Samuel on - Samuel

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Characters: Sam Winchester, Samuel Winchester
Verses: Supernatural
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Length: Multi Para, Novella, One Liner, Para, Semi
Genre: Gore, Human, Humor, Real Life, Spar/Fighting, Supernatural,
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Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!


Time doesn't always heal, even though new skin grows over the wound. Some memories are a bruise buried deep under that skin. On the surface, I here is nothing to see, but if somebody touches it, however lightly, the pain comes back.

𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮

I’ll hold the hand of the clock we used to play with, turn it back until we have time left, And tell you all the things I didn’t get to tell.

Everything that he loved faded, as though poisoned by his affection; everything he touched died.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

But I don’t bother to correct them. Because, frankly, I'd rather see someone happy because what they think about me is right than see someone upset because they know the horrifying truth about myself.

His greatest comfort was in hugging his torment ; and in feeling it.

❝We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we knew where it has lived all along, that it is inside ourselves.❞

"I just need not to fear anymore. I just need a nap and for once without nightmares. I need the old me back. The egoistic, workaholic, self-centered, heartless bastard. The cold one who never cared who would stay or who would leave."

NAME: Samuel John Winchester
NICKNAMES: Sam, Sammy, Moose
ALIASES: Boy With The Demon Blood
DATE OF BIRTH: May 2, 1983
AGE: varies due to different threads
HEIGHT: 6ft 4 (193 cm)br> WEIGHT: 99 kg (220 lbs)
BLOOD: O negative

Mighty Hunter
Samuel "Sam" William[1] Winchester (b. May 2, 1983) is a hunter as well as a Man of Letters, along with his older brother Dean. He is one of the main protagonists of Supernatural. Both Sam and Dean are related to the Winchester and Campbell families - a Letters family and a Hunting family respectively. The pair also shares a bloodline with Cain and Abel. Because of this, Sam was predestined to be the true vessel of the fallen archangel Lucifer (whilst Dean was Michael's). Sam is friends with angel Castiel, Prophet Kevin Tran, the demon Meg and former lover-turned-enemy of demon Ruby. He is also the occasional reluctant ally of demon Crowley and for a time was forced to be an unknowing and unwilling vessel for the angel Gadreel (before expelling him).

A We know each other, crack and flaw- Like two irregular stones that fit together

Early Life

After the demon Azazel killed their mother, Mary, both Sam and Dean were raised in the hunting life by their father John. Sam left the hunting life to pursue a career in law, and most likely would have married his college sweetheart Jessica Moore.
At the series' start, Sam was reluctant to start hunting again. When Jessica was killed, he was pushed back into the hunting life. However, he has been repeatedly known to try and back out of hunting in the hope of finally having a normal life as he wanted.

Over time, Sam has resigned himself to the hunting lifestyle and has repeatedly sacrificed himself for the greater good, highlighting his selfless nature.


Sam is usually kind, empathetic, intelligent and independent. In the 200th episode, he is described as 'sweet, brave, selfless Sam'. He is often the exasperated voice of reason in his relationship with Dean, who in turn sees him as a geek or prude, and teasingly calls him "bitch," to which Sam usually responds with "jerk". Dean has respect for Sam as a hunter and trusts Sam to "have his six". Sam is repeatedly telling Dean that killing humans is wrong and he does not enjoy the job as much as Dean. However, in later seasons he has not hesitated to kill humans when necessary and even led an assault to wipe out the British Men of Letters American operation despite them all being human due to the threat they posed. He was even poised to shoot the unarmed Doctor Hess due to the threat she represented before she was killed by Jody Mills instead. He does not seem to drink alcohol as much as Dean does and has a much healthier diet than his brother (Dean scoffs at Sam's diet and calls it "rabbit food"). According to Dean, Sam's blood type is O negative as said in the episode Red Meat. Sam also has a phobia of clowns, due to his brother often leaving him at Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie when they were children. This is not helped by the fact that every time they have encountered a clown in the show, it has tried to kill them. Sam can become a very different person when Dean is dead, as evidenced by his change in Mystery Spot and what is shown in I Know What You Did Last Summer, becoming almost psychotically angry. Sam has phenomenal mental power. This is most evident in Swan Song, where he is able to mentally overpower possession by Satan himself to stop the apocalypse. Other incidences include My Bloody Valentine, in which Sam is able to resist Famine's temptation and not drink more demon blood, exorcising the demons and incapacitating Famine instead. Because of his intelligence, Sam is usually assigned the role of researching information for hunts; he is the "brain", whilst Dean is the "muscle". He normally remembers details that Dean overlooks and is prone to make connections quicker than his brother. He also knows a great deal of information that causes Dean to label him a "walking encyclopedia of weirdness". In college, Sam scored a 174 out of 180 on his LSAT, which Jessica Moore noted was "scary good" in the series pilot. In spite of their bickering, Sam has looked up to Dean since they were children and knows him better than anyone else. He tries to get Dean to open up about his emotions and problems, and encourages him to take care of himself; on several occasions, he has even been frustrated by his brother's fixation on placing Sam's well-being above his own. However, Sam shows similar protective tendencies towards Dean, particularly after Dean makes his deal and returns from Hell as a shadow of who he used to be, to the point that Sam's memories of Dean allowed him to regain control of his body while possessed by Lucifer. Sam tends to be driven by feelings of anger and vengeance. As a teenager and even as a young man, he argued with his father constantly whenever they were together. Sam wanted to live a normal, "apple pie" life instead of continuing to hunt, which led to most of his arguments with John and his estrangement from his family at the beginning of the series. However, Dean once stated that despite his own best efforts to be like John; liking the same music, clothes and cars; being the good son, the soldier and the Hunter; Sam always has been and always will be more like John than Dean is. Sam and John clash and argue so much because they are so similar. Sam does not take this as a compliment, and it is clear that while Dean truly idolized his father, both boys are not always overly fond of their father due to his secrets, mysterious actions, and his strict treatment and upbringing of his sons. After Jessica's death, Sam became fixated on vengeance but still held out hope for eventually returning to Stanford. Early in Season 1, Sam was more focused on finding Jessica's killer than he was on following John's instructions on which hunts to take, something that often put him at odds with Dean. He was obsessed with revenge, and was even willing to sacrifice his life to kill Azazel, although he ultimately proved that he valued Dean's life over the demon's death in Devil's Trap. After John's death in In My Time of Dying, Sam focused all of his attention on hunting instead of returning to a normal life. He felt guilt for angrily confronting his father in his final moments and for not realizing that he had been planning on sacrificing himself. Sam put all of his energy into doing what he thought John would want him to and kept trying to get Dean to deal with their father's death in a healthy way. After the reveal of John's ultimatum to Dean and the discovery of the other "special children", Sam became terrified that he would somehow turn evil. He made Dean promise to kill him if anything were to happen. Everything came to a head in All Hell Breaks Loose - Part 1, when Azazel placed all of the special children in a death match. Sam was killed (metaphorically and literally stabbed in the back) because he refused to murder another human being, but when Dean brought him back to life by selling his soul, Sam killed his murderer without hesitation. Azazel implied to Dean that since he was resurrected by a demon deal, he may not truly be "100 percent pure Sam", which Dean would also come to question himself when Sam killed Casey when Dean told him to stop, as he wanted her alive. After finding out Dean had made the demon deal, Sam declared that he would save his brother no matter what. In Season 3, Sam spent most of his time trying to save Dean from his deal. He became frantically obsessed with doing everything he could to stop Dean from going to Hell - even going so far as to try to convince Dean to turn them both into monsters and harvest organs for their survival in Time Is On My Side. Sam kept struggling to come up with some way to save his brother to the very end, but ultimately wasn't able to. To his horror, he was forced to watch helplessly as hellhounds tore Dean apart and was distraught at holding his dead brother's body. Following Dean's death and condemnation to Hell, Sam became so fixated on avenging his brother and killing Lilith that he almost turned himself into a monster. Due to his grief at Dean's death, the demon Ruby was able to manipulate Sam into a sexual relationship and convinced him to start drinking demon blood, claiming it was the only way he would be able to avenge his brother. Sam drank so much that he became an addict; showing the same symptoms and going through an immensely torturous detox (at the start of season 5, Sam's addiction is gone, but momentarily returned in My Bloody Valentine, exacerbated by Famine, and later has to drink a great deal in order to house Lucifer in his body). Even after Dean returned, Sam was unwilling to let the desire for vengeance go and he continued the affair in secret. Sam was repeatedly warned by Dean and Castiel that he was making mistakes, but he disregarded their advice, believing that he was the only one who could stop Lilith from releasing Lucifer. As he previously hunted alone for months, Sam became more understanding to his father's training him in hunting. This was best seen when the Winchesters met their half-brother Adam Milligan whose mother went missing because of a monster and he tried to teach the latter how to hunt, despite Dean's protest. After Zachariah manipulated a fake voicemail message from Dean, saying that he didn't love Sam anymore and was planning on killing him, Sam decided to take Lilith down on his own in a possible suicide mission. Sam was able to defeat Lilith with his powers, but didn't realize that Ruby had lied to him and that Lilith was actually the final seal to unlock Lucifer's Cage. And as a result of his arrogance, Sam ended up being the one to release Lucifer from Hell and begin the apocalypse. Sam felt extremely guilty over his role in freeing Lucifer throughout the majority of Season 5, and spent a large portion of his time trying to make amends. He also took responsibility in his part of starting the apocalypse. In Sam, Interrupted, Sam confessed that he always felt angry and he didn't know why; as well as the fact that he tended to blame other people for his anger, instead of accepting it as a personal flaw. In Swap Meat, when he temporarily switched bodies with a teenaged boy and was forced to lead said teenager's life, he told Dean that the boy's ordinary life "sucked", and seemed to decide to forgo normal life in favor of being a hunter. In Swan Song, Sam's desire to set things right finally culminated in him sacrificing himself to save the rest of the world, throwing himself into the Cage with Lucifer and Michael in order to protect his brother. It was thought that Sam would be trapped in the Cage forever, but the final show of season 5 reveals that Sam is not in the Cage at all, but on Earth, alive. At the start of season 6 (one year later), Sam reveals himself to Dean, and they begin hunting again. However, Sam's behavior markedly deviated from what was typical for him; he leaves Dean to to live with the Braedens while he hunts with Samuel Campbell for a year, letting Dean think he's still in Hell, spends the night with a prostitute, and most peculiarly, lets Dean get turned into a vampire in order to find a nest. Even his overall demeanor is different, being much calmer and more collected than before, even when greeting Dean after being separated for a year, he did so as if he just saw his brother the previous day. This leads Dean to momentarily believe Sam was still possessed by Lucifer. However, it is later revealed that, whilst his body and mind are not in the Cage, his soul is. During the time that Sam was soulless in Season 6, he lacked empathy and behaved like a sociopath. Without any emotions or sense of morality, he was often willing to overlook the deaths of civilians as collateral damage, such as urging Dean to snipe the skinwalker pack leader despite there being innocent people in the way, and killing all the arachne victims with the rationale that it would take too long to get them to hospital, which was an extreme departure from Sam's normal desire to help people and protect the innocent. He was also much ruder and snarkier than before, verbally attacking Castiel for ignoring his prayers, taunting Buddy with dog jokes and disdainfully mocking Marion for believing in fairies. He was shown to be reckless and impulsive, and in turn being more seductive than before, sleeping with a lot more women than he typically would (even going as far as leaving his search for Dean in Clap Your Hands If You Believe to sleep with Sparrow Jennings), as well as more aggressive, killing a demon aiding them solely on suspicion of his possible betrayal and beating Sheriff Atkins upon being caught out for impersonating FBI. Sam also felt nothing for any of his loved ones, telling Dean point blank that he didn't care about him, as rude in talking to Castiel, and he even tried to murder Bobby in an attempt to prevent his soul from being returned to his body. After his soul was reunited with him, Sam again felt great remorse for his actions and spent the rest of the season struggling to make up for what his soulless self had done.

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Jan 17th 2020 19:19

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Her dreams were rarely pleasant. Normally they felt so real, but were clearly nightmares. At least those she could remember. Remember without the screaming agony splitting her brain in half. All that pain for nothing, because she never could see the whole image. Eventually she just stopped trying. Last night’s dreams were not horrifying at all though. For once it was filled with the happy things. The few and far between that she actually remembered.  Most were recent memories.

The girl’s night out with those she actually called friends. Evanthe, Amary, Nyssa and Sarynn were all there. The only four people that she still spoke to that knew what she was. Of course, they weren’t exactly normal either. Evanthe was the daughter of Dracula and an angel. Not a happy union and Eva despised her father. Amary was a hedge witch. Still human but not what most considered normal by any means. Nyssa was an alien and then there was Sarynn. She was human also, but she was also a parapsychologist. They were their own breed.

The image was perfectly clear for once. Evanthe with her wheat colored hair in loose waves around her shoulders like a pin up model, her bright violet eyes shining as she laughed at something said. Amary, one of the two gingers in the group, nearly choked on her glass of wine from the laughing. Nyssa, with her equally red hair and probably as many tattoos as Avy sat there with a smug grin. The teller of the joke. Then there was Sarynn, a sharp contrast visually with her jet-black hair and brown eyes. Also, the only one who’s skin wasn’t as pale as snow, or close to it. That was due to her father, who was Greek.

This night was a needed one for all of them. Each carrying their own burdens. A father who stalked and created turmoil, an abusive ex, a monster that fed on children in their dreams, a childhood kidnapping and watching a little sister die. Then of course there was Avygail. With her memory issues and blackouts as well as her less than stellar experiences with men. They were a motley crew indeed, but they fit together like perfectly cut puzzle.

But then the dream shifted a bit. Mixing fact with fiction. Only this time it wasn’t a bad thing. She saw Sam. Their meeting in the park. The instant connection she felt to him was felt even now as she rested. Visions of them running home in the rain. Avy barely able to contain her laughter as the did. It had been a long time since she had felt so carefree. The only fiction was that he hadn’t fallen asleep. They spent the night talking, drinking, watching ridiculous horror movies and laughing about them. And when they finally did sleep it was because Avygail had fallen asleep on him.

Avygail’s eyes opened when she heard shuffling around. Disappointment filled her as she realized that last bit had not happened.  The only thing she’d cuddled was the blanket wrapped around her. Even more disappointed as she heard the front door click shut. He left. Without a word. It should have been expected. Clearly, he was a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders and probably a million things he had to do. He could have at least said goodbye though.

With a deep sigh she gripped the blanket tighter. Closing her eyes again. Not even moving from her position or spot. Maybe she could go back to sleep and pick up more wonderful dreams. Something to block out the ever-present pain of reality.  Just as she was drifting off once more another click of the door made her eyes snap open again. Had Sam forgotten to lock it? She remained perfectly still. Expecting there to be some kind of burglar coming in. Vampires couldn’t enter. So that wasn’t a worry, but her enemies could always send humans or some other thing she wasn’t guarded against.

Avygail contemplated getting up and going for her swords, but there wouldn’t be enough time from where she was. So she remained as still as possible, closing her eyes to pretend she was asleep. She didn’t need sight to know where they were. She could feel the energy. And that’s when she relaxed. It was a familiar energy. One that was very calming.

Opening her eyes her feeling was confirmed. Sam had returned. She stretched on the sofa; grateful it was a comfortable one. Yawning groggily as she sat up. Avygail smoothed down her hair and smiled up at him. “Good morning, handsome. I see you found your clothes in the dryer.” She glanced down at the bags and then back at him. Slowly rising to her feet with another stretch. Bare feet padded across the cool wood and she hugged him carefully as to not knock everything out of his hands. “Where did you go?”
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Jan 14th 2020 18:23

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Closing the bedroom door, Avygail leaned against it. She took in a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Both shaken by the memories of her ex and the humiliation that someone else saw this. It wasn’t that she missed her ex exactly. He always made her feel as though everything was her fault. Even when it clearly was not. By the end of things, he was ignoring her and flirting with others openly. Right in front of her sometimes. Including a woman he told her he couldn’t stand. When they had first met, he complained about how she was stalking him. Told him she was pregnant when she wasn’t just to get him to come back. Clearly, it didn’t really bother him all that much if he was flirting with her again.

Most of the time she put up with his bullsh*t. The couple of times she stood up to him though he made it seem like she was the bad guy. Another heavy sigh escaped her. Eventually though, she blew up at him and that was the end of things.  It was an ugly argument. Avygail had never been so angry. She was usually so level headed and calm. That is how badly he had gotten to her. She only argued for a time before realizing he was feeding on that however.  He lived to get a rise out of her. She was giving him what he wanted without even realizing it at first. But no more. Avygail told him goodbye and slammed the proverbial door in his face. She was deeply wounded, but slowly she would heal. Now here it was over a year later and all it took was a couple of pieces of clothing to make her relive it.

Letting the hurt turn to anger she found herself kneeling in front of the closet. Still soaked to the bone. Though she was barely aware of it. Her slender fingers tore everything out that was his. Anything he might have left. Tossing it behind her in a pile. There wasn’t a lot there. A few shirts a notebook filled with wedding ideas. Something Avygail had started after he proposed. And, her wedding ring. Tucked away in a box. Buried along with any love she had left for him. She had only gotten to wear it for a week. An entire week before he betrayed her. They had barely made it back from their honeymoon before she found him with her. Strangely enough there was no more sadness now, just anger. Granted, mostly directed at him, but also at herself for not seeing through his lies sooner. For allowing him to treat her that way at all. After she had the marriage annulled Avygail vowed that no man would ever treat her that way again.

Slowly, she rose to her feet and stripped away the dripping clothes. Letting them fall to the floor beneath her with a wet thud. Leaving her completely bare as she stood in front of the open closet still. Avygail nudged them away with her foot. She dug through the dresser for a pair of soft, satin panties. Blue of course. She had them in several shades. This pair was royal blue. Like her hair.

After slipping them on she turned her search for her favorite pair of leggings. Black with purple and blue, and a bit of pink. Tiny white dots for stars. Galaxy leggings. She didn’t know why she liked them so much. Space always fascinated her and she loved looking up at the stars. She might come off as a flirt and a hard ass but even she was a romantic deep down. Avygail retrieved a deep purple t shirt to match and slid it over her head. It fell gracefully to the middle of her thighs.

Closing the closet Avygail found her hair dryer resting on top of the oak dresser. Quickly she used it on her hair and brushed it out. Letting it fall loosely around her shoulders before bending to scoop up her ex’s things on the floor. The ring she would sell. Not that she needed the money, but perhaps she would donate the revenue.  Before exiting the room, she set it on the dresser and hauled everything else to the living room. Dropping it silently in a pile before the fire place.

It was then she noticed Sam was passed out. Looking very uncomfortable in what was probably the smallest chair in the room. She wondered why he chose that one. He face flushed a bit, realizing that she had taken longer than expected. No wonder the poor thing fell asleep. Avygail felt a twinge of disappointment. So much for that company. She considered moving him to the sofa at least so he would be more comfortable. Lifting him actually wouldn’t be an issue. She was much stronger than she looked, but she was afraid to wake him. So instead she gently tucked a pillow under his head and covered him with a blanket.

Avygail then tossed the remaining items from her ex into the fire. Watching them burn for a moment. Somehow this gave her relief. She hadn’t realized she had been holding on still. This was a way of letting go of that final weight.  When she was certain the fire was under control she curled up on the plush, tan sofa. Long legs tucked und her. Casting a soft velvet blanket over herself. Turquoise hues wandering around the room. This was her favorite room in the house. Deep mahogany beams that were exposed along the walls and up to the celling. Which was pitched higher than the rest of the rooms. The stone fireplace sat center of the wall. A 55” television mounted above it.  Bookshelves lined the far wall from floor to ceiling. Packed with books of all kinds. Historical, fiction, biographies and everything in between. Beside them a large, comfortable chair and a lamp. The perfect reading spot.

The floors were hardwood, as was the rest of the house but there was a rug in the center of the room. Brown, and green hues of leaves and branches.  An antique coffee table with queen anne legs sat in the middle. Where a few books, remote and a lavender candle took up residence. Not wanting to disturb her guest she reached for a book instead of flipping on the television. At least it would give her some company. Sleep wasn’t really a necessity for her all the time, but she did it anyway because it did help to conserve whatever energy she had. Tonight, Avygail wondered if she would be able to sleep. She didn’t feel drained having fed recently and she felt lonely. At least if she was awake there was a reminder of someone else there with her.
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Jan 12th 2020 17:54

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He needed a drink, and she needed the company.  It would seem like a fair trade except Avygail suspected he needed the company as well. Just like her it seemed as though he was alone most of the time. Even when with others. His thoughts were miles away and deep down there was always that hole. The one that needed filling, but nothing had seemed to stick yet. It kept washing away as if it were never there to begin with. Avy often wondered if anything ever would. For either of them.

Sam seemed conflicted by her every compliment and touch. As if part of him wanted to accept it. To allow more. Yet it also terrified him and made him uncertain of how to react. A definite sign that he was not accustomed to either. She received her fair share of compliments. Most of them she simply brushed off with a thank you. As for the touching, well no one touched her without permission. They were likely to lose a hand if they tried. But him, she would not shy away from. There was something so tender in his touch. She might fear what the future would bring, but all of that washed away with a brush of his fingertips.

For a moment Avygail thought he might choose to stand there, but mother nature quickly made the decision for him. The thunder boomed overhead. An echo to its lighted cousin. Rain came down in sheets. Drenching them both in no time. All around them people shrieked and scampered away. Running to whatever was nearest for shelter. The rain didn’t bother her. The drops were warm as they splashed on her skin. Despite it being December, it never really got that cold in New Orleans. Certainly not compared to some of the more northern states. Even so, the temperatures didn’t bother her much. She did have a stronger tolerance for it than humans.

Even as he held his jacked over them it didn’t do much good. Her clothes already clung to her. As did his it seemed. She had to admit, the view was kind of nice, but he could get sick easily. Unlike her. “Well, we can listen to it from inside.” She laughed as they ran off towards her home.  Their combined heights paid off in this instance. As they covered the distance from the park to her house in no time. With Avygail laughing most of the way there.

Arriving at the slate blue, Victorian style home she climbed the steps to the wrap around porch and slid the key into the front door. The heavy wooden door swung open. Making a soft thud as it hit the doorstop behind it. Moving inside she motioned for him to come inside. “Shut the door, would you?” She asked, removing her boots and setting them on the mat next to her.

Removing her socks as well she padded across the old wooden floor in her bare feet. Avygail rushed to the linen closet to retrieve a couple of towels and then back to foyer to hand one to him. “I’m going to change, I think. I may have something that fits you. My ex was about your size. If you’re okay with that. I can throw your clothes in the wash so they’ll be ready for you when you leave.” Whenever that might be. Though Avygail kept that part to herself.

Dripping still she crossed the floor to start a fire. When she was certain of it being stable, she turned to Sam again. “Be right back. Please feel free to warm yourself by the fire.” She didn’t wait for a response to any of her words as she went to fetch a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt for him. Avygail didn’t know why she kept the clothes. Maybe a part of her missed what she had when it was good. Before the abuse began. With them in her hands now she felt a twinge of pain in her heart as she was reminded of how he treated her. Inhaling a shaky breath, she rolled them up into her arms and shut the closet. At least they would serve a purpose for now. Maybe later she would burn them.

Back in the front of the house she held the fabrics out for him without a word. Her hand was visibly shaking despite her best effort to make it stop. She wasn’t cold. Her eyes lifted slowly to meet his. Patiently she waited for him to take them. “The bathroom is down the hall to the left. You can change in there. Just leave your clothes on the floor. I’ll get them after I change.”
Avygail Norling (1435748)
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Jan 11th 2020 02:20

Restless Spirit
Even now he seemed lost in his thoughts. She eyed him curiously. The sound of children playing in the distance wafted in. Jazz music could be heard. Reverberating off the nearby buildings. A typical afternoon in New Orleans. It was only going to grow livelier as Mardi Gras approached. Yet even with all the distractions her focus remained on him. Her handsome enigma. Touching him, even in the slightest as she had, only made her more curious. His hair was as soft as his touch, skin warm and yet he seemed to quiver beneath her fingers. Another puzzle for her to solve. There was no way she physically hurt him by doing that. However, there might be some underlying cause of the tremble. Did he not like to be touched? Perhaps she had overstepped in her efforts to console him.

His eyes had darkened. Much like the color of his cheeks. That could mean so many things. Avygail couldn’t pinpoint it even with her ability to feel other’s emotions. He was a whirlwind of those and it was difficult to isolate anything at the moment. Before when she looked at him, all she saw was the pain. Pulling back, she actually looked at his appearance a little closer. Her initial assessment of his attractiveness was correct, but now she understood the details of why.

She allowed him a moment. To gather himself as they stood there. People passed her without a word. Most lost in their own worlds. Jogging by with their headphones on. Walking their dogs. Overall just enjoying the day and the beauty of the park. Avygail lived in a part of town that was generally a bit more quiet than where they were, but still not far from the French Quarter. From where they stood, in City Park her home in the Garden District was literally fifteen minutes away.

Avygail understood how her offer could be seen as forward. Part of her wondered what he must be thinking of her right now. Her intention was not to bring him home and sleep with him. Though she had lived far too long to worry about what people may think of her doing so. Not to say that she would turn him away if it was offered, but he was under no obligation from her to do so. Her request was genuine. An offer to sit in a safe space, share a drink and chat. A chance for him to possibly unburden himself, or just delight in the distraction. Whatever he needed.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t looking forward to the company of course. So maybe, in that way it was a bit selfish. It was nearly impossible to be completely unselfish. Even those who volunteered often got a sense of joy from doing so. But did any of that really matter? If it made another’s life a little better wasn’t that enough?

He spoke again and the gears in her mind shifted. A soft chuckle fled her parted lips. Even as he halted his steps. Her smile brightened a little more and she shook her head when he asked her if he smelled bad. The truth was very much the opposite. He smelled amazing. Like a mix of clary sage and light citrus. Masculine but not overpowering. Very inviting. And that smile… It caught her by surprise. Until that moment every other lift of his lips had been merely polite, but this. This one was genuine, and it was beautiful. His already entrancing hazel eyes lit up for the first time and she saw all of him.

“No, darling. You smell wonderful. I was merely offering to let you wipe the sadness from your face. Don’t worry, I have plenty of snacks at my place. We can even order pizza or Chinese if you like.” She turned away briefly but then paused and turned back. “As for horror movies, I have quite a collection of movies in general. I’m sure we can find something to entertain us.” It was the truth. Over the years she had collected pretty much every movie she ever saw. Looking for things to pass the time was crucial when you were constantly alone. Especially for as long as she had been around.

 She smirked just a bit as her mind went to her earlier thoughts about not turning him away. Well, it would be one form of entertainment. That was certain, but again. She wasn’t necessarily after that either.  “As for the singing. If you feel so moved to do so in my living room, I won’t stop you.” Avygail chuckled again. “So. Shall we go, or is it your intention to entertain the pedestrians as they pass us tonight?”
Avygail Norling (1435748)
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Jan 9th 2020 22:59

Restless Spirit
Despite his stature and appearance Avygail saw the scared little boy inside of him. He was so much more than what he shared with the world. They were standing there, in the middle of the park staring at each other. Yet neither one of them flinched or looked away. How it must have looked to anyone passing by. Not that she really cared. Avy gave up caring what others thought of her a long time ago. Except those she cared about of course. Which there weren’t many of those left.

Her smile turned warm as she hoped to make him feel safe. He seemed so shaken still. Whatever he was upset about clearly still had a hold on him. She noticed some of his chestnut locks had gotten mussed and fall in his face. Absently she brushed it back, and wiped a remaining tear from his cheek. “We all tiptoe between the light and dark. Sometimes we need help finding our way back.”

Avygail wasn’t exactly sure why she stopped to console him. A complete stranger. Sitting there alone in the park, crying quietly.  Anyone else she might have asked if they were alright and maybe helped them along their way, but for some unknown reason she stayed to ensure he was in a better state. Perhaps it was the utter hopelessness he radiated in that moment as she was passing by. As if he carried the weight of the world all alone. That was something she could relate to.

Maybe in that moment she saw a bit of herself. A kindred spirit. Someone that maybe, just maybe would understand. Someone she would understand as well and hopefully be able to help. For what else did she really have to do with her life? Every day was much the same. Day in and day out of the normal, boring routine. Even the occasional vampire fights were dull to her now.  She was alive, but the feeling of truly being so had left her long ago.

The only things she felt beyond boredom was confusion and pain. Pain in both in the physical and emotional sense. Confusion caused by the gaps in her memory and those that felt like fiction. Physical pain caused when she tried to remember her dreams and other things. Those tiny slivers that leaked through the cracks. Avygail tried so desperately to cling to. To stretch and see in full. They would glow brightly. Threatening to cover her existing memory of whatever time in question, but as quickly as it came it went. Not without the searing pain in her head however. Emotional pain should be obvious. Everyone she loved was gone. Either dead or left of their own accord.

Her thoughts were turning dark and Avygail wondered if it was reflecting in her eyes, on her face. Casting shadows over her porcelain skin. Marking the curves and lines of her features. She dare not think about what would become of him. What if they got close and he died, or left too? One day at a time. That is how she had to live and that is how she would have to approach this situation.

His words just then pulled her from her thoughts, back into the light of the present. “You should you know. Enjoy it I mean. I speak the truth.”  A genuine smile formed on her lips. Curving the edges upwards towards her eyes. Softening her gaze.  “It’s lovely to meet you, Sam.” Avygail finally removed her eyes from his to gesture towards the path out of the park.

“Come, I don’t live far and I have much better alcohol than most of the bars around here. You can use my bathroom to clean up a bit as well.” Most people would think her crazy for inviting a strange man she just met to her home, but Avygail could indeed handle herself. She wasn’t worried. Especially since he was human. With a little something extra she couldn’t quite place of course, but human all the same. “It’s quieter there.” She added, gently leading him forward. “Perhaps we can talk more.”
Avygail Norling (1435748)
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Jan 9th 2020 00:40

Restless Spirit
She’d never really thought of her height that way. Avygail was only five feet – ten inches but it was still taller than the majority of women out there, and since most of the shoes she wore had heels of some sort it only enhanced this effect. Her style was somewhat gothic in nature. With a healthy mix of punk and vintage. Really, she liked anything with character. Not just clothing of course. As it were today, she donned a long flowy black skirt, purple corset top and knee-high black boots that buckled on the side. Those boots had a wedge heel on them at least two inches high. Which put her right about six feet even. Giving him roughly a four-inch advantage. Something almost unheard of in the day to day. Though Avygail was quite enjoying not having to look down for once.

With his hand in hers she was surprised by many things. The first and most obvious was the texture and roughness of the skin.  Almost like farmer’s hands.  And yet his touch was so gentle and warm. As though he were holding a baby bunny and afraid to crush it. More than this however, was the sudden surge of energy she felt from him. Truly she had felt something when first approaching. That was just the way things were with her. Avygail could feel other people’s energy and emotions. Which is why no one could really lie to her about how they felt. A useful tool but it could also be overwhelming. If it caught her off guard, she wouldn’t be able to stop the rush of emotions taking over her. Literally feeling everything that person did with no context.

Avygail couldn’t explain the energy pushing towards her now though. It didn’t hurt exactly. It was more like the little shocks received in the winter time. Especially while crossing carpet, touching a car door or wearing fleece. Lifting her turquoise gaze to his, her breath caught. There was so much pain in those eyes. So much he tried to hide, and was actually quite good at it for the most part. The average person, or human probably wouldn’t catch on, but she always paid attention. The enhanced senses and ability to feel energy helped of course, but anyone could actually notice this if they actually cared enough to look.

“I have spent many nights alone, though not with cocoa and tv dinners as you put it. Most of my nights are spent alone actually. Days as well. My life is…” She hesitated. Searching for the right word to explain without giving away too much detail. “Complicated.” Avygail offered a smile at the word. As if satisfied with her response and also trying to reassure him. “On the other side of that coin I have also spent time with men who draw trouble. I was briefly engaged to one in fact. Sadly, I have my own share of trouble as well. So, this is not something I shy away from. I can handle myself. If given the choice, I would rather not be alone.”

There was no need to go into great detail about why her life was complicated. Memory issues, dealing with psychotic vampires, waking up in strange places without a clue as to how or why she was there. Let alone the fact that she wasn’t exactly human. All of these things made relationships, or even friendships difficult. Avygail had very few she could actually call friend, and even fewer that knew all of her issues.  Over three hundred years was a long time to spend essentially alone. She took the company when she could. In whatever form available.

Though his words were distracting, his blush did not go unnoticed. This was a man not used to receiving compliments. That she found peculiar. Though Avygail was a bit of a flirt she never said anything she didn’t mean in some way.  She truly did find him attractive. He did seem a bit withdrawn and reserved though. Perhaps that had something to do with it. He intrigued her. In all her years such an enigma came along very infrequently.

“Thank you.” She responded to his compliment with the typical phrase and a smile. “I still didn’t catch yours, or should I just keep calling you handsome? The blush is quite adorable.” Her tone was lightly teasing but she did want to know his name. That was one part of his mystery she could unravel with relative ease.
Avygail Norling (1435748)
Star City's Anti-Hero™

Jan 5th 2020 22:56

Wouldn't really call it a work out.  I brood over a few things and I hit dummies with a big stick.  Hardly a work out.  Now when I start jumping from roof-to-roof.  Now that's fun.
Star City's Anti-Hero™

Jan 5th 2020 22:52

Maybe we can set up an rp or something.
Star City's Anti-Hero™

Jan 5th 2020 22:34

Eh, if you say so.  If I wasn't talking with you I'd be training.
Star City's Anti-Hero™

Jan 5th 2020 22:19

Guess I'm trying this 'nice' thing out.. heh..
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