#[*returned to roots; morrell verse*]

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“…respectfully? Fuck Halloween, let it be September for once without bringing up that accursed holiday-“

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….

*Sad clown honk*.

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[ sword ] sender takes an attack with a sword meant for receiver

(Lady Gabe for Mor maybe?)

“Shit… shit.. Gabe.. Gabe! I got you, you’re okay, it’s gonna be fine…”

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“Dad… dad no-“ cue the soft swallow. “Don’t do it, dad, do not go down that road-“

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“….end it… just end it… Please, just end it.. Stop.. letting me… hurt them…” he mumbled. He’s.. not talking to anyone, at least.. nobody that anyone can see externally. Mainly the side of him still banging away, chipping away at his mind, but also to anyone that can hear him. He’s not even sure if he’s really here right now… he just knows… it’s all his fault.

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Well… the final straw was apparently made of glass, shattering to pieces as the horseman side takes full control, leaving nothing in his wake… but destruction, debris following wherever he goes. It’s time for this horseman to ride alone.

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“…See, this shit right here is exactly why my dad scares me. Jesus-“

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Looks like a certain Brummie’s skipping right over thanksgiving and hanging the Christmas lights-

…followed by a dork of a demon rustling all the Christmas bell decorations.

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He’s not too keen on seeing Lucifer on dash… even if it is Luci pretending to be Sam. That still makes his skin crawl…

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Poor boy’s stuck in bed again. The reason this time? BOY’S A CLUMSY DUMBASS-

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One can say Mor is… very not pleased to have his body and powers placed inside an amulet. In fact he is very much grumbling angrily from its confines.

Meanwhile Sham here is very much enjoying being able to settle back into his human ways, sleeping, eating, all of it, all without magic.

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He’s watching. Waiting. Not sure what for, but…

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“…wait a second, BRANOC CYNFRAN DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY BROTHER-“

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"K-Killi.... what... what's going on here?" (Not Gabe stumbling upon Mor and a certain dead angel)

“….It’s my fault..” Mor breathed out, visibly shaken, trembling.. and still tightly clutching Cal’s hand.

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“Excuse you both, I’m the better Panikos.” Cue the glare.

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“OH GODS, GABRIEL NO-“

Gabriel yes.