The sense of rejection quickly followed. He couldn’t help this demon at all, again, feeling useless in these situations, but again, angels are not built to help demons. The only thing Castiel can do is just help Ky with whatever he needed. “Is there anything else I can do to help with the illness? Maybe I can go get you some supplies?” It’s the least he can do, even if he is to be rejected again, the feeling of aiding others is too strong to ignore.

he wanted to say that he was completely alright; to play it off as simply something that would go away on it’s own. the only problem was it wouldn’t — not unless he manged to fix himself properly and that could take days to get the proper ingredients needed for the spell work, 

❝ —— i should have what i need here. it won’t be a real fix… haven’t been able to find one, but should work for a few days…. just until i can get something to last longer. ❞

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TRUTH BE TOLD, she couldn’t blame skye completely. the idea of a girls night out was brilliant ! jemma was more than happy to agree with whatever was in store. that was mistake number one. had she known that bygirls night out, skye meant just the two of then and that the event was taking place at NIGHT CLUB with the two under cover – she wouldn’t have been so quick to agree.

she was unaware of what the true goal was. at first it was to loosen up then it was i have intell that some dangerous inhumans might be the owners . at this point, she was just thankful she’d worn sensible shoes.

that was part of the problem. her friend must’ve chosen THEE most crowded club; they’d gone straight from work and jemma was now aware that she was severely over dressed. not that she would’ve changed from her usual work outfit had she known, but she would’ve at least changed her shirt. crowded, sweaty people with no sense of personal space and SWEATERS did not go together.    (    despite popular belief !    )

skye is lost among the crowd. if she hadn’t known how good she was in combat, jemma might’ve been worried for her safety. no, she’s MUCH more worried for whomever tries anything. she, herself, had been dancing earlier in the night. JELLO SHOTS loosening up her usually STIFF posture. she was enjoying herself, sure, but it was still FAR too hot – and the people were starting to get louder and the club even more busy.

HI – i’m jemma. ”

she introduces herself upon him being NEAR the bar. she’s missing company, the booze making her CHATTY. her hair is sticking to her, a pony tail doing nothing to relieve the heat. “ … simmons. jemma simmons. you are   ?oh. so much for a cover, hopefully this was in fact – not a mission.

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night clubs were places he only frequented due to business reasons; sometimes he hated them, but others they could be ultimately amusing. at any-rate, this had been a slow night, and he had found himself on his eighth drink.

to some, they would have been shit-faced drunk, but to ky, he was still sober. possibly one of the side effects for what he was, and all the same, he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

though, he was caught a little off guard by her words; most would have avoided him all together and left him to his drinks. of course, that was the usual, and as it was turning out to be, this was a very unusual night.

❝ ky’lar. ❞

the man barely looked up from his drink as he took the fresh one and started to down it with out another word. to some, this would have been considered rude, but if he was going to have to be social, he might as well get as drunk as be possibly could.

❝ ky’lar richardson. ❞

granted, he could have said more; much more if he was being quite honest with himself, but ky’lar was far more focused on what he was drinking than the world around him.

           ❝ and what did that teach ya, how to torture people? most people don’t take too kindly to someone braggin about that.  ❞

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             ❝ —– patience. ❞ his lips pursed into a thin-line,

❝ among other things, it taught me patience, but torture? it wasn’t taught in there. then again, i was only dragged to hell due to a simple mistake. ❞ there was a shrug,

❝ must have skipped the torture sessions before i was allowed out. ❞      

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He just wordlessly put a thick file down on a nearby table.  “You’re on HYDRA’s radar.  I figure you can handle it, but intel wouldn’t hurt to have.”  Shane turned to leave out of respect for Ky’lar.

❝ ——— damn it. ❞ a deep sigh escaped his lips as he glanced towards the file, 

❝ seem’s they finally caught up to me, huh? ❞ not that he cared too much, but still, ky wasn’t in the mood to deal with them —- not today at least,

❝ —— how much time do i have? ❞    



❛ maybe they believe that they should be revered for what they are doing… for saving people.bt i think they got into the wrong business in that case. most people are too freaked ot to even say thank you after you save them… which is completely understandable. not only did they just stare death in the face, they are realizing that monsters are all around them. ❜

sometimes, it was hard for raisa to justify killing monsters, bt she knew there wasn’t much she could do otherwise. capturing them would be dangerous and costly to have something to keep them locked up… and overall a fruitless endeavor, considering how many of them were just too far gone from their humanity.
❛ i’m sorry you feel so targeted. ❜

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❛ most just want to forget the events, but i’ve always been targeted. it’s just what happens. ❜ though, the bad part of the situation was that no matter what he did, there would always be someone after him. some days it was much worse than others, but all the same, ky knew that they wouldn’t stop coming, 

❛ even if i could change things, they would still want my head —- most want it on a pike, but… it’s easier to fight than run most days.  ❜ 

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though she has no right to judge him, she can’t help doing it anyway. he’d told her it would come to this and she’d known when he’d said it that it was the truth. she’d accepted it and still welcomed him, barely a second of hesitation on whether or not she even should. no one ever stuck around for long and at least he was honest from the start. and yet..despite all of that she’s almost disappointed. a part of her had expected they’d get to this point much later or through different circumstances than simply her being able to see through this act he puts on. the truth is he cares a lot more than he lets on and she’s too observant not to see it. ❝it’s always been complicated Ky, that’s not an excuse.❞ whatever they are or had been to each other, it hasn’t ever been simple. if it was then she would know how to define this feeling she has knowing it’s about to end. anger’s close enough and even that wasn’t quite adequate. ❝I knew we’d get here but I didn’t think it’d happen this soon.❞

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the warnings were given to soften the blow; he ran as it was easier than facing his feelings and it would keep the both of them save. though, the reality of the matter was that he could have stayed every time. he just ended up choosing to run away — to leave everything behind so he wouldn’t have to face his emotions. sadly, the possibility of actually leaving this time was fading, and far too quickly for his liking. a reason to why he folded both of his arms firmly across his chest, 

❝ ——– yeah. neither did i.❞ maybe he should have said more : attempted to at least explain why he wanted to leave, but instead, he just took a few steps back, 

❝ i just….i don’t know what this is anymore. ❞

“Or normal will change. That sometimes happens too. People forget. Something else becomes more important.” It was amazing the things people could overlook so long as it didn’t directly affect them. Not that she was much better. But at least she could admit that.

Sif hesitated at that. She saw herself as good, of course, but how hard did she actually try? How much did she enjoy it? She liked fighting, she lived for it, but that was not the same as being good. She could justify that it was all for a good cause, a good reason, but that wasn’t the same as being good.

“The right choices aren’t always the easiest. Or the simplest. Most people fall somewhere in between. It takes dedication to be truly good, or even attempt it. And yes, one mistake can discount a lifetime of good. I don’t think that means we should give up, though.”

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❝ between you and me? i’d take the side of tyrants and menaces than anyone else. ❞ and he had, several times over in-fact, but that never meant he was let off easy. the game he played was dangerous, even much more than he would admit, but all the same, it was one that he enjoyed.

❝ ‘course, even the so called ‘villains’ are their own heroes. ❞ that was one way to put it —- they always believed what they were doing was ultimately right. he could relate, but not entirely — morality was always something that seemed to be lost on him. 

❝ though, in truth? i’m not what anyone could call good —- not in the slightest.❞      

” Don’t resent me. “

          Ky’lar NEVER thought he would hear those words from Magneto of all people.  After-all,, his stay was only TEMPORARY, and he made sure to EMPHASIZE that fact OFTEN. If he had a CHOICE in the matter, he would have STAYED permanently, but REALITY showed OTHERWISE.

          If he stayed, it would make matters WORSE for the Brotherhood, and that would lead to MORE problems. They wouldn’t just be up against their USUAL enemies , but against the more DEMONIC sort that would ULTIMATELY lead to a CHOICE that Ky’lar wasn’t ready to make.

          Though, as it was, part of him KNEW that he would HAVE to move on, and it was already CLEAR that the DATE was moving closer. Eventually, he would be DRAGGED back to the one PLACE that he RAN from, and there would be no way to STOP it. 

          Well, not with out SEVERAL calculated RISKS that could ULTIMATELY either leave him POWERLESS or DEAD. A reason to why he hadn’t planned on BRINGING up the option —- something he DEEPLY  regretted

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          ❛ I don’t….. I just CAN’T go back nor CAN I take the RISKS of staying here either. ❜