Peyton-keating:

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

It takes a long time for the Delarosa family to all get out of the door together. At around 4 she began helping Nathalia get ready, changing her out of her shirt with spaghetti stains on it and into a floral sweater. Nikolai is 9 and can get ready himself, but rarely chooses to. So with all that being said, they ended up leaving their apartment at five past five.

Nina grabbed both Nathalia and Nikolai’s hands, before she shut the door and jiggled the handle to make sure it was locked. She approached Rosie’s door but stopped before knocking. “Why aren’t you knocking? I can do it,” Nathalia squealed. “How about you knock on this door for me first, milaya moya,” Nina offered sweetly. Nathalia excitedly scurried over to the door beside them and obnoxiously pounded on the door. “Knock knock!” She proclaimed. I’m sure Rosie wouldn’t mind some extra company,’ She thought. They stood their together in a huddle as they waited for a response.

“ Dammit stop being chicken Pey. Just splash it on.” Standing in the mirror peyton glares aat her reflection. Specifically at the blood oozing cut on her shoulder. Snatching the bottle of rum she takes a sip. Not thinking about it anymore she splashes probably more than necessary onto the wound. “ Fucking hell.” She says through gritted teeth. “knock knock!” She faintly hears a voice say fading over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. “ One second!” Peyton thinks she yells. “ Shit gotta hurry.” She mumbles to herself. Grabbing the bandages she scrambles to wound around her arm till about mid bicep. She grabs the long sleeve shirt hanging off the mirror and pulls it over her head. She then adjusts the shirt to cover the make job bandaging. Jogging over to the front door she swings it open. “What do you wan-Oh hey, uh what’s up?”  She looks to see Nina with two kids. Peyton crouches down twitching a little because it stretched her wound but she grits her teeth and did it anyway to be level with them. “ Hi, Nina.” she quickly glance at her. “ And who are these guys? what’re your names?”. Peyton looks to the kids to answer.

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missrosalyngrace:

peyton-keating:

Taken aback by her kind words, I say nothing and turn to make her a hot-cocoa. I specifically choose my sassy mug with a a cat on it saying ‘Oops. I don’t care’ figuring it would suit her nicely. “Make yourself at home.” I tell her looking over my shoulder. I hand over the mug and bring my free hand up for her to shake.

”Rosie.”

“Aha, nice mug. I like that cat. so uh thanks for letting me come in.. I didn’t expect you to be so nice. I met the other lady uhh.. Nina I think and she wasn’t exactly welcoming, haha.” As I speak I take a sip and sit down on the white loveseat.

Knock, knock.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“I bet…” She said sarcastically, realizing how bad it sounded after. “I meant to not getting an STD…” She added awkwardly.

“Peg me more of a Russian Opera girl? ” She joked condescendingly.

“ I’ll have you know miss sassy that I’m a very sexy lady.” I wink 

“ Nah, I pegged you more for classic or even jazz.” 

Oh,shit.

When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.

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@impaladreamer-rps :

" Fine." Sam dragged his hand down his face. It was gonna be a long night.

"Yes!" I leaned up and kissed Sam's cheek. I rushed over to wear my coat was and flung it on. Looking back, no one had moved. Sam was unmoving in his chair, eyes downcast. He seemed to be in deep thought. Beka and Dean on the other hand were to busy making heart eyes at each other. " Would you hurry your lazy asses up. C'mon." I tapped my boot covered foot.

Escapades

@peyton-keating :

“ So I had a thought,” I said grinning from ear to ear. I had a fun plan brewing in my brain. We all needed some time to relax after this recent hunt and this was the perfect way to that.

“ Oh no.” Sam groaned. Her plans always involved something crazy. Last time, they went to a bar and she went shot for shot with Dean. Dean could hold his liquor. She however could not. She decided that grinding on everything that moved was a great. Encouraged when Beka would cheer her on. Both were fuming when I had to drag her away to Baby.

“ I swear it’s a good one this time!” I pouted folding my arms. We needed to have some fun. Them being grumpy be damned.

“ No. Whatever it is. No.” Dean said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. Having to deal with her and Beka’s drunken escapades was not on his list to do tonight.

“ Beka, back me up here.” I flicked my eyes to you.

“I mean, we’ve been going non-stop for weeks,” Beka said with a twinkle in her eye. She knew it wouldn’t work on Sam, as nothing really did, but Dean could be swayed. “Don’t you think,” she went on, turning her doe eyes to the elder Winchester and biting the corner of her lip, “that we deserve a night off?”

Dean’s eyes twitched with the beginnings of a smile, and Y/N ran with it. “A little whiskey…some good tunes…huh?”

Dean shrugged and looked at Sam. “Maybe.” He was convinced. He needed some R&R, he just didn’t like to admit that his mind could so easily be changed.

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missrosalyngrace:

Well, I have a couple double a batteries, that okay?” I shuffle on my fluffy feet awkwardly. “Want some hot-cocoa?” I offer. “I just made a homemade batch, should probably use the rest up before it gets cold.”

On one hand I applaud myself for being so nice. On the other hand, now have to talk to someone.

“Wha-what? let me clarify. you want me to come in? The sketchy tattooed chick that knocked on your door. I could be a burglar for all you know! I’m not but still, you need to be careful who you let in! On the hot cocoa offer, though. Sure.” I lean on the doorway.

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

I’m wanting to take my sem’ya to the movies this week. They are both impatient and stubborn so I don’t want this to be a waste.

I haven't isn't it about a girl that's in love with water? Is it worth the watch? could I come with?

Has anyone seen Moana?

nina-delarosa:

Now Nina was intrigued. “How fresh?” She passed the heavy bag towards the girl.

“Yeah I have a few,” A few was a bit too loose of a term, but she always had a thing for artistic expression. To her, tattoos were symbolic. It was like historic artifacts on your skin and she was the archaeologist deciphering a code.

I stared at her for a minute contemplating what to say. “ like three days ago fresh. They still sting a little but nothing that I can’t handle. By the way, it totally flew over my head what’s your name?” I ask her trying to move on from talking any more about my tattoos.

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

missrosalyngrace:

The scent of vanilla seeps into her nostrils as she gets the board games set up. Rosie had made cupcakes, which were almost ready to come out of her cute little oven. Although she hoped it was appropriate for this kind of thing. Who doesn’t like cupcakes she thought, brushing off her worry. She had finished dinner a while before, Chicken Kiev. It was a Russian meal she found on pinterest after she figured out that Borscht was Russian, and Nina & Nathalia seemed like Russian names so she kind of put two and two together. Oh, and hopefully Peyton approved of the food.

Insistent knocking makes her drop her muse. Furrowing her brow, she jogs over to her front door and opens it up. Standing huddled together is Nina and her two little siblings, with a  grimacing Peyton behind them. She had met the cute little girl, but she hadn’t met the boy, who seemed a little older and more than a little unamused, a look she often saw on Nina. Rosie musters her brightest smile, “Welcome!” She has so got this.

Nina raised her eyebrows as the door opened and the aroma of vanilla cupcakes sunk into her skull. Rosie had really gone all out. She ushered the two little ones inside, watching as Nikolai went to the couch with his Nintendo DS and Nathalia jumped up and down expectantly. “Are their cupcakes?” The little girl squealed excitedly. Nina nodded in reassurance as she walked over to the couch where she sat beside Nikolai. “Nikolai, put that down please, spasibo,” She asked, watching Nikolai huff and move the device away from his face. Nina looked up to see everyone else. “You really went out of your way here, Rosie. Although, it’s very nice,” She admitted. She admired Rosie’s quaint and homey environment. It reminded her of Rosie. She wondered what Peyton thought of all this as Nina sat back and moved her eyes from one child at a time.

Peyton’s breath hitched as she got a glimpse of the room over Nina’s shoulder. Rosie had really gone all out with the board games. There wasn’t an inch of empty space on her coffee table. It was amazing. Peyton looked around with wide eyes. She inhaled through her nose to smell the lovely scent of vanilla. “Man, if only home was like this,” Mumbled Peyton. letting out a long whistle in amazement. “ Rosie, you really out did yourself. This is awesome!- Hey does anyone wanna play Clue?” She speaks over her shoulder as she goes to sit down near the little guy. “ You wanna play a board game with me, big guy?” Peyton reaches over to grab Clue with her bad arm and winces. She looks down to see a red splotch expanding on her shirt sleeve. Looking at it, she begins to internally panic afraid that everyone will see.

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