(2013) open rp post

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permanent open rp post

new year, new post.
❧ select one of my characters (or one that you know I play but isn't on the list)
❧ leave a prompt: pictures work best; lyrics, scenarios of your own creation, etc.
❧ reply as many times as you want.
❧ the apocalypse finally happens.

❧ please note that I am extremely backtag friendly and will be backtagging these threads until the cows come home. and I'm always really eager to do things even if this post is found months after it's posted. also lol sometimes i may take a bit to get to them since some characters are harder for me to think up things and require some canon review! sorry for the wait, i'll make you a vegemite sandwich in the interim.

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piper. surpriseeeeee.

[iusti]

have a mid-s4 piper, no leo whoo

[molecules]

[ dean's mad, which is understandable. piper'd be mad, too, if it were her. but he doesn't understand, not like she does, that she had done it in order to protect him. this was the only way she could, what with him banning her from ever taking part in their hunts again — she'd gotten hurt, on the verge of death (what's new?) and, for some reason, it'd spooked him like she'd never seen him before. ]

[ she cast the spell without his knowledge — or anyone else's. but, of course, with every spell that had even an inch of personal gain, the consequences that followed were big and heavy. ]

[ she'd cast an invincibility spell upon dean. he'd had too many cuts and scrapes, too many dances with death, that piper couldn't quite trust him to not end up dead one day. she didn't want to get a phone call from sam or bobby telling her that dean was dead — and that, this time, he wasn't coming back. she'd lost too many people, her mom, her grandmother, her father, almost her sisters countless times. she'd lost prue to only gain paige — but she didn't want that to happen with dean, to lose him only to find someone else. ]

[ maybe she should've scrubbed it from the wall in the attic where she'd written it in chalk, but she hadn't thought dean would've made the connection. she'd underestimated his ability to connect the dots when it came to her, just as she had when it came to his own survival skills. but she couldn't risk losing him — she can't. ]

I get why you're mad, Dean. I understand. [ she wrings her hands together. his back is much scarier than his front; she can't read him when she can't see his face. the attic, for once, feels too small, too cluttered, and she can definitely feel his anger seeping into every bit of the room. ] But it was the only way I could make sure you were safe.