huntresscaraquinn

[huntresscaraquinn]

#;;here my heart knows calm;; #books

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Cara offered her a small smile, “I’m always in danger - sort of part of the job description. And don’t get me wrong, I go wherever my cases lead me, I want to protect any and all innocents. But now that we’ve gotten to know one another a little bit better, now that I know what you’re doing? I want to help. I want to make sure that you’re protected. You have a right to feel safe - to be safe, even if they don’t understand that. So anytime you’re even the slightest bit worried, you call. I’d rather you be overcautious than take any chances.” She lightly squeezed her hands in return, agreeing, “No, they’re not. But the women in my family are known for being incredibly stubborn, much to my poor father’s chagrin. These hunters have no idea who they’ve picked a fight with.” A beat passed before she added, “With that being said, I think we need to move. If they realize a hunter is helping you, the first place they’re going to check is a motel; it’s the first place I’d check, it’s just what we all tend to gravitate towards. So we need to go somewhere else, somewhere we can lie low while I come up with a plan to stop them.”

Still, she was uneasy in Cara's company - despite her assurance that she, too, was different. She would never feel comfortable with a hunter, regardless of how many times they reassured her that she was not their desired prey. Hunters could change their minds just as easy as anyone else, couldn't they?

And yet, as Cara slowly reached for her hands she did not pull away and she glanced up to meet her gaze with obvious shock in her expression at the other's promise. "Oh. Well, thank you...but I don't want you to be in danger because of me." She was sure that Cara could take care of herself, but against a pair of hunters, eager to capture her? They were like dogs with the scent of their prey, they would not give up until Kiara was theirs.

"They're not going to stop easily," she warned, chewing on her bottom lip, but gratefully squeezing their joint hands.

#apurekindness

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#This is how I picture Cara every morning before Analiese 🥺 #;;thoughts i’ve learned to hide so well;;

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“Says the man who always seems to know what he’s doing,” Cara replied with a tired smile in return, “And effortlessly, might I add. But I am trying, and I feel the same way - I’m okay as long as I get to be with you.” It would probably never cease to be astounding to her that, even after she’d told him about her entire past, he did want to be with her. She would probably always be waiting for that moment when the other shoe dropped - or, at least, she’d be waiting for it for a long time. And yet, she’d been with Ross long enough to know he was almost as stubborn as she was. Almost. So if he was saying yes now, if he was saying he wanted to be with her now even after everything he’d heard, he wasn’t likely to change his mind. She was amazed by him, she wasn’t worthy of him, she would never stop being grateful for him, but most of all... She loved him so, so much. And the relief that she felt knowing he loved her, too, was indescribable. “...No, no, I, uh, I have to get my camisole off and that’s - that’s basically my undergarment so... Take your time. I’ll let you know when I’m fully-clothed...”

Cara shook her head, “That’s not what I mean - it’s not about having two different work lives, it’s about having a home life and a work life. I have never had a home life that has involved being this... intimate with anyone. I, obviously, have no idea what I’m doing, but I know that I love you. I know that I want to continue forward, I just don’t always know what that means, or how to cross certain... bridges, but I am trying. Because even after everything that’s happened, I still want to come home to Nampara and to you...” She trailed off as Ross insisted that she didn’t need to get anything, slowly and carefully helping her to sit back down on the couch. “...Why don’t you just grab the whole bag that way you don’t have to keep going back and forth? And I can pick out what I need? And what do you mean - are you worried I’m going to pass out? Because I told you, it takes a lot more than this to make me pass out...” She had years of experience to know exactly what her limits were, not to mention the signs that told her it was coming. And she didn’t feel like she was going to pass out, she was just exhausted. Past the point of it. But she could deal with that, and did so regularly.

#adsagsona

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“Wow, a doctor,” Cara softly spoke as she started to wrap his hand, “And a caring one at that. You must be so proud of the woman that you raised.” She knew his family was no longer with him, as her own was no longer with her, so she also knew you never stopped being proud of them. Or loving them. Or missing them. Or a myriad of other things. Which was why she chose to speak of his pride in the present tense. “Don’t count out my tea-making skills. Years of practice - even if it is instant. And I’ll look it up, but my guess is it’s not within walking distance; not much in this town is. It’s all right, I don’t mind anyway. Just tell me what time, and I’ll make sure you’re there.” As for his question about his pelt, she shook her head, “No, not yet. But there’s a lot of information in here and... I don’t know, his note said this journal held every detail about you, but he also warned me to never give the pelt to you. So maybe he didn’t share that information because he didn’t think I would need to know - or should know. Or maybe he thought you’d get your hands on the journal somehow and find out for yourself.”

He hesitated but then looked down at the crappy way he was wrapping his hand and took a breath holding it out to her. "My youngest was a doctor... she..." he scrunched up his face in order to hold back the tears taking a breath "She used to do this sort of stuff for me, even though she knew I was gonna heal when I slept" "Well... uh... guess it can't hurt... probably not gonna help me actually sleep though" he says "yeah... a ride would be good.... especially if it's very far from here" he says leaning back in his chair. "you uh see anything in Jacobs notes about where my pelt might be?"

#skallagrimulfhedinn

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The Garden of Adonis–Amoretta and Time, 1887 by John Dickson Batten (English, 1860–1932)

#;;here my heart knows calm;; #john dickson batten #The Garden of Adonis–Amoretta and Time

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“For the record, I don’t think that’s what would happen if you went back to Heaven. Look what you did for us. For the world. And we all have issues of all different kinds. I’m not pressing you to talk about them, but if you ever want to, I’m here. However, just for clarification, when this conversation ends... what do I call you? Do I go back to calling you Loki? Is that what’s safest for you?” She then watched a pizza appear on the table, which he covered in chocolate syrup and candy before he started to eat it. “...Do all angels have tastebuds that are different from humans, or is this unique to you? Because I love a good pepperoni pizza as much as the next girl - can’t imagine putting chocolate syrup and candy on it, though.” As for her lying to him, she shook her head, “I haven’t. Everything I’ve told you has been the truth. Every single word. You talked about your family, and I talked about the loss of mine. You talked about your place in the Apocalypse, and I talked about my place in it. And you don’t want to go into details, and neither do I. Mostly because I... I never have. I’m not even sure I could.”

"Can we stop talking about my fucked up life... Yeah ok I got daddy issues and big brother issues alright, and probably some anger issues to, but there's no changing it. Dad's gone, My brothers are in the cage and heaven... well even if I went back I would just fuck everything up" he says shaking his head "So rather not talk about it." he says snapping his fingers and making a pizza feast appear on the table. He takes a slice covering it in chocolate syrup and M&M's before taking a bite. "Yeah I don't believe you, I think your lying to me... witch is particularly offensive after you just pried me open like a cooked clam to look at all my angely goo" he says laying back on the couch. "Tell me the truth, you owe me"

#jacksmuses

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#Aaaand that’s why she doesn’t like to sleep. #;;thoughts i’ve learned to hide so well;;

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Continued from here:

@firejugglinghobo

Dustfinger dropped his gaze, and despite how dark it was, Cara could hear him crying. A mixture of sounds. Relief. Gratefulness. Sadness. And she very slowly and very gently reached for his hand, murmuring, “It’s okay. It’s all right. You’re not alone anymore. I don’t know how long you’ve carried this burden, how long you’ve been afraid of - of someone finding out the truth, of being outed as a liar or a lunatic, but you are none of the above. You are a man who has been through a horrible trauma. And I’m sorry for it.” He was then apologizing, and she shook her head, “You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I’m honored that you were willing to take a chance and share the truth with me. And I’m willing to tell you whatever you want to know, but first I’d like to understand why you think there’s no hope. Why you believe you can’t return to your home and your family.”

#firejugglinghobo

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He picked up the med kit and sat down at the table with her, attempting to wrap his broken hand, and Cara couldn’t stop herself from offering, “May I? I’m not a doctor, but doing the job that I do, it sort of forces you to learn how to put yourself back together as best as possible. Unless it makes you uncomfortable, unless you prefer to do it yourself, which I would totally understand...” He had been with Jacob longer than she had been with Analiese, but being touched by other people still wasn’t the easiest of things for her, let alone when she was in a vulnerable position. “Not a problem. And I’m sorry, I know it’s a hunting cliche, but I don’t drink. I can make you a cuppa, though. Might help you to relax a bit so you can rest. And I do not, but a quick internet search can take care of that. Did you need a ride as well? I don’t mind.”

He nods taking the cloths and pulling on a pair that fit well enough in the bathroom before coming out. He grabbed the med kit and sat down at the table. "I only heal when I'm unconscious and I have a hard time sleeping" he says as he starts to wrap up his broken hand as best he can. "Thanks for letting me have the bed, I will try to make use of it... course if you have any booze I wouldn't mind drinking till I pass out" he says shaking his head a bit. "You know where the Lorretta's diner is in this town, that's where I'm supposed to meet my lawyer in the morning" he says

#skallagrimulfhedinn

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#;;here my heart knows calm;; #art

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Cara nodded in understanding, “Sort of how it is with hunters and supernatural creatures. We spend so much time taking on the worst of the worst, we forget that not all creatures are the same. That there can be shades of grey, just like with humans.“ He then explained that he ran away, but he wasn’t sure that they would let him back in Heaven even if he hadn’t officially been kicked out. “...You see it as running away, and maybe it was for a while. But if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been in the position that you were to help us.” As for him insisting that he didn’t believe her, and that she wasn’t the type, it led to him questioning why she’d want Lucifer freed when she wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t evil. Then he point-blank asked if she was possessed and, thanks to years of practice, she managed to keep her features schooled. “I gave you my answer. I made a choice.”

"Yeah...well the winchesters had a lot to do with that... I think they kind of... reminded me of the good in humanity witch can get hard to see when your focused on dealing out just desserts all the time" he says shrugging a little bit.

"Fallen... no more like.... ran away, not that they would probably let me back in upstairs but I also didn't get kicked out or anything." He says shrugging "yeah well if there's one thing I have it's brains" he says

"I don't belive you... your not the type... why would you want Lucifer out of the cage? Your not stupid and your not evil so what? Were you possessed?"

#jacksmuses

[huntresscaraquinn]

Denise Levertov, from O Taste and See: New Poems; "The Old Adam,"

#;;thoughts i’ve learned to hide so well;;

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“I slept? For a while?” Cara asked. She didn’t even remember laying down. But this hunt had required a lot of research, and that meant days without sleep, and she must’ve pushed herself past the point of exhaustion - even more so than usual. Because normally she didn’t like to sleep around other people and, if she had no other options, did nothing longer than a catnap or two. “For the record, I rarely know the day of the week, let alone the date, let alone the month. But I’m good with years.” She offered her a small smile at that, scrubbing a hand over her face before shaking her head, “You don’t have to do that. I can just grab something when I hit the road again.”

@huntresscaraquinn asked: what night is it? from the interview with the vampire meme

concern fills her features for a moment as her wary eyes look over cara once again... as if there might be something obvious that she had missed in regards to an injury. then again, jody could be worrying over something that was nothing more than the younger hunter knocking out some of her sleep debt. ❝ its april eighth my dear. sleep that hard? -- i've been there. you know you rested really well when you wake up and question what year it is. ❞

❝ i'm about to start making dinner. you have any preferences? gotta have a good meal after a tough case. ❞

#bleakfated #How can you not love Jody? #Is it even possible?

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Cara did her best to keep her eyes on the road, to afford him as much privacy while being together in a small space as one could. Then when he was off the phone, he asked if he could bunk with her for the night, and she nodded her head in reassurance, “Of course. You can take the bed, and I’ll take the couch. For one, you’re taller than me, and for another it’s less of a couch and more of a loveseat; way easier for me to sleep on than you. Not that I sleep a lot. I tend to be on my laptop - will that keep you up?” After that, they were in the room and Cara thinking ahead - and desperately trying to avoid a situation that would leave her a blushing, rambling, fumbling mess - stacked up the clothes she’d gotten for him outside of the bathroom door. She also made a point of keeping her back to said door so that when he opened it, she simply replied, “I left them by the door. There’s still food for you, too, if you want it. And medical supplies if you need them. I wasn’t sure how fast you healed...”

He pulled out one of her burner phones and dialed a number. After a few minutes he was on the phone with his lawyer who was arranging to meet him. He gave the town and set a meeting for the next day as that was the soonest the lawyer could get out to the more remote town.

Skallagrim had just finished his call. "Think I could bunk with you for the night?" He asks

When they got to the hotel he headed straight for the bathroom finding scissors and a razor he cut his hair down to a shorter length and shaved his itchy overgrown and filthy beard before getting in the shower. He wound up sobbing in the shower for awhile as he felt himself finally feeling human again.

When he came out he looked like a different person. "I feel better... still got those cloths?"

#skallagrimulfhedinn

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#;;here my heart knows calm;; #kazuo ishiguro #never let me go

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“It didn’t work,” Cara replied with a light laugh and a shake of her head. “And I would love to do that. I don’t own a lot - it’s mostly supplies for my job, as you well know - but a portion of those supplies go towards organization. So I have the perfect paper for charting, and planning, and I have tabs, and highlighters, and... Yes, that’s my sister’s voice I hear in my head, telling me that I am a giant nerd.” Another laugh escaped her lips before she agreed, “But you’re right, I’m sure I’ll have to factor in Hendy and how she wants things done as well.” As for him allowing her to be the judge of where they should get tea because he didn’t drink a lot of it, she smiled at him, “Yet. You don’t drink a lot of it yet. And you’ll have to point out the places that sell it, and then I can narrow it down from there. Usually - not always, but usually - it’s the smaller places that make it properly. Family-owned cafes vs. chains, that sort of thing.” He then pointed out the pet store, and talked about getting all of that sorted first before tea, and she responded, “That’s where you’ll take the lead. When it comes to all of this, I’m utterly lost. At this point, I know she’s a kitten who loves belly rubs and apparently my flannel shirt. That’s it.”

“You don’t have to say it with a serious face,” Cara replied with a small smile of her own, “I know it’s ridiculously obvious. And I’m not saying my life pre-supernatural world was perfect, that everything was in my control; it was most definitely not. However, comparatively? I miss the days of worrying about how I was going to continue saving up money for my next two degrees, while paying for my apartment, while trying not to buy everything in the antique bookstore I was working at. But those sorts of things could be solved with charts - I love a good chart - and organization. The majority of my life now can’t.” The supernatural world was an entirely different beast - no pun intended - and as she’d told him, expecting the unexpected and never being prepared enough were just par for the course. Then she was getting out of the car, a laugh escaping her lips when he said that her fumbling and blushing were a part of her charm, “Oh, well then, I’m one of the most charming people on the planet.” After that, she was nodding in agreement at his plan, especially the bit about getting tea before going back, but she pointed at him with her free hand, “All right, but nowhere that will try to fool me into believing that instant is a proper cuppa. I can taste - no, I can smell that lie a mile away.”

#adsagsona