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[jp] Desperado Lyrics

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone


((NOTE: Freyja is itsquiteaname and is mentioned without permission, but a great deal of love for her mun. ;D))

There was something inherently evil in sleeping with her.

It wasn’t her. There wasn’t a bad bone in Freyja Drake’s entire body. Bad words, bad attitude, wicked fingers and sinful smiles, but bad wasn’t in her. Evil was as far from her as they were from the sun. Everything about her was pure. Pure white skin, pure dark hair, pure and sweet scattered freckles on her face and body. Even her scars were pure, pale and either milky or rose with the passage of time.

It wasn’t the sex, though Cain had to admit that fucking Freyja wasn’t like fucking any other woman he’d ever met. No matter how hard or how fast, there were those moments that burned away the sin and just left that endless well of…joy that flowed between them along with the heat and the electricity. When she clutched his shoulders, when he kissed her neck, when their foreheads pressed together as they came and their breath mingled as one…nothing was as purely good as making love to her.

The evil was in the aftermath, holding her in bed. Her back fit against his chest perfectly, warm and soft and spent. Her body was a study in flat-out eroticism, wrapped in a sheet and splayed in repose. The scent of her was overwhelming, his nose pressed to her hair or her neck to breathe in the smell of soap and skin and sweat calling to him even when he wasn’t with her…

And in her sleep, she’d begin to cry.

Not tears, not weeping, but crying out, tiny little mewling noises that weren’t the sounds of pleasure. They were noises he remembered Valkyrie making during her first year at home, noises that made his gut clench and his fists curl into hammers of pure rage.

The evil was in holding her, knowing every inch of her body, craving every last part of her heart and soul she’d deign to offer him, and knowing that he still couldn’t reach through the nightmare landscape of her past to protect her from the dead.

Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 343

What the hell.

1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.

[Comments will be pretendy-screened so everyone can read along. All interactions will be locked between your muse and Cain, however, so have at it. ;P]
NOTE: Being that Cain's Corpus Christi-verse is basically dead, this takes place in the distant future...kind of a wrap up for the 'verse as a whole. ;p

Whenever he wonders if angels can be violent, he thinks of Saint Michael...and of her.Collapse )

[mgw] 112 - robert benchley quote

"Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing."

It wasn’t like he was the chatty type, but silence wasn’t his natural state. He had shit to say, he fucking said it and didn’t hold back. Opinions got expressed, and issues got settled with words instead of fists. That was the way Ma taught him.

But he’d said five words in days, it seemed like, give or take a handful of grunted questions and commands, things he had to say to function. Asking about food and bathroom stops, making sure her wrist wasn’t getting wrecked in its final stages of healing.

Five words, and she hadn’t given him a lick of shit. Maybe because it was all about a funeral…maybe because she was surprised. After all, he’d hit her with it right after a shift at the hospital, double on-call and seventy six hours without sleep, he’d stopped long enough to change clothes and down a couple of low-grade caffeine pills before taking the wheel and hitting the road.

She pitched a fit an hour in, demanding he sleep for a couple of hours, but he’d been driving since then. It was his way…run himself into the ground and crash hard, sleep when he was dead.

Now he drove in silence, no radio…just the sound of the road, the night air hitting his face through the open window, and Parker’s soft breathing just to his right.

Five words was all he really needed, though…so the silence wasn’t a problem.

“Get in the fucking car.”

After all, she was family…wasn’t a thing else left to be said.

Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 260

This shit is bananas.

If You Were Slightly Different, Your Name Would Be:


From Bee, 'cause I'm at work and bored...

Name 3 songs that make you feel happy: TV PARTY - Black Flag; HELL'S BELLS - AC/DC; BALLROOM BLITZ - Sweet

Name 3 sad songs that make you feel happy anyway: FIX ME - Black Flag; LONDON CALLING - The Clash; HELTER SKELTER, The Beatles

Name 3 songs you find therapeutic: BLACK COFFEE - Black Flag; DENY EVERYTHING - Circle Jerks; STAY HUNGRY - Twisted Sister

What is the silliest song you enjoy? I'll deny it if you ask me to my face, but THIS SONG IS JUST SIX WORDS LONG, Weird Al Yankovic

What song are you almost embarrassed to admit you like? Look at the previous answer. That, and maybe anything by Twisted Sister.

What song gets your blood racing? RISE ABOVE, Black Flag

Favorite band? Take a look at some of my choices. BLACK FLAG, specifically generation Rollins. But all their stuff rocks my shit, yo.

Name one song from the year you were born that you like: WHAT IS LIFE, George Harrison

Name one song all of your friends enjoy: I don't know the name...that fucking 50 Cent piece of shit that's so goddamn popular. "Party in the Club" or something.

Name one song that reminds you of a good friend: BARK AT THE MOON, Ozzy Osbourne (yes, Carter, I'm fucking talking to you.)

Name 3 of your favorite break-up songs: ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT, Elvis Presley; DESPERADO, The Eagles; THE FLAME, Cheap Trick

Name 3 of your favorite love songs: MY OH MY, Slade; LADY - Styx; I'LL FIGHT HELL TO HOLD YOU, Kiss

Name one song that reminds you of your significant other: EVERYTHING, Michael Buble not a fucking goddamn word from ANYONE


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Cain Callahan