SWS Posts- November
His own:
[Curled up and humming to himself.]
With others:
Everything I do has a purpose.
[Sitting in diner. Pawnshop angelus ring...]
[Slowly, methodically breaking a Hunter's bones.]
[-perched on the second floor balcony-]
[Awakens, screaming and hyperventilating. Another nightmare.]
[This painting.] That? Not for sale.
Why didn't I fucking head south.
I don't want to go back.
[on the frosted window:]
lama
sabachthani
[Curled up and humming to himself.]
With others:
Everything I do has a purpose.
[Sitting in diner. Pawnshop angelus ring...]
[Slowly, methodically breaking a Hunter's bones.]
[-perched on the second floor balcony-]
[Awakens, screaming and hyperventilating. Another nightmare.]
[This painting.] That? Not for sale.
Why didn't I fucking head south.
I don't want to go back.
[on the frosted window:]
lama
sabachthani