and it's an even song, it's a melody (open)

[ofletters]

Who: Sam Winchester, Mirror!Sam, Daenerys Targaryen, Snow White, Mirror!Snow, Ellie and YOU
Where: Various! You name it and I'll match!
When: July 16-23
Rating: PG-13, will update if needed
Summary: CATCH-ALL FOR THE EVENT, assume there will be shenanigans
The Story: ( it's a battle cry, it's a symphony )

Comments

[mausetitolemy]

Mmmh.

[He's doing a spectacular job of being oblivious to what is clearly a flirtatious gesture but then, for all his smarts Sam can be rather thick.

At this point, she might as well come out with it.]

So...no goodbye kiss?

[ofletters]

[ And then he knows. Sam does a mental double-take, stiffens visibly, and then relaxes. ]

Should've known. [ And he takes a practiced step away, his voice easy, his body language guarded. ] You're less obvious about it than most of the others.

[ His Mirror, for example. Then again, Sam doesn't know how adept his Mirror actually is at pretending to be the real thing. ]

I'm just gonna go now. No hard feelings.

[mausetitolemy]

[As soon as realization dawns, she gives him a feral grin: the predator only slightly disappointed in her quarry catching on. One game down, of course, but she still has time to go after his brother, and the Winchesters are nothing if not predictable.

Sighing dramatically, she waves a hand.]

Well, I can't say I'm not disappointed, but since when do you do anything but disappoint women?

[ofletters]

Cute. [ He resists rolling his eyes. ] There's only so many jabs you've got against me, so get them all out. I know you don't have as much ammo as some of the other copies.

[ He won't hurt her (it's still Evie, or at least, Evelyn), but he's ready to walk away, not about to let himself be subjected to whatever mental needling she's planned. ]

[mausetitolemy]

That's all right.

[The Mirror shrugs dismissively, through with the charade of nonchalance and eager to move onto a more pliable target. Darling Sammy is fun until he isn't. It is a truth universally-known, however, that Dean has been flailing for attention for too long.

Too long, and so unrequited.]

I'm sure your brother will be much more receptive. He's been trying to get between her thighs for months.

[ofletters]

[ nOPE goodbye forever ]

Yeah, but you're not her. [ She is, but isn't, and he's relatively sure even Dean can tell the difference. ] Save yourself the disappoint and head back to your side. Friendly advice.

[ There's a lump in his throat, annoying and distracting, as he turns away again. ]

[mausetitolemy]

[Oh please, Sam, you didn't even know it was her until she let it on in a manner so obvious you would have to be dumber than a rock not to see through the ruse.

She waves a hand and begins to walk away.]

I have housecalls to make, Sam. Don't let the door hit you on your self-righteousness on your way out.