open post 2025

[impractical]

leave a starter or prompt; happy to plot first via pm or plurk.
muselist here.
spoilers and nsfw possible, will mark in tls.


wip list of tropes and stuff i pretty much always want to play:

• lotus-eater situation, aka "you're living your perfect life and don't realize it's killing you!"
• pining! you know the hand flex gif from p&p? of course you do
• vampires...
• misunderstandings between people who have feelings for each other, i.e. thinking one of them is interested in someone else and it comes to a head in heated admissions of Feelings
• slow burn over a psl
• ALL the h/c, whether one or two-sided
• fwiw some of my favorite bstreet memes are morning after, train to the afterlife, drunk meme, find them dying, and insomnia
• text is always going to be a yes from me dawg
• classics: only one bed, huddle for warmth
• amnesia???

 

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[magike]

( her eyes close, and though rowena leans slightly back, she doesn't yet move. her body thrums as his blood works through her, her senses relaxing. he'll notice it first in her expression, a calm swimming over her again, and when rowena opens her eyes again, the look she gives him is much softer-- no longer a hungry vampire, just the friend he knows )

Much.

( she slides gently from his lap, raising a finger to get him to wait for a minute as she disappears into the adjoining bathroom (don't question it). her face is cleaned of his blood when she returns, leaning over him to dab his neck clean, wiping away any trace of what had just happened.

well, the traces she can touch, anyway )

It's been a long time since-- I'm not usually as wrapped up in something. I don't need to feed so often, but I know when I need to.

( she's old, she figured all of this out centuries ago, and how to use her magic to make it easier )

I'm sorry that it got to this, as grateful as I am to you, Samuel.

( but she's also going to make sure to be even more vigilant now-- she can't feed from him again, they can't let it be a habit. as nice a habit as it would be )

[ofletters]

[ Honestly, he's relieved when she opens her eyes and seems every bit the Rowena that he knows. Sam himself draws a deep inhale, exhale, bobbing his head in a curt nod at her assessment. ]

Good. [ And he means it. He's even more relieved when she slips off his lap and disappears into the bathroom, using the unobserved moment to compose himself again. Even with the door closed and locked, the younger Winchester casts an anxious look in that direction, swallowing hard.

Probably not healthy that he's still worried about his brother bursting through the door even now, but, well. Their lives aren't healthy, or normal, and Dean's never exactly had respect for Sam's privacy.

When Rowena appears again, now blood-free, he manages to crack a smile. ]

You shouldn't apologize, [ He's quick to say, as he gets to his feet. ] I mean, it was my idea. Not like you pushed me into anything. [ Ahem. ] Just, uh...figured it'd be...easier.

[ Nicer, than having her need to go out to the bar to find someone who'd suit her needs. Besides, it'd just been the once, right? What's the harm?

Sam hovers. ]

...I've still gotta get something, though. To eat. [ There's a breathy chuckle as he cants his head toward the door. ] Keep me company?