[Set in greypicketfence. Sam is likely_evil and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Sam/Abby future fic with the prompt “sword.”]

“You’re rusty.”

Sam jumped back to miss the swipe of the blade, before giving her a bit of a look. She was teasing, and he knew it, but she also knew that that didn’t mean he liked it any. “Sorry. We don’t exactly have ( Read more... )

[Set in greypicketfence. Just kind of feeling her out a bit to see what happens. Lilith isn’t binding on any muse. Samael/Sam is likely_evil and used with permission.]The woman who came off the rack was very, very different from the one who went on. She was fragile, malleable. Someone who didn’t remember much, if anything at all, just shapes and faces that might have ( Read more... )