“Of course not, I’m not a god.” He stated, though it killed him when he failed. He knew it happened. “But more times than not, when I try, win or lose I’ve managed to save someone, lessen the damage in some way.”
“What do you care if I chose wisely or not?” He asked.
“Are you sure about that? You have speed, some would say that your abilities make you a god.” Of course, at the same time, that was just an opinion, “Either way? I don’t care if you chose them wisely. I just care if you’re strong enough to take someone far more tougher than me on.”
❛ what do you want ? I’m not here to flirt or anything . . ❜ the redhead said , taking another sip from her drink as she looked at the man who sat down next to her .
‘ is anyone ever here to simply flirt? ’ a slight grin pulled at the man’s lips for a few moments, ‘ most people these day’s have their mind set on one simple goal. ‘ a short pause, ‘ i’m sure you can figure out the rest. ’
❝ Still a demon, prince, asshole or not. ❞ he chides lightly as he grabs his pipe and goes about lighting it. Amber eyes flickering up to look at the other for a moment before raising an eyebrow. He could see the other was realizing that Logan was a dealer of truth and well he knew the best ways to cut into someone and make the pain stick. He had four hundred years to perfect it. He sighs softly, his anger was growing again and he was trying hard to keep it all tight lipped. ❝ Personal or not, I need a reason. Reapers need something to cling too to find the soul. As come on we track a lot of it, ain’t easy discerning who is who. ❞ He’d figure shit out later but right now he wanted Ky out of his face before he redecorated said face.
“never was given a real choice in my species.” a lie, but a truthful one… from his own point of view. he couldn’t change what he was. nor, would ky want to on most days, but all the same, he doubted that it mattered. demon or not… he knew that he couldn’t back away from this. not now at least, “either way, you want a reason? i’m looking for my mother.” it wasn’t a good reason, possibly one of the worst, but… all he wanted to know was where she was. after-all, he only knew she was ( quite possibly ) dead, “— is that reason enough?”
“Now, why don’t I truly believe that? See, If I want someone dead, I kill them, and I don’t stick around to chat.” That much was simple facts these days, “So, why should I care about wasting death on someone when they all deserve it?”
❛ i need to put DIFFERENCES TO ONE SIDE and i need your help with something, please. it’s important. ❜ // @hellfirebound ;; hellhoundmaybe
‘ —- IF IT’S SO IMPORTANT… why don’t you find someone who CARES. ’ his words came out JUST AS HARSH as intended as he took a step closer, ‘ or, you can tell me WHY YOU NEED ME.’
“It’s called style. Well, style, and having close to twenty suits you rarely wear anymore. I prefer jeans and a cheep shirt more often than not.”
“For the record, I really don’t care about… pretty much anyone. Just a little warning.” Or, rather, he didn’t care about most people as they didn’t really interest him, but that was quite frankly…. besides the point.
“ well, you’re really right, it doesn’t. they don’t give a damn anymore, apparently. ” a twitch of his lips, a tilt of the chin as he gives the other a look up and down. “ and hey, it’s not my judgement that matters anymore, buddy boy. i don’t care anymore either. and i’m guessing you know who i am, since you found me. ”
“ no one ever does these days. humans, demons, and even things in-between are usually idiots. not to mention the lack of respect or even hygiene.” among other things, but that was besides the point,“ then again, the world has gone down hill.”
“either way, i know a bit. not as much as a person who would have spent their entire childhood at sunday school, but i’m sure you could fill me in on the parts i don’t know.” there was a shrug, “or something like that.”
“That’s not a threat. It’s a promise.” If he had any other options here, he certainly wouldn’t have been working with a demon– and he’s still not particularly pleased about the arrangement at all. Angels and demons don’t work together. Demons are abominations, and that particular opinion isn’t about to change anytime soon. But Castiel knows that if he tries to get out of this on his own, it’s not going to end well. For the time being, he’s going to have to swallow some of his pride while keeping his wits about him. “I’m still an angel. So I suggest you continue not to try anything.”
“It’s a promise now?” He couldn’t help, but to roll his eyes at that, “Well, good for you,” he replied sarcastically, “Maybe you should say a few more of them.” In truth, Ky’lar shouldn’t have been so harsh on Castiel, but as the facts stood, he was an Angel, and Ky was a demon. Getting along or even working together ( for any length of time ) wasn’t going to happen easily…. even if they were stuck in this, “In the meantime, you can make a promise to find a way to get us out of this situation, yes?”
“You’re cute a-” Jo paused a hand covering her mouth as a hiccup escaped her lips unexpectedly. The hiccup turned into a laugh as the blonde grabbed a hold of the bottle of whiskey she had been drinking. “still cute.”
“i’m also everyone’s type.” he mused out, “not to mention, i have a very nice hotel room – it’s loaded with whiskey by the way, and a free night.” ky may have been a demon, but he still couldn’t resist giving someone a good time. even if that someone was actually a hunter, “so, let’s see how cute i can be behind closed doors.”
Hellfirebound 