Guilt. That’s what was heavy on his chest, nearly choking him. He’d been so certain this was the right thing to do. So convinced that it’s what needed to be done— not to mention he’d killed hundreds of times before so what made this one different?
Sinking down into a seat at the bar, he sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. As Liz came over, he looked up at her with wide, blue eyes and shook his head. “—I think I fucked up.”
wordlessly, tired eyes stalk donovan from above the edge of her selected novel of the night. briefly, she had hoped to close the previously - empty lounge ; attending the front desk all afternoon, only to then tend the bar from the early evening until well past midnight, left her rightfully wore out. but from the way donovan carries himself tonight, from his demeanor, she can tell something is up.
❛ oh ? ❜ brow arches at his simple confession ( nothing unusual, just yet ) as she moves with a weary grace to prepare him a drink. ❛ what’d you do this time ? ❜
‘ yoooooo ––– ou’re a stunner, ya’ know … . i like yer makeup ! ’ sick grin / fingers tapping along wooden countertop , rhythmic . she straightens out her posture , an attempt to make herself bigger –– more intimidating , stronger . she’s not trying to scare but it’s a look she’s learned is best to keep up ! a go - to favorite , saccharine smile with baby blue eyes , adorning expression with a sort of innocent glow . PLEASE , I’M JUST A KID ! JUST A GIRL !HEEEEEELP ME ! ‘ hey , ummm … . any way i could get a room … cheap , mmmmmaybe . ’ smile widens , toothy & verging on absurd ––– but genuine , damn it ! tilted head pairs with heightened brows , a soft pleading look . ‘ pretty , pretty , please with a cherry on top . ’ / @diorbled· .
demeanor falters, from straight - backed receptionist to warm, in an instant at the other’s opening line –––– though her smile is thin as she can feel the other’s impending question. it wasn’t the first time someone had attempted to charm their way into a discounted charge. she directs her gaze, finally, to the other, her tone wavering on a firmness. ❛ singles are thirty a night, but –––– for making my dreary day a little brighter, drinks are on the house tonight. ❜
recklessdevotion: ❛ And what are you asking me to trade for it? ❜
❛ mmm, ❜ contemplation expressed in the neutral tone of a flat hum, lifting cigarette to pursed lips –––– summoning a moment of inspiration&amusement. ❛ how ‘bout you run down to the gas station & grab me a pack of cosmos? ❜
❛ Both, sweetheart, it’s both. ❜ the hunter eases onto a barstool like a glass figurine onto its shelf. Exhausted yet with enough energy to give a faded smile. ❛ This guy, almost couldn’t believe, said his place was haunted. Spoiler alert it wasn’t. Turns out he was just whispering spooky things into his wives ear so they could move. ❜
❛ ooh, drinks & tales ? you certainly know how to woo a woman, mr. winchester. ❜ on her feet, fixing to get dean the regular ( & herself a martini ), as he situates himself on top of the bar stool. mindlessly, &before his story has reached its end, his glass & hers are set tenderly on the countertop, respectively, whilst an amused chuckle / smile breaks out & brows lift. ❛ –––– that’s one way of going about it, i suppose. ❜
“ thirty minute love affair , all in the blink of an eye . ”
❛ those are the tenderest, aren’t they ? ❜ near swooning, somewhere between wistful & nostalgic, is her softened timbre. ❛ there one second, & gone the next –––– that pain only makes them that much more meaningful. ❜
–––––– YOU JUST DO IT. you force yourself to get up. you force yourself to put one foot before the other, &god damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. you fight. you cry. you curse. then you go about the business of living. that’s how i’ve done it. there’s no other way. / loved by shelbi.
