#handgiven

[eyeless-smiles]

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@handgiven

the angel can feel a slight change in the air as soon as it happens. he doesn't have time to ponder it for too long, however, as there comes a sharp knock at the door. most of emmanuel's friends know to just come in -- or knock and then come in, optimally, considering that more often than not, the door knows to open to those that have been here previously. having been repotting plants, he heads to the kitchen to wash his hands, while calling out ever so gently: "just a moment!"

he's wiping his hands upon his trousers still as he reaches the door and opens it, to see a nightmare wearing a cheshire grin. the corinthian's hey is almost like a threat, but emmanuel supposes once again, that he simply doesn't know any better and so, out of habit, he leans against the doorframe, staring up at the other here, this once enjoying the fact that the other is not surrounded by the pervasive stench of blood.

"well. hello there. how did you... what brings you in these parts?" he can't help wondering about the safety of his neighbours. it was one thing to go in the other's trail and save the fragmented souls he leaves behind, it's a whole other thing to serve him his own neighbour upon the silver platter just because he got the other's attention.

Enamel flashes with ill intent. A smile laced with the promise of unfathomable horror. Covered over nicely with a thin veil of charismatic charm. He can hear the confusion in the Angel's voice. The need for answers. The concern laced in the small intricacies of his tone.

The Corinthian is sure that out of any that could arrive at their door, the Nightmare is probably the lowest on the Angel's list of desired visitors.

The monster leans a shoulder against the same doorframe Emmanuel rests upon. Shortening the space between them.

"You've been avoiding me, Angel." The Nightmare notes in a low, amused tone. Blond locks tilting as obscured maws study the others face for any hint of emotion. Any ounce of fear or uncertainty flashing across his features.

Without waiting for an invite, the Nightmare sets a hand upon the door and brushes by Emmanuel to step into their abode.

[soulmissed]

@handgiven: don’t think you haven’t lived long enough to have a story to tell.

memes, accepting

the wooden bench was teal and rickety. auggie, legs angled toward a halfway forward lean, thumbs pad of finger across his nose. knit beanie, tugged over tiny ears. diamond quilt jacket, baling skin-and-bone form.

emmanuel and the kid spy their world going going going upon its axis. (business suit man, throat clearing, briefcase. mother, seafoam fingernails to her cellphone – hugs and kisses, mijo. teenager in a trapper hat, callow crow laughter, knuckles toward friend’s head.)

a moment’s standstill. a squiggle smile between cherub cheeks.

“ but i’m just a kid. ” young auggie acknowledges. “ and a kids’ stories ain’t taken too seriously. ”

[helltechnicality]

@handgiven + starter call

fear lances through the ghost like lightning as his attempt to phase through the wall fails. edwin has many fears from his days in hell but iron walls? the idea of being trapped? he does not care for it. it reminds him that he is once again unable to control where he is. he is not free. charles is out there somewhere possibly harmed. but he also knew the other boy would come for him. but he also is not alone. another figure is inside this apparent prison for ghosts. " now, forgive me if i am assuming the worst as i am told i often do but did you put me in this prison? or are you trapped as i am? "

[mostunwantedfbi]

@handgiven liked for a sentence starter!

"So about the book of Revelations thing: how much of it is actually going to come to pass? Do you know?"

[qapsiel]

@handgiven in response to broken hearts

                                CASTIEL FEELS HIMSELF GROW IMPATIENT because it doesn't seem like Emmanuel understood him, or maybe he did, and Castiel is just unable to see it. "Not — earth," he explains. "Did someone ever actively break your heart; an angel, a human, or—" He stops short because he didn't expect the question to come back and bite him in his own ass, as the saying goes, but here it is, lingering in the space between them.

                                Castiel looks away. Unbidden, the image of Dean pops up in his head. You can't stay here. Being cast out by whom he considered friends, family even, during the hardest time of his life. The sole reason he's here with Emmanuel, to begin with. Is that heartbreak? It feels like it; it's like an invisible fist is clenched around the pump in your chest and just squeezes, squeezes, squeezes all the time. It's so much. "I suppose so," he answers eventually, still not looking at Emmanuel.

[butlerbarrow]

☕ honestly genuinely would love to hear a tiny rant about this new gardener-- i mean who the hell does he think he is, why is he Like That, what are his ulterior motives--

it's o'brien that prompts this particular outburst. meeting her outside at their usual smoking spot, she greets him with a teasing ❝ you're looking rather serious and broody. ❞

❝ that new gardener. I don't like him. ❞ thomas grumbled, stealing a smoke from her, striking up a match to light it and taking a long drag. ❝ there's just something... off about him. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's startin' to get on my nerves... he's just always off in his own little world, very... bohemian. you know, the other day I caught him inside the house? what business does he have being indoors? he's part of the grounds staff, for god's sake. he could be trailing all sorts of mud and filth in, and if he gets his grubby hands all over the family's things who pays the price? we do. I don't want my head on the chopping block because some idiot gardener thinks it's okay to do whatever he wants. apparently, he was going to do something with the flowers inside but I told him to beat it, of course. the maids are capable of watering a few houseplants. there are rules, you know that, I know that, we all do. if you're going to break them, at least don't get bloody caught. ❞ there's a pause as the under butler takes another long drag, blowing a cloud of smoke in a heavy exhale.

❝ he was far too nice about it as well. he's always just... too nice. it's odd. he's just... odd. you'll see what I mean, always talking nonsense. I don't trust it, to be honest... he's got to be up to something and I want to find out what it is. ❞

send ☕ for my muse to rant about something in character

@handgiven ~ yesss, thomas bitching about the new guy. I love it.

[lcngdays-arc]

@handgiven from [ here ]

Blue eyes flicked over to the other, and a heavy sigh is heaved. Angel pushed his long, blonde hair over one shoulder before he began to run his slender fingers through it.

"Emmanuel." He chided, patient, but only barely. "You are not listening to me, dear. Or... Perhaps you just don't understand? There is light in me. Something righteous. And I need to spread it with the world. I need people to understand."

Angel tks softly.

"I need them all to understand."

[amischiefofmuses]

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[dandylionsden]

@handgiven

"oh, um—" randy's lips purse, his shoulders raised and his hands curled into fists. there's a simple, polite shake of his head and he briefly meets emmanuel's gaze, looking mortified to be taking up space. "no, that's okay." SURE, he just got splashed with water from a truck speeding through a puddle on the side of the road. randy just wipes his face off with the back of his hand.

"you don't, uh— you don't have to help. thank you!! but it's okay."

[shilohgreen]

"maybe. maybe we can just stay inside. today. just today. cuddle. maybe." // @handgiven (x)

"is that what you want?" their morning tea is still steeping and already, the world is too large for them both. will crosses to where his partner sits and he rests himself against the nearest surface. a kiss to the tip of emmanuel's nose and a kiss to his lips. "you won't hear complaints from me. the dogs will need to go outside, but we don't have to."

[eyeless-smiles]

handgiven asked: ❗❗❗ kissing the top of the nightmare's head for no reason other than em already kissed the cat on the head in passing and didn't want cori to feel left out

Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

To say the Nightmare is silently stunned would be an understatement. He's stopped moving entirely. Warmth bristles across his skin like he's been caressed by sunlight, all emanating from the spot where Emmanuel's lips had pressed to his head. The Corinthian blinks after a few immobile seconds, casts a glance at the Angel, then another towards the cat.

He manages to shrug his shoulders towards the purring animal. As if he had been asked to explain what the hell had just happened.

"He just does stuff like that. Don't ask me why."

Though in the privacy of his mind, he decides he quite likes the affection.

@handgiven

[soulmissed]

@handgiven: ‘ how do you like being here? ’

memes, accepting

soil mucks the boy’s palms. grass stains blemish the knees of his blue jeans. (this earthly mess gave him a tender purpose. he enjoys exploring nature and dirtying his hands.) flora. greenery. abundant in quantity, colored in hues a through z. like ornate sketches found within storybook pages.

“ it’s peaceful. ” august replies, voice forthright. “ my spirit...ain’t as heavy, as hurt. ” the boy himself was at peace. that cosmic weight momentarily thrust from his tiny shoulders – restful copper eyes, boomerang smile.

[spookyagentfmulder]

Closed starter for @handgiven ⭐

It had been a week since it happened.

Ever since that fateful day, Mulder habitually returned to the site of the chance encounter. At first it was to simply sit and wait, then it was to amble about one of the trails, then finally it became his new running track of choice. He tried the same time of day. He then tried earlier in the day. When he found that no matter which time of day it was that the stranger could not be found, he simply picked a time that best suited him and hoped that one day he would catch a glimpse of the man he had known as Emmanuel.

As time passed, he became less and less hopeful that he would see this person again. As time marched on, the search drifted into the back of his mind and he lost himself to the routine of his run. Headphones pressed to his ears, Mulder jogged along to the music blasting out of his Walkman tape player. Mentally, he gripped tight to his hope, now as small as a grain of sand digging into the soft flesh of his palm.

[eritvita]

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@handgiven

Such warmth permeates through every pore and clotted cream of the sensitivities for shuttered windows, open breezes in flowing curtains and that swift of endless leaves and wilde twigs sifted near permanently into Roland's windblown hair.

The promise of that swirl of scents with fresh laundry, dark, heady tea, is coupled with a Gift of a brown, paper bag sat atop Emmanuel's table, next to the teacase and its fancy assortments, what hints at sweet treats of white chocolate and decadent tarts with berry filling; hand-scratched cookies and sugary delights, all according to those flour-dusted Adventures mixed with groupings of witches and tender elders of the glorious Olde Ways for baking. His stomach growls for one, so Roland, and smiles he at this beautification of the animal spirit: braiding hair, sliding silken strands to slip past his questing fingers, grown ragged and square.

"Hast thou seen new flowers since Last?" asks he, hushed in memorable peace. 'Tis a dewy, sleepy Quality to this air shared in serenity, fantastic tranquility of the comfort for twin beads, and it doth borne Roland's expression to reflect. He smiles warmly. "New bees, the delicate prettiness of evolving species of insects? New sights for internal starlight?"

[debtsunpaid]

BE NOT AFRAID, @handgiven!

false gods must be repudiated, but that is not all: the reasons for their existence must be sought beneath their masks.

inevitable, if undesirable, that they'd have to meet. i can't change your fate, but i can ease your suffering, had been the promise that had bought and sold john constantine to him, and then here comes the unfortunate namesake to do both. competition is unavoidable in industry, these days. can't be helped. must be handled, though.

he stands straight-backed and tall, with a placid smile that doesn't meet the gilded amber of his eyes. " you smell like hell. didn't take you as a day-trip kinda guy, but then, i wouldn't have taken you for a coward, either, not at first. so full of surprises. how long did it take you to bend your principles just to save one human's life, a day? a week? "

[qapsiel]

@handgiven in response to half-naked Emmanuel

                              EMMANUEL'S HOME IS VERY COMFY. Castiel never cared for this until he became human; now, it seems crucial to sit in a sunbeam on very soft cushions, wrapped in a comfortable and slightly too big jumper that smells of vanilla, a book in his hands. The Catcher in the Rye. He's absorbed in the story, only briefly looking up when the other angel walks through, but then he does a double-take, lowering the book. "Okay," he says slowly and without blinking. Naked skin never bothered him; Adam and Eve walked the Garden with no clothes up until they ate from the Forbidden Fruit. It's the natural state of the human body. Castiel wonders why he feels different about it now. He kind of wants to look a little longer than strictly necessary. "What did you do in the desert?"