There's no place like home...
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savingfaith333 and akanichiyoubi are just letting me borrow their boys, but everything actually belongs to Kripke. Everything belongs to someone else but sharing is fun. *grins*
If you don't know who Clover is, telling you would ruin the surprise.
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savingfaith333 and akanichiyoubi are just letting me borrow their boys, but everything actually belongs to Kripke. Everything belongs to someone else but sharing is fun. *grins*If you don't know who Clover is, telling you would ruin the surprise.
For You, I do This
This world was not like his.
Chaos and confusion hung heavy in the air like dark clouds about to birth a flood.
He lit a cigarette then sighed heavily.
He had seen them.
The Angel and the Savior.
Broken pieces making up a fractured whole and "other things fools and poets would spout," as she would say.
She was at home. She looked into this particular world far too many times and it broke her. Her silent tears for the boy that she loved who became this sad, twisted man burned against his skin like acid.
Few things could kill an Archangel, but love was the world's most potent poison.
It had already poisoned the Angel. He could see it woven into his soul, a blood red thread bleeding out until everything was dyed in its devotion and recklessness. The same with the Savior, open and bleeding like a wound that never closed. He briefly wondered if their love would stain the world.
"Clover, be careful. I have a bad feeling about this one..."
"Don't worry, Cherry. I have you, don't I?"
Cherry shook his head and his dark eyes flashed a bruised purple in the dim light.
"I don't think I'll be able to help you this time, babe. Be careful," he repeated.
Clover nodded then left his cigarette to burn out like a dying star.
"I'm always careful."
The client was a familiar face.
"You look just like him..."
Wonder, awe, fear, and lust.
"C... can I touch you?"
Poor stupid boy...
"If you want," Clover quietly said.
Deer in the headlights and wolf in sheep's clothing about to shed his skin.
Shaking, sweat slicked, cold fingers glided across his skin and Clover smiled.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
The metamorphosis was now complete.
And he was so cute. Apologized about the biting and the scratching but Clover liked it.
Too many men pretended to be princes so it was nice to meet a man that knew he wanted to fuck.
"Shit, I'm-"
Clover stole the words from his mouth with kisses.
"Castiel," he moaned.
Like a prayer.
Like salvation.
Like peace.
Poor stupid boy.
Sam Winchester left the money on the table and Clover woke up alone, bruised, and sore.
The life of a whore was far from glamorous.
He showered then dressed and was about to leave, but was stopped by a knock on the door.
"You may enter."
That's what she said.
Ah, the Incubus.
Eyes like the sea, anyone would happily drown in them.
"He's using you."
Clover laughed.
"Everyone does, it's kind of in the job description," he gently said.
The Incubus studied him then fidgeted.
"You do look like... him though"
Another silly boy, whores could never be angels. Mary Magdalene just got lucky...
Clover was crowned with hair the color of grass grown in spring and emeralds. His eyes have been called sapphires and seas, but it depended on the... eloquence of his client. And he doubted that the Angel would allow his body to to marked by tattoos or pierced with silver.
The smallest differences were the only ones that mattered.
"Don't let Sam come back here," Clover said as he lit a cigarette.
Yet another bad habit he picked it up from Elle...
Sasha nodded in understanding.
Seeing yourself in someone else was always a sobering thing.
"You're leaving."
Clover smiled and it held secrets and sins and sorrows.
"No, I'm going home."
Mission accomplished.
A dream fulfilled and a soul to either be saved or damned.
Today could possibly be a good day.
This world was not like his.
Chaos and confusion hung heavy in the air like dark clouds about to birth a flood.
He lit a cigarette then sighed heavily.
He had seen them.
The Angel and the Savior.
Broken pieces making up a fractured whole and "other things fools and poets would spout," as she would say.
She was at home. She looked into this particular world far too many times and it broke her. Her silent tears for the boy that she loved who became this sad, twisted man burned against his skin like acid.
Few things could kill an Archangel, but love was the world's most potent poison.
It had already poisoned the Angel. He could see it woven into his soul, a blood red thread bleeding out until everything was dyed in its devotion and recklessness. The same with the Savior, open and bleeding like a wound that never closed. He briefly wondered if their love would stain the world.
"Clover, be careful. I have a bad feeling about this one..."
"Don't worry, Cherry. I have you, don't I?"
Cherry shook his head and his dark eyes flashed a bruised purple in the dim light.
"I don't think I'll be able to help you this time, babe. Be careful," he repeated.
Clover nodded then left his cigarette to burn out like a dying star.
"I'm always careful."
The client was a familiar face.
"You look just like him..."
Wonder, awe, fear, and lust.
"C... can I touch you?"
Poor stupid boy...
"If you want," Clover quietly said.
Deer in the headlights and wolf in sheep's clothing about to shed his skin.
Shaking, sweat slicked, cold fingers glided across his skin and Clover smiled.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
The metamorphosis was now complete.
And he was so cute. Apologized about the biting and the scratching but Clover liked it.
Too many men pretended to be princes so it was nice to meet a man that knew he wanted to fuck.
"Shit, I'm-"
Clover stole the words from his mouth with kisses.
"Castiel," he moaned.
Like a prayer.
Like salvation.
Like peace.
Poor stupid boy.
Sam Winchester left the money on the table and Clover woke up alone, bruised, and sore.
The life of a whore was far from glamorous.
He showered then dressed and was about to leave, but was stopped by a knock on the door.
"You may enter."
That's what she said.
Ah, the Incubus.
Eyes like the sea, anyone would happily drown in them.
"He's using you."
Clover laughed.
"Everyone does, it's kind of in the job description," he gently said.
The Incubus studied him then fidgeted.
"You do look like... him though"
Another silly boy, whores could never be angels. Mary Magdalene just got lucky...
Clover was crowned with hair the color of grass grown in spring and emeralds. His eyes have been called sapphires and seas, but it depended on the... eloquence of his client. And he doubted that the Angel would allow his body to to marked by tattoos or pierced with silver.
The smallest differences were the only ones that mattered.
"Don't let Sam come back here," Clover said as he lit a cigarette.
Yet another bad habit he picked it up from Elle...
Sasha nodded in understanding.
Seeing yourself in someone else was always a sobering thing.
"You're leaving."
Clover smiled and it held secrets and sins and sorrows.
"No, I'm going home."
Mission accomplished.
A dream fulfilled and a soul to either be saved or damned.
Today could possibly be a good day.
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Now playing: Margot & The Nuclear So And So's - Shivers (I've Got 'Em)
via FoxyTunes
