bathroom, feeling much better as she dried her hair off with a small towel.

(I'm bored too lol) The sound of a door opening woke Cas up, the creature sitting up and shifting out of the pile. He was sore, and there were still patches of blackened wood and skin on his body. He slithered over to the kitchen table, skin and wood crackling as he shifted to his human form. This time he was in a faded and ripped green tank top and black sweatpants, bare feet padding against the kitchen table as he slid into a chair. He pressed his cheek to the cold wooden table, the temperature helping to soothe what had translated as a nasty sunburn that covered a good portion of the right side of his face. The bandages across his eyes shifted a little, and a stray feather fluttered out of his hair and down to the ground. He glanced over at Sam, thinking as he moved as much as the burns he was covered in onto the table as he could. Maybe Sam should go back to Molhaven. It was his duty to protect his city, was what he told himself. But deep down, he knew he just wanted Sam to leave. He didn't want to leave the others, there was healing to be done. But Sam had hurt him. And if he was being honest, now that he had his soul back he was just a little scared of the guardian

Lucy heard a bit of movement in the living room, and she walked back in, glancing at the others. But someone was gone. Cas? She set her satchel down next to the couch and stepped into the kitchen once she noticed him at the table.

“Cas?” She asked softly, walking over to the table and sitting down. He seemed to be beaten up pretty bad. She wondered why he wasn’t healing himself. Maybe he couldn’t?

Cas made a noise of acknowledgement, not bothering to pretend to look up. He didn't even use eyes to see, so he didn't see a point in moving. He moved so that he could get more of his upper torso on the table, the cold helping soothe his myriad of burns. "Can I have coffee?" he asked tiredly. "I don't think I can move right now."