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[mezzanotte]

OPEN POST REDUX ① How this lot usually works. Leave me a prompt. An image, a quote, a sound - a scene and if it clicks we'll play it out, do a sort of really relaxed mini-verse/psl or whatever you wanna call it. Anything goes. If this is something gen, crack, crossovers, aus, something shippy or a kink - go right on. If we like it enough, we could make it a verse or smthng. ② Usual disclaimer of i am a turtle forever and ever ( feel free to nudge me about our thread if I am taking too long ) ③ My whole muselist is up for grabs. If you're looking for someone in specific leave it in the subject line. Less active muses may take longer to reply to; also see muse strength. OCs are also up for grabs.

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[maraud]

[ she's tried to keep him off the edge. keep him from breaking. but then a mission goes really bad and even she needs time to breath. mike should know better. she's head of goddamn dome security. she deals with people dying every goddamn day and yet it still takes it's toll.

she gives into cas' initial offer. the air thick with sticky and sweet smoke. she's off duty anyway. she exhales a puff of air, feeling the buzz and her limbs turn to liquid. it's her first time trying a joint. it's ancient earth stuff but it does the job. she hands him the joint, slipping it back between his fingers.

she's sitting on cas' lap. skirt hiked up but still in her bra. her hair's undone from it's ponytail. ]

Fuck. My legs feel like jell-o.

[drainedaway]

[ It's hard to keep Castiel from the edge. His life was constantly him skirting the edge when he wasn't in the dome. Shit wasn't good where he was from. People were dying and he was having to watch it happen. He wasn't expendable like the other grunts that Dean had under his wing. He was Cas and that meant something at one point. Eventually though it meant nothing. Castiel was just a name and a damn shitty one at that. He was no longer respected or treated any different. He was just another soldier that Dean could throw into the mix to buy him time. The fact that Mike does try to keep him from the edge is damn good of her. Appreciated like she'll never know. It's been a long time since anyone has given a damn to do that.

He's more surprised than anyone when she shows up and barges in like usual. Not because she barges in. That's a given when you're dealing with Mike. He's surprised that she actually asks him where his stash is. For a minute he thinks she's gonna flush it, but she's more interested in smoking it and that's about when he gets on board with the plan. This is probably the best plan he's ever heard Mike come up with.

For a moment he fumbles with the joint, but he's got this. He smiles and lifts up to his lips to take another puff from it. He holds it in and stretches his arm out to rest it in the ashtray that he has on the coffee table next to them. His shirt is somewhere, but he's certain that it's with his socks and shoes. His pants are what remain. ] I told you that it was much better like this. By about a million. [ Strong hands come to rest on her thighs and he leans forward. ]

[maraud]

[ she understands it more than anyone. this is a war and each man that falls is another name carved on her heart. Shit isn't good here, but sometimes talking to people who've come with worse helps her ease up. It grounds her and makes her remember that it could have been worse and there's still more to do and look forward to. there's still hope -- cas is smart enough not to ask her. she tries to keep him off the edge because he does the same thing for her. pulls her back when the dome gets too much. ][ she says smoothly. ] godd-- [ she's trying to be considerate angel man! ] -- fucking irresponsible.

[ but she's the one who leans closer. combs her hand through his hair because suddenly there's so much details to focus on and he's fascinating. it's fascinating. and she wants to count them because she's stoned and she feels like doing the impossible. ]

You are so much hotter when I'm baked. [ and a giggle slips from her mouth and it turns to a full on laughing fit. ]

[drainedaway]

You fucking love it. [ Maybe that was why she was with Cas. Because sometimes (most of the time) he didn't worry about the kind of shit she did. He didn't have to worry about procedure or pissing off any officials. He didn't care of the big guys in the dome didn't like his attitude or the way he approached things. He volunteered for missions and that was the only thing that mattered right? He was willing to march to the beat of their drummer because maybe this cause reminded him of the one back home. Maybe he felt like he could do some good before he did overdose or do something dumb again like back home. He's the part of Mike that lets go all the time.

Fuck. She's the devil. He leans into her hands and smiles up at her. He doesn't mind Mike like this. Not that he minds her when she's sober. She's just more agreeable this way and she hands out compliments like they're fucking candy. She's not glaring and she's not calling him a fuckface. Although he's oddly gotten used to that one a lot more than he should have. ]

You're easier to talk to when you're baked. [ He leans his head down and kiss her neck gently. He pushes his hips upward and tightens his grip on her thighs. ] But you're fucking hot with or without the weed, Mike.