Muse is not happy with mun

[ellen_harvelle]

Good god, girl get some damned sleep! Yes, I know you got all that work to do but you can barely see straight, you can't breathe right, and your sinuses sound like an advertisement for one of the Four Horsemen.

Yes, I can make that joke. Death himself came for me; I can make a joke about horsemen.

You're too damned sick to be sitting up, this late at night, worrying about this shit. And yes, I know, you don't have a choice. But holy hell.

... You know, you're whinier than any man with a cold I've ever met.

Go get some sleep. At least a few hours. Trust me. The house'll still be standing when you wake up.

No. BED. Not the damned couch, either.

Are you sure you ain't a Winchester?

Comments

[huntersdaughter]

She must be serious if your stern voice isn't getting through to her.

[ellen_harvelle]

Damn brat finally got a few hours of sleep. We'll see if it did any damn good.

[huntersdaughter]

I'd hope so. Considering everyone around here seems to be sick, sleep'd be a good thing to get.

[ellen_harvelle]

She's finally done with the job she had to do. Now, to convince her that napping won't hurt anything....

[huntersdaughter]

Only problem with a nap is that sometimes turns into actually sleeping.

[ellen_harvelle]

Nah, not her. Got a pair of shorties to keep her on her toes. She'll only doze off and on.

[huntersdaughter]

Then she's really got her hands full. I'm sure you just add to the fun.

[ellen_harvelle]

Me? I'm a load of sunshine and puppies.

[huntersdaughter]

Don't I know it.

[a beat.] It's still good to see you.

[ellen_harvelle]

I'm always around for you, Jo. But it's always good to see you.

[huntersdaughter]

[She nods, slowly.]

No, I know... it's just I get shoved places where you're not exactly around. So, seeing you is a good thing. [another beat.] Y'know, for a change.

[ellen_harvelle]

I don't go many places any more. Girl keeps me pretty close. Can't stand to send me or the others places. But anytime you need me... I'll be around.

[huntersdaughter]

I appreciate it, Mom.

[ellen_harvelle]

[Mama hugs, because baby girl ;-;]

Anytime, Jo.

[huntersdaughter]

[Jo'll take that hug, tyvm, and possibly cling a bit harder than Ellen expects.]

[larker]

Wow. Yes mom.

[ellen_harvelle]

Don't you start.

[larker]

Just saying. Besides it's meant to be the other way around. You know, where you're the mundane's pet. I doubt they really care with what you have to say to them.

[ellen_harvelle]

She usually listens. To the succubus if not to me. Succubus was busy with her husband though. So, I stepped up.

[larker]

Succubi aren't there to be listened to so that's a big fat moot point. Wasted breath is wasted here though. You'd have better luck fighting off Pestilence with vapor rub.

[ellen_harvelle]

Well, this one is. Queen and all that. Misa's not a bad sort.

And I think she tried that.

[larker]

Self proclaimed more than likely.

Hope she doesn't smoke, that shit's flammable. People have died from that. [Grins.]

[ellen_harvelle]

Near as I can tell, different universe.

Nah, girl don't smoke, don't drink. A bit borin'. Except when she's plannin' my demise.

[larker]

She's a closet sadist then. Might want to keep an eye on that. Turn your back for a second and she'll have you strung up like a porker at a Texan bbq.

Anyway don't you have a Winchester or two to be scolding?

[ellen_harvelle]

If I could find one or three, I would. Ain't found any recently.

[larker]

Probably off spending their wrong-date Mass of Christ in a motel somewhere. My boys aren't exactly renowned for being smart.

[ellen_harvelle]

Your boys?

[Nope. Those are her boys. HERS!]

[larker]

Yep. Mine. I quite like them so I'm going to keep them.

Problem? And no, the correct reply to that is not a handbag full of catfood tins.

[ellen_harvelle]

Really? I helped raise them boys.

[Until John... yeah]

Where the hell would I get a handbag full of catfood tins?

[larker]

Fine job there, though I suppose the Heavenly Host or whatever would agree with you. Personally I think they're both as dumb as two short planks.

All women have a handbag with catfood tins in. Well, older women.

[ellen_harvelle]

Can still keep up with you.

[larker]

Only if I let you. Maybe when you reach my age you'll be able to catch up properly.

[dustanddespair]

The creature that controls you should care for itself better. Riders don't need publicity.

[ellen_harvelle]

Yeah, well, she ain't listenin'. If she was knocked on her ass for a week or more, maybe that'd help.

[dustanddespair]

These supposed puppeteers aren't very bright, are they?

[ellen_harvelle]

She works herself to the ground for her two kids. I understand. Don't mean I ain't gonna yell.

[dustanddespair]

Purpose. Then I understand. [Death doesn't have any concept of what having kids is like, but he has his brothers and he would literally go to Hell and back for them.]