Highlander, Methos + author's choice(s), 5 times he's pruned the Watchers' organization (and the time he utterly destroys it and all evidence it ever was)
Supernatural, Sam (+ Dean), "I could have been a princess, you'd be a king // Could have had a castle and worn a ring // But no, you let me go" {Princess Of China, Coldplay}
Pacific Rim / Supernatural, any, When heaven and hell were sealed, they lost their ability to take vessels. Now demons and angels come in their true from.
Welcome to Night Vale, Cecil/Carlos, while certainly a somewhat odd specimen, Cecil is in fact a perfectly ordinary human being. Carlos, on the other hand...
Will looks into Hannibal's eyes and he knows. More than that, he becomes.
There is a reason that he avoids eye contact as best he can, always, since he was very young, since before he even knew how unusual his particular way of seeing things really is.
Will sees feels is. The monster slithers into his skin and in that moment he can't tell them apart. It seems only right to reach out to the other, draw him close, kiss and bite his mouth bloody.
Later, he still can't tell them apart, as they tangle together physically as well as mentally. He is a monster sharing a bed with a monster, marking him and being marked by him.
Later still, he feels the chill of a scalpel ghosting over his throat, and he knows just how the final cut shall be made if he doesn't play his hand just right.
"I see you," he whispers. "I'm curious." And he licks blood from his lips, slow and obscene. "Your mind is fascinating."
He still can't tell them apart. He doesn't even really know which of them is speaking.
Perhaps the other knows, because he chuckles low and moves the scalpel away, just a little. "Let me show you."
This is the way to live, bound together by blood and murder, another layer of curiosity and entertainment. The ravenstag is circling, moving closer, and it is him and he knows what he will do.
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Date: 2013-07-27 05:12 am (UTC)Highlander, Methos + author's choice(s), 5 times he's pruned the Watchers' organization (and the time he utterly destroys it and all evidence it ever was)
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Date: 2013-07-27 05:13 am (UTC)Highlander, Methos, but for me, it was Tuesday
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Date: 2013-07-27 05:13 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Highlander, Kronos + Loki, when Loki falls from the Bifrost, he lands at Kronos’ feet
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Date: 2013-07-27 05:14 am (UTC)Dark Knight Rises/Highlander, Methos + Bane, oh, the things he could do with this one (Kronos would've salivated at the thought)
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Date: 2013-07-27 05:15 am (UTC)Highlander/Greek myth, Methos+ Pegasus, Death on a Horse
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Date: 2013-07-27 06:02 am (UTC)I'm not in love
But the sex is good
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Date: 2013-07-27 08:18 am (UTC)sees feels is
Date: 2013-07-27 08:39 am (UTC)There is a reason that he avoids eye contact as best he can, always, since he was very young, since before he even knew how unusual his particular way of seeing things really is.
Will sees feels is. The monster slithers into his skin and in that moment he can't tell them apart. It seems only right to reach out to the other, draw him close, kiss and bite his mouth bloody.
Later, he still can't tell them apart, as they tangle together physically as well as mentally. He is a monster sharing a bed with a monster, marking him and being marked by him.
Later still, he feels the chill of a scalpel ghosting over his throat, and he knows just how the final cut shall be made if he doesn't play his hand just right.
"I see you," he whispers. "I'm curious." And he licks blood from his lips, slow and obscene. "Your mind is fascinating."
He still can't tell them apart. He doesn't even really know which of them is speaking.
Perhaps the other knows, because he chuckles low and moves the scalpel away, just a little. "Let me show you."
This is the way to live, bound together by blood and murder, another layer of curiosity and entertainment. The ravenstag is circling, moving closer, and it is him and he knows what he will do.