[ the winchesters perform a ritual. they don't have an original bone in their body, but she can't blame them, considering whom they've come from. ]
[ though, she still finds herself rather surprised when she comes face to face with a ghost in the darkened alleyway. she hadn't been expecting him; perhaps the son, the one she hasn't met, the one who shaped two men of letters legacies into the ugly shape of a hunter. she's defeated both grandsons, torn them from their feet and tossed them into the brick walls, hard enough to split the cement keeping the blocks together. ]
[ abaddon twists her upper body with a smile. taking one step, then two, she stops. there is incredible distance between them, but abaddon can see every twitch of his muscles, every line showing his age on his face. henry winchester has a baby face, with smooth skin, unmarked; he's not a hunter, not like his descendants, and that, in a way, both thrills and disappoints her. pulling him apart will be as much fun as when she gets to his grandsons. ]
You Winchesters refuse to die. [ she smirks, takes one step before pausing again. it's a game of push and pull, of red light and green light. her gaze moves over him slowly, from his feet to his face. ] I admire that.
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[ though, she still finds herself rather surprised when she comes face to face with a ghost in the darkened alleyway. she hadn't been expecting him; perhaps the son, the one she hasn't met, the one who shaped two men of letters legacies into the ugly shape of a hunter. she's defeated both grandsons, torn them from their feet and tossed them into the brick walls, hard enough to split the cement keeping the blocks together. ]
[ abaddon twists her upper body with a smile. taking one step, then two, she stops. there is incredible distance between them, but abaddon can see every twitch of his muscles, every line showing his age on his face. henry winchester has a baby face, with smooth skin, unmarked; he's not a hunter, not like his descendants, and that, in a way, both thrills and disappoints her. pulling him apart will be as much fun as when she gets to his grandsons. ]
You Winchesters refuse to die. [ she smirks, takes one step before pausing again. it's a game of push and pull, of red light and green light. her gaze moves over him slowly, from his feet to his face. ] I admire that.