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Together.
He's calm and soft, she's loud and fierce, and they find each other's gaze in the middle of the world's biggest mess and don't let go until their paths go separate ways. Take care of their battle wounds, brace themselves for the next time the earth shifts and something else goes out to end them.
(It's always them.)
Their stare weights on their respective hearts until they meet again.
This time it lasts longer.
She's over 30 and he's barely 20, yet both have already seen more of life and death than they wanted or even deserved to. Yet both have already lifted more than they ever thought they could take.
At first, she thinks he's sort of stupid- idealistic, yes, but unrealistic nonetheless, outright idiotic; what- did he think that chatting to the monsters would make them go back crawling to freaking Hell? And he thinks she's kind of rumbustious- sure, her methods work, but- she's mostly ruthless.
(Did he think she wanted to be who she was?
And what, did she also think he chose this?
So maybe they were chosen, but they also chose, and that made every difference.)
He was enraptured by her, with her long blond hair and sharp movements and her wild personality and her strength -so much of it- that hit too close to the heart. And he thought she was some kind of force of the nature, like a hurricane or a thunderstorm; deadly and beautiful and unstoppable. Yet she'd touch his shoulders with small and nearly weightless hands, neatly manicured, and then give him the tiniest lipsticked-smile that would fill his mind and his veins with reassurances and faith.
On himself, on her, on them.
And she admits to having underestimated him, what with his youth and humble attitude, never afraid of asking for help or showing weakness-
He was far too gentle and kind -so kind it hit too close to the heart: how he instantly considerate those around him- and he was caring, soothing even; yet there was such power within his gaze- and on his grip, and on his low and calm voice. There was this piercing current underneath his actions, like he held the earth's fucking core inside his chest. And it made her believe, it made her trust.
On him, on herself, on them.
a.n.: idek, man! I just love them as these buddies who bicker a lot and disagree a lot but not-so-secretly admire each other fighting off the supernatural together. There'll probably be more on the way, or not. But most probably yes. [winks] Oh, and please remember English isn't my native language, so I'd be glad to know about any mistakes I might have made! Thank you for reading it anyway!