with a brief close of the eyes, a tip of the head, Stephen did concede to those words. “yes, well, it’s in the past now. now you’re here, and i’m here. so – ?” that tip of the head turns into something ruder. raising his chin in a: i’m waiting.

“you’d be surprised how far a genuine question can get a genuine answer.” with that said, “sometimes an answer you might not like.”

“but i’ve been known to change my mind.”

_{“most of the time answers are worthless.” at least to him. they might have been genuine answers, but they were not what he wanted. it took trickery, effort, and a basis of trust before most would even think of helping him.}

_{it was something that he didn’t think was needed here. at least since he knew fully well that asking ( even nicely ) would just end up with a denial of his request ( at least in his mind ). “you know who i am… so we can skip that part,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “– an’ get to the part where i tell you that i need access to something.”}

“you never understand.”

_{she was right. ky didn’t understand the basic necessities of what a human needed. maybe a one point he could have, but he was too far gone. not to mention he didn’t think it was truly needed.
“—- want me to leave?” it was the only words he could manage to get out. not due to the fact he wanted to leave, but rather it was just easier to avoid the why, and then skip to him running away.}

_{“whatever you need to tell yourself. – i mean, it’s understandable. a true spitfire. had she known anything about demons… i would have had a run for my money.” he had spent most of his time avoiding the winchester, but it was interesting to find jessica alive and avoiding him. much less in the company of a demon. “nearly had a heart attack when she saw me, though. guess she’s not quite over it.”}

_{“she’s human. they just don’t get over things like that.” then again, there was a reason for the saying about hell hath no fury like a woman scorned or killed in a fire for that matter. “it doesn’t matter if it was yesterday or a thousand years from now.” then again, ky didn’t care – not really at any-rate. “had she known about demons? i doubt you’d be standing here right now.” or even ky for that matter, but that was besides the point.}

hellfirebound:

_{if you want a violent reaction, be sure to use ky’s full name:
Ky’lar James Richardson.
thanks for coming to my TED talk.}

_{whcwashe replied to your post “whcwashe omg james is such a normal middle name look, he doesn’t like…”}

_{just u wait til liv finds out}

_{and that is how liv dies.}

_whcwashe

_{omg james is such a normal middle name}

_{look, he doesn’t like his last name OR his middle name being used ever. I mean, considering he DID go by james for a few years, but that is besides the point}.

_{if you want a violent reaction, be sure to use ky’s full name:
Ky’lar James Richardson.
thanks for coming to my TED talk.}

Peter lifted his head and pushed himself up on his elbows, rising from his blanket hell reborn in the eyes of Upper East Side. Loud as the city could be, the world was silent in comparison to the chaos of last night. For the first time in a long time, he could even hear his own heart beat. How do you feel? Christ, how did he feel. Did he feel? (He flexed his fingers) Yes.

“Like dead weight.”

Gradually, he pushed himself up further until he could look the man eye to eye with a little more dignity. Memories of the last seven days had yet to come knocking. At. The moment the world was still static, his mind searching for a signal and only finding pieces in the void. “Wait—“ He tilted his head quite suddenly, “Were you watching me… ?” Though he knew the answer right away, he chose to acknowledge it only with a nod and move on. Waking up half naked in a high rise didn’t happen every day, but it happened enough to shut him up.

“How long was I out?” There, a question with an answer he could actually do something with. No phone, no grip on reality, and the hollow feeling now setting into his stomach. Something was missing. Something was gone. ~~And it very much wished to have him back~~. Peter’s eyes roamed the room. Searching. Picking up weak signals from that which had refused to leave his side for a week, temporarily out of range. The realization knocked the breath from him, and he fell back into the couch a little further,

“While we’re at it, approximately where the hell am I? Quick guess, did I die ?
‘Cause I am in deeeeeep shit if I’m dead.”

_{“You’re in my apartment.” Technically, it was a hotel room, but more of a long-term one. Truth be told, this was the longest one he’d stayed at in a long time. Already going on three months – so, he figured apartment was the best way to explain where Peter was at. at least… for the time being.}

_{He figured that much was enough, but explaining the amount of time was going to be tricky. Ky was about to say days, but instead he opted to keep the time period vague. If everything came back to him? It did – if not? it wasn’t really his problem. not entirely at any-rate. “Among other things, i’d say some time – i don’t really have a clock in here, but about one rotation.” Or a day – maybe a bit less.}

_{“Among other things,” he said, moving forward, “You seem to be alive – as for how long that will last? I’m not entirely sure.” Of course, Ky knew that Peter would live, but he still wanted to play that role of savior. That very same role that he enjoyed playing… especially when he was still debating if keeping him here ( for as long as possible ) would be a good thing.}

_{“Personally, i’d say the best bet for you is to stay where you are, and relax. If it helps, i could order some room service – you do eat, don’t you?” Not that he did ( or needed to rather ), but he was still going to ask due to the fact it was kind ( even if his kindness was starting to run a bit thin ).}

green eyes rose to meet with the demon’s. it was needless to say that the exchange was cold, the temperature that surrounded them shifted drastically. irises turned to sickly opaque white, hands gripping at the pole of his scythe, he was ready to strike. with one quick trained flick of his hands, he could see this demon’s head tumble and roll. blood would smudge weathered steel and DEATH would find himself tasting its slick warmth. bitter salt, an iron rich nectar. blood- painted tongue would lap at his lips in—

HUNGER

oh how he starved…

he could almost hear FAMINE’s dark chuckle somewhere in the distance. his eyes had closed when his mind had drifted, displaying another moment of vulnerability. gritting his teeth, he snarled and pushed the blade, biting at tender flesh under its strained position.

❛ —–go on, SPIT IT OUT. ❜

_{@hellfirebound}

_{there was no doubt in his mind that death, if he so wished, could have ended him right then, and there. it would have been quite easy as well. to end his existence, but even ky knew that living was far more painful than a quick death. no, there was doubts that the horseman would bring him back to life.}

_{even so, ky wasn’t going to risk it. a reason to why he lifted his neck just slightly again. this time, just to make sure that he wouldn’t be cut. more so self preservation than anything else. “patience.” that usual grin spread across his lips shortly after he licked them.}

_{“i want…” he trailed off for a few moments, making sure to lower his voice to a whisper. that way, the conversation could seem a bit more intimate. “you to kill my father.” he could have said more – much more in-fact, but he’d start with the basics first. then he’d work his way up.}

_{// @letcm}

THE AGENT WANTS TO RETORT, to say how rude the man’s comment is, but what’s the point? yes. they died. they all had died. and there is nothing to show for it? how are they to mourn their dead when no body exists? god, he’s already thinking of funeral preparation.

eyes snap up and look at the other. “what? you’re just gonna leave? just like that? where were you during this fight?” ross can’t tamper the anger that bursts forth.

HE COULD HAVE ARGUED WITH ROSS. he could have ESTABLISHED his stance on why he SHOULDN’T have been involved in the first place. instead, he chose the much HARSHER route by stating the TRUTH ( from a certain point of view ).

“it’s not my fight.” nor would it ever be in his mind, but there was more to it. ky didn’t want to get INVOLVED when he cared for close to no one on this planet. maybe ONCE he did, but now? it was EASIER to let whoever was left to SORT things out. “last i checked,” he said, arms folding calmly behind his back, “the world was in the hands of the avengers, military superpowers, and what have you.” he could have said that they all FAILED, but he held his tongue in-check – at least for the moment. “they are the one’s who should CLEAN UP the mess – not someone like me.”