John? You wanna go down to the market thing, maybe? We could drag Gabriel? It feels like it's been forever since I got to shop or anything. And you know angels probably don't get the opportunity to window shop. Or... cart shop. Or. You know. Whatever.

Christmas is just around the corner, anyway. Which isn't entirely fair, what with the lack of ( Read more... )

[The sound clicks on with something like nails or claws scraping the communicator, before it gives way to a more distant rustle of fabric.]

Illow?

It'll only take like twenty minutes. And then I can go find that Thorn place. It's not all that dangerous. Not really.

[The throcken huffs, unconvinced.]

I know how to summon lightning.

Ician ould ( Read more... )

[Fabric rustles. Hangers clack together. Willow makes a thoughtful sound.]

You know, Lucifer, there's a lot of clothes in this place. ...Including one baggy, off-the-shoulder sweater and some hot pink leggings. Got any oversize plastic jewelry? Maybe a big old cross I can stick through my ear? Just, you know, wondering. Never too early to plan for ( Read more... )

So, these voices in the fog or whatever, is there any way to shut them up? Like, is there any magic that'll do that, John? Or, I don't know, ear plugs? I don't... I don't want to hear that anymore.

Stupid dreams were bad enough, and now I gotta hear it when I'm awake, too? So don't appreciate the blood all over Dad's badge either.

Uh, yeah. You' ( Read more... )