𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗗.

╱╱❛𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗔𝗬. . . 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗛 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦.❜ ❯ 𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖤𝖭𝖠 𝖬𝖠𝖢𝖫𝖤𝖮𝖣 ❯ expert in the art of witchcraft. ❯ spa/eng. ¿↻ & ♡?

@BluCoffin (-) Which is why she wasn’t as surprised to see him still on his feet. Odd thing about Rowena, since she claimed to love nothing, but he did save her life once. “Until then, ye’re welcome to stay around.”

@BluCoffin (-) slowly sliding down the cup in hand, tilting her head. One thing she’d never confirm, was that sometimes used the help of magic to check on the people that once helped her or had some ounce of importance in her life. Damon was one of them in that extremely short list. (+)

ㅤㅤೃ°. 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ ; for a random starter. ♡ + ↻ ; to give me permission into your dms to plot. ↻ ; to spread the word.

@helskyning (-) seen my nose and the bruises around my body. . . Oh! If it wasn’t for my magic, I’d be in such pain.” Her voice cracked, frowning deeply. If this wasn’t enough to trick her son, then she still had some cards under her sleeves. Like the tears now rolling down her cheeks.

@helskyning As her own head hung low, Rowena kept an act completely worthy of an actress. A soft sigh escaped from her lips, adding anguish into the mix. “Had to clean myself before I came here.” Moving some strands of her curled hair, a cut was shown on her forehead. “Ye should have (+)

@BluCoffin (-) disappointed.” Grabbing two cups, she poured the liquor onto them. “Traveling all alone?”

@BluCoffin “Taste hasn’t changed, I see.” Rowena acted humble at his words, truthfully feeling flattered, yet a wink was sent his way. They certainly look different than the last time they saw each other. “Rumors travel fast, all of them are true, by the way. Hope ye don’t feel (+)

(-) and I would’ve waited with some wine, darlin’.” She joked, smiling up at Damon as her feet moved to be closer, making sure it was actually himself.

（@BluCoffin） “Hells bells, what do we have here?” Tone surprised as soon as green eyes focused on the person across from her. After so long, what are the odds to meet someone from your past once again? “Couldn’t stay any further away from me? You could have called (+)

@helskyning (-) worry about me. I just bled a wee bit. . . Please! He has many enemies.” Sighing deeply, Rowena gazed down to look sorrowful. “If the king insists, I am seeing someone. But enough with the questions! Since when have you become the Winchesters’ personal sentinel?”

@helskyning Her mind jumped rapidly into every possible scenario. If there was something she was good at, it was lying. And she sure as hell knew her son wouldn’t buy it, but there still are some ways to trick him. “You mean the same Dean Winchester that attacked yer mother? Sure, don’t (+)

@helskyning (-) gracefully, acting dumb. As if the Winchesters weren’t even named. She was still pissed over that encounter. “Oh, do tell me, wee boy. What do ye think I am doing?” The 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄 was once again up, wishing to see the meaning behind Crowley’s invite.

@helskyning The redhead showed him a wide smile at the mention of Olivette, still proud of the ‘oh, so smart’ decision to turn her into a rodent. She could not care less about the traitor. “Hm. . . You can toss the rat into a cell or allow her to run free upstairs.” Her hands moved (+)

(-) “What was so important to rush me back into hell?” By now she could only guess, not trusting the look she was receiving.

（@helskyning） “Well, look who decided to appear! Ye should be embarrassed, only calling yer mother when you need something.” Rowena scoffed sarcastically, slowly walking around the room. No traps in sight, guards far enough, she finally allowed herself to face Fergus. (+)

(-) from head to toe, checking for any hidden guns or surprises.

（@fostermomx） “Well, well, who do we have here? You are a new one.” Her own heels could be heard from the end of the hall, and Rowena was well aware of that. Yet, she had a plan in case things went sideways. “Here as a hunter or to get a favor?” Gazing the female (+)