lathori asked: ♫ Billy/Colin (it didn't say it couldn't be one of YOUR ships)
You are correct, I did not say that. But you realize that now I have to EXPLAIN this shit, right?
Okay, so, Billy Johr and Colin Ramsey are from my novel Falls the Shadow, which is the 350 page monstrosity I wrote during sophomore year and which I am now editing to be sent out to an agent. Short version: Sam Lightworth, their pseudo-adopted daughter (they’re the two Witnesses), is the Antichrist and Horseman of Death, and her brother Oz, their pseudo-adopted son, is the Horseman of Pestilence. War and Famine are kicking around too, but they don’t really matter as much here. The POINT is that Billy and Colin accidentally raised an Antichrist and the world barely missed ending. That’s it, that’s the book. And then…well. Billy and Colin. They are canonically in love, and have been since they hunted together as twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings. Billy, now sixty-three and no longer spry enough to hunt himself, is an archivist and weaponeer for every hunter of supernatural things. And the now-sixty Colin…well, Colin’s a Catholic priest…so…they’re not together and they never will be. And Adler is never going to forgive me for that. I’m sorry. Please don’t hunt me with torches.
I put my music on shuffle and got I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons and…um…yeah, actually, this is a snippet from while the Almostpocalypse was happening. I’m…so sorry.
“Preacher,” Billy said quietly, and Colin didn’t look at him, still standing at the edge of the porch and staring down the road. He didn’t need to look to know that Billy would step forward, stand next to him until their shoulders pressed together, the once-red hair steely in the corner of his vision. Billy was a broad, solid warmth at his side, half a head taller and steady as ages, and Colin let their shoulders bump together, acknowledgement that he was there.
“Did you hear it?” he asked, barely more than a murmur, and Billy nodded slowly beside him, looking out in the same direction—south, to Nevada, to where the Horsemen were, miles and hours away. The scream had come from nowhere, from everywhere, like standing directly beneath a roll of thunder, but the voice had been Sam’s. “The others,” Colin said, almost blank.
