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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 23:03:52 GMT
Fawn shook her head. "No need to be sorry. It was my own fau-" She was cut off by being pulled into a hug. At first, she tensed, surprised and slightly angry at the act. Then, something clicked, and she relaxed, returning to hug awkwardly. "Why so buddy-buddy, Sam?" She attempted to joke, trying to get rid of the awkwardness. She realized it only made matters worse and she pulled back, not wanting things to be awkward between the two. She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. She suddenly had a fascination with the ground. Who knew that of you looked hard enough, you could see dust? "Sam, you don't need to be sorry. Sure, it's one of the worst things to happen to me, but I know for a fact there have been worse things happen to you." Was she referring to Dean going to hell? Yes, unintentionally.
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 23:31:17 GMT
Sam Winchester It was a risky move, so early, but it would pay off. He didn't feel awkward about it, even at Fawnpelt's hesitance. Honestly? He didn't want it to ever end. Sam would smile at her joke, blushing slightly. When she pulled back and out of the hug he complied, releasing the blonde from the gesture. For the first time in a while, he actually felt happy. Truly happy. He smiled sheepishly when he mentioned 'worse things' "This is about you, Fawnpelt, not me." Sam replied, gazing at the female.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 23:43:19 GMT
'This is about you Fawnpelt...' Fawn had stopped listening after her name. She tensed, eyes widening only to dilate again. Stoney had said the same thing, after she killed him. She looked clearly on the defensive, side, her gentle gaze turning to a glare. "No, it's not. It's about them, not me. I, can handle myself. If you ever see me worried, don't bother. Ever see anybody else worrried, go talk to them. I don't need it, I've had it a thousand times." She wasn't angry. No, hurt. You could see in her eyes, almost feel the pain wafting off of her. Stoney's death hurt her more than anything because she had been the one to spill his blood on the glass, her mouth had been stained with the scarlet liquid. She shook her head, realizing she was snapping again. "Sorry, I just... snapped. Again." She apologized.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 0:00:54 GMT
Sam Winchester A flash of worry shot through him as she tensed, and snapped yet again. Did she really think she wasn't important? Of course she was important, why else had she landed here? Someone did it, and someone did it for a reason. It made him feel hurt a little, that Fawn thought that low of herself. His gaze went back to her face, and then her eyes. Those beautiful green eyes just so filled with hurt and pain. He wouldn't know exactly what caused all that pain, and the only conclusion he could come to was that something happened during her capture that hurt her more than anything. "It's ok." he said. In the end, it was all ok. Sam wanted to hug her and hold her close, let all their worries vanish, but held back, not sure she would appreciate another hug.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 0:20:16 GMT
In the very back of her mind, she felt the feeling grow. She hadn't meant to hurt him. She just wished she could show him why. Actually, she could. Through her telepathy. She blinked, looking at the beautiful olive his eyes held. She gulped. No. She wouldn't scare him that way. She would leave him alone for now. She studied the ground again. Huh. Odd. She had stopped thinking about the visions- nevermind then. She flinched at a vision. It was the one she hated most. Of an evil side of her, glaring down on Stoney. She squeezed her eyes shut. "You haven't... killed somebody? In cold blood I mean. Had a a chance to so spare them, when they did nothing wrong to you... and ended them?" She questioned. If he had, they could understand each other much better than she figured. If he hadn't. Well, it was gonna be hard.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 0:34:08 GMT
Sam Winchester Killed anybody? It was almost part of their job description, yet it wasn't people, it people that looked like monsters, so the cops thought they killed people. And there were all the people that demons had possessed that had been killed when an exorcism wasn't an option or an option that was good for that scenario, a lot of people had been killed just that one way. Sam shut his eyes, his mind flashing to all the bodies that had collected during their job. His eyes reopened, but he couldn't bring himself to meet Fawnpelt's gaze. "Lots of people, no matter how much I regret it, no matter how much I try to stop it, there's almost always an innocent person that dies when we're on our job." Sam confessed. He hadn't really ever spoke about it, Dean was by his side when it happened, so he already knew. John was long gone, and Bobby didn't appreciate them talking out their regrets much.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 0:41:37 GMT
Fawn's heart reached out to him. Wait. No. She couldn't do this. Everyone she loved always died. She sighed. "I've killed. Multiple times in a large battle. One, in one on one combat. None... were like the people you knew. Possessed, as Castiel called it. They were just like me." Most of the ones killed in large battles bled out afterwards. She never saw them die, but knew they did. She lifted a hand to reach out to Sam only to stop and pull back. She pretended she was looking at a nail. Yet she finally glanced up at him. She flinched at a sudden pain in her left shoulder, which she assumed was Castiel bumping into something.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 0:59:22 GMT
Sam Winchester Poor Fawnpelt, but at least she knew how many people she had killed. How many times had an innocent person died in the line of duty? How many people were killed because Dean and Sam messed up? Maybe it was better not knowing how many, rather than being able to list them off. Sam knew he should comfort Fawnpelt, but how was the question. Saying 'I'm sorry' wouldn't go far with the fem, as he had figured out earlier, and physical contact such as a hug or holding hands probably wasn't the best idea. His eye caught that she had reached out, and he was tempted to take her hand, but then she passed it off as looking at a nail. The flinch was something different, because Sam still wasn't aware of the bond and would assume the worst-a vengful spirit perhaps. His gaze darted to a canister of salt on a counter, and the Hunter said "What was that?" becoming more aware of their surroundings as he listened and looked for something else that might lead to what it was.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 1:05:10 GMT
It was has this moment Fawn knew... she'd *bleep* up. Her eyes widened and she dropped her hand. "Uh... That was... uuh." She was drawing a blank on what to say. She couldn't say 'fleas' because as far as she was concerned, humans didn't get fleas. She gulped, trying to make up excuses only to draw a blank. So, she did the next best option: she went mute. That, we a Guise thing (random surname). Go mute when in doubt. She chewed on the inside of her lip.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 1:45:44 GMT
Sam Winchester Did Fawnpelt not know, or did she know and wasn't telling and was trying to think of something else? His eyes flashed back to Fawnpelt, concerned. "It's not dangerous is it?" Sam asked. He hadn't been asking for Fawn to answer, it was more of a rhetorical question that couldn't be answered. So far no angry spirit had showed up and there was no ectoplasm, and if Fawn was possessed the demon would of said something by now, or come up with a lie instead of freezing. If it was dangerous or threatening, surely she would of said something?
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 1:53:11 GMT
Fawn finally took a deep breath and gazed at Sam. She shook her head. "Since when was a little jolt dangerous? Something clicked and I had to move, a shiver down my spine, that's all." Naw, she wouldnt tell Sam yet, since more than likely in a past timeline they would figure out if Cas got hurt, Fawn got hurt. She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. She sighd, twiddling her thumbs nervously. "You don't need to get worked up over me." She finally said. Why was he acting so... protective, yes that was the word. She had another vision and froze for a moment, holding her breath until it passed.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 2:03:31 GMT
Sam Winchester That was good, there wasn't a spirit or a demon around. Well there probably was, but not one that was trying to kill them for once. "When you're a hunter, or with a hunter, a 'little jolt' could be just about anything. Rather alive than dead. " Sam answered, relaxing. For now they were safe. Really rather alive than dead applied to most situations, not all, but he kept that part out to not freak Fawnpelt out. "Sorry." he said.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 2:15:21 GMT
Fawn blinked. "Right... No need to be sorry, Sam." She answered, green eyes studying him. He was fascinating, alot like Castiel when it came to keeping Fawn's intrest. Well... Fawn was always interested, since his thoughts were in a different language. But she figured she was solving them, figuring out how to understand his language. Fawn then began to wander if Sam's and her conversation would continue or of they would part ways. She really hoped part ways... she was developing as crush on him and she didn't like it one bit.
She didn't want him to die too.
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Post by Timur on Jul 11, 2016 2:26:48 GMT
/should we end it here for this thread?
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Post by Pebble on Jul 11, 2016 2:28:42 GMT
/yas, since Kendall is here we can develope them on the other thread.
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