SPN AU some more

[river_meimei]

Nothing in room 919 is something Tig will have seen before. Everything that's here comes from Milliways; River brought nothing here but the (ghost of the) clothes on her back, and she got rid of those a few days into her stay.

But the style of it -- the framed posters on the walls, the duvet in swirls of blue and purple, the heap of semi-matching pillows on the papasan chair and the dance bag tossed in a corner -- will be wholly familiar. River picked these decorations, and she picked them to make this room hers.

Of course, there are a few new touches. The salt line surrounding the room, for instance. (The holy water in Poland Springs bottles, the iron horseshoe on the door, the devil's trap painted under the rug -- but only the salt is an obvious anomaly.)

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[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

It's all so normal. Tig is torn, once again, between the urge to smile and to cry.

It's so River.

And it's precisely because it's so River that the salt, which is not, catches her eye. She recalls vaguely the hours staring at screens, the couple of books she'd found in the library-- sulfur smell, ghosts in my house, A Guide to Demonology and Witchcraft. She'd felt so stupid.