reaper school

Supernatural School Pt. 2

Part 1 (X)


It always takes time to sort yourself out after a reaping, even a relatively pleasant one. That’s why, even though you’d like to rejoin Sam, Amanda and Lexi in the cafeteria, you head back to the dorms.

You don’t feel any different after. Some legends say that you eat the souls of the dead, praying on them for sustenance. You’d like to say that Reapers never do that, that they never commit such a heinous crime, but you’ve been around long enough to know better than to lie. There are words for Reapers who eat, none of which you’d dare say here. Names give things power and eaters get more than their fair share to begin with.

You shiver under the blazing sun and try to turn your mind to more pleasant topics.

You are halfway back to your room, when you see Ms. Jan, Mr. T and Principal Finn rushing towards the animal husbandry building. Mr. T’s upset enough that his mane has burst free of his button-down shirt though he’s the only one of the three so affected. Ms. Jan, all banshee characteristics gone, is composed as she leads the group, strides long and purposeful. Principal Finn is listening to her seriously, his wheelchair rolling over the grass easily, with a grim expression on his face.

This is, of course, until he sees you.

You keep your expression blank as Principal Finn says something to Ms. Jan and Mr. T, gesturing for them to go on, and then directs his motorized wheelchair towards you.

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I’m sooooooo tired _( :’’| 」∠)_

School is already trying to kill me and it hasn’t even gone two weeks yet! wtf… Well, never mind that; here have some notes of an AU that I thought of at school. Can you tell what it is about? No?

….. college… it’s about college… 

…probably…

“You’re dead on your feet, big guy. Get some shut-eye b’for ya collapse. I’ve got watch.”

Have some sketchy nonsense for Fluff Friday (if this counts as fluff?). And a scene that doesn’t involve Henry getting the piss scared out of him. Just finds a relatively secure corner, rolls up the sweater, tosses the glasses and hair ribbon aside, and flops

Dev would definitely volunteer to keep an eye out for the old man to get some rest. It’s a lot harder to keep a deliriously tired human alive than an alert one, after all. :)