it's only when you've walked hundreds of miles that you realized you have ventured off into somewhere unknown - that's where you'll find me. In the back of beyond.
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you’re not real
real is just a matter of perception
real is just a matter of perception
i could sleep… when i lived alone is there a ghost in my house?
- Band of Horses
AU Crossover; Fringe/Castle
Peter Bishop and Kate Beckett
Modern vs. 1940s
A Portrait of Beauty
Starring:
Jensen Ackles as PI Dean Winchester
Aaron Ashmore as Jimmy Olson
Stana Katic as Kate Beckett
Joshua Jackson as Peter BishopStoryline:
It’s 1940 and private investigator Dean Winchester gets wind of a new case. He get his confidential informant, Jimmy Olson, to spill what he knows about love struck couple and confidence tricksters Kate Beckett and Peter Bishop. Jimmy goes out and gathers what he can about Kate only to find out she is the mistress of a mob boss. Dean and Jimmy then go deeper to find the secret behind the two mysterious grifters but face some dangerous consequences along the way.Vid/Trailer here
AU Crossover; Fringe/ Castle/ Supernatural; ‘40s noir style
A Portrait of Beauty
Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester
Joshua Jackson as Peter Bishop
Stana Katic as Kate BeckettI’ve been following her for a while now. I knew something wasn’t right - she was slipping out late at night, driving off to mysterious meetings. Tonight she left later than normal - around midnight she walked out of her Upper East Side apartment and walked down the barren and empty streets. She was cautious always looking back, trying to see if someone was following her, but I kept out of sight. Soon she turned a corner into a small alleyway and there stood Peter Bishop - leaning against the wet walls of the alley. His head bowed low but as she sweet perfumed sent drifted towards him he looked up. I stopped following her and watch them both from the opposite side of the street – hiding around the corner. The air was cool and still between them but the moon was hidden behind clouds allowing only a silver of light to surround the couple. Kate’s lips are stained blood red and her dark curls hang perfect around her porcelain face – a portrait of beauty. They were talking quietly under their breath – her sweet voice drifting away into the night. He was staring her down – eyes locked. Suddenly he raised his hands against her cheek and pulled her towards him and the moonlight shone down around them. I knew form there that she was no ordinary women – she was beautiful but there was something different. She was hiding something and he was part of her elaborate plan.
