chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down

[eldritchweaver]

the blues - switchfoot

WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Failboat returns from the disaster in LA as the Knighthood goes on lockdown
WHERE || The castle, London
WHEN || Directly after this, Fall 2017
HOW || Actionspam

Hasmed's announcement does not brook any rebuttal: all Knights are recalled to the Castle, where they must remain until the Section Heads and Jack Chessing have spoken about the events in Los Angeles that have left the Knighthood without their usual leader.  

The entire Los Angeles area is now covered with a dark miasma that has interfered with any signals that might be sent out from phones, etc., leaving the whole world wondering what exactly is happening down there.  Final images showed horrendous monsters, a panic of citizens, looting and violence from humans and Shadowkind alike.  

Hasmed has warned of extra magical wards on the castle, and anyone arriving will immediately take notice of one very prominent one: above the entire roof of the excessively large building hovers a black and red sigil in the air, a pentagram in a circle surrounded by runes or words in an unknown language, stretching for miles.  

[ This is the social log for post-LA lockdown.  Failboat must complete the top log before being allowed to tag outside of it. ]

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[familybusiness]

[His slow as hers does, and come to a complete stop as he says her name. He turns to look at her, expression quizzical but open.

He knows what she's asking. She has every right to ask them, but the fact that she thinks she needs to bothers him in a way he can't explain.

He gets it, though. They have enough enemies. They don't want to have to look over their shoulder at one of the people closest to them. His answer is simple, his voice almost hard in its sincerity, the anger brewing behind it made clear.]

Yeah, I know.

[It's not anger directed at her.]

I can promise you this. If I ever see her again? [He pauses, collects himself, voice deadly cool.] I'll kill her myself.

[littledhampir]

[It's the kind of answer that should gratify her in light of everything else, but the way her insides twist at his words, sees her being the one to try and meet his gaze, to try and pull him back from the edge this time.]

No. You won't. [She doesn't scold him, because oh how she gets it, but she does speak in a way that suggests this is important.]

We're going to be a team now, Sam. The three of us. I don't want to go over every mistake we ever made, all the things we could or should have done better... it's in the past and it can't be changed, but from here on out? Everything we do? We do together.

[familybusiness]

[Any anger on Sam's face seems to dissolve with each new word that comes out of Rose's mouth. He's knows all about making mistakes, things he shouldn't have done, but they were just things to fill a void that wouldn't ever go away.

Dean might need him, but he needed Dean too, and Sam didn't know if he'd really ever had him on his side until right now.

And then on top of that, Rose had his back too, in all the ways that mattered. If he fucked up, she'd notice where his brother couldn't. She wanted his help.

It's really the only thing he's ever wanted, even when he couldn't see it.

His eyes sting, they start to water, and he gives her a nod.]

Yeah, you're right. Together.

[littledhampir]

[It was, unfortunately, too easy for Rose to only ever see things from Dean's point of view, but she was the one who woke up with him on the particularly bad nights, the one who counted the number of drinks he had to gauge how bad his headspace was. She saw the world through his eyes because she lived with him every day, and because she had some measure of shared understanding in what it feels like to be betrayed by the very people you would have died for.

Sometimes she was just so singularly focused on Dean and how he was, that she forgot that none of this had ever been easy for Sam. It was hard enough being in the Shadow of an older brother. What must it be like to live in the Shadow of another version of yourself as well?]

She'll get what's coming to her. [Her hand awkwardly reaching to give his arm a gentle squeeze.] They all will.