𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖪𝖺𝗂.
Cas: *GAY PANIC*
Cas: *GAY PANIC*
Me, picks up phone to do replies because the laptop is just a bit too heavy at the moment: Okay, replies time.
My brain:
Me, picks up phone to do replies because the laptop is just a bit too heavy at the moment: Okay, replies time.
My brain:
With that, he takes the box somewhere private so he can open it without being disturbed.
“For what it’s worth… good luck.”
He closed it again, trying to decide if he trusted Grace, then accepted he had no choice.
"Thanks."
With that, he takes the box somewhere private so he can open it without being disturbed.
He closed it again, trying to decide if he trusted Grace, then accepted he had no choice.
"Thanks."
“At least — it’s supposed to be. I’ve never tested it myself. I found it in that old diner on Main Street. I suppose — if you’re really dumb enough to try and get Richard back — then you need it.”
He closed it again, trying to decide if he trusted Grace, then accepted he had no choice.
"Thanks."
She huffs, and hands Cas a box.
“Here. You need this more than I do. Despite you trying to murder me.”
He feels a silken touch at his shoulders but he shrugs it off, too angry to see anything but his desire to erase Grace from the world.
When they're submissive and corruptible~ 🤤
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When they're submissive and corruptible~ 🤤
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Cas stifles a giggle, not wanting to offend the man, and recognition flashes in Henry's eyes.
"Oh! Wait, I know you! You were at the auditions for the Starlight Theatre last month!"
The model visibly stiffens, his smile fading.
"That's me," he responds softly, not offering »
"I know I'm really fucking dumb sometimes but I think he has me beat. . ."
[Court groans as she stands up taking the collar henry had put on her yesterday off.]
Bursting through the door with all the drama you'd expect from him, Henry clutches dramatically at the air.
"I almost died, but I got that cursed doll!"
He lifts his gaze to the duo, not making the connection between them and the animals.
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
Cas stifles a giggle, not wanting to offend the man, and recognition flashes in Henry's eyes.
"Oh! Wait, I know you! You were at the auditions for the Starlight Theatre last month!"
The model visibly stiffens, his smile fading.
"That's me," he responds softly, not offering »
Bursting through the door with all the drama you'd expect from him, Henry clutches dramatically at the air.
"I almost died, but I got that cursed doll!"
He lifts his gaze to the duo, not making the connection between them and the animals.
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
"Lets check maybe? At any rate we might have to go looking for him."
He cuddles up to her side, nuzzling against her shoulder.
"But I missed being able to wrap my arms around you."
His expression shifts slightly, gaze lifting to the unoccupied hallway.
"Do you suppose Henry made it back?"
Bursting through the door with all the drama you'd expect from him, Henry clutches dramatically at the air.
"I almost died, but I got that cursed doll!"
He lifts his gaze to the duo, not making the connection between them and the animals.
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
He cuddles up to her side, nuzzling against her shoulder.
"But I missed being able to wrap my arms around you."
His expression shifts slightly, gaze lifting to the unoccupied hallway.
"Do you suppose Henry made it back?"
"Morning, ah I'm human again. I missed having thumbs."
He yawns cutely, then stretches and gives Courtney a warm smile.
"Morning."
He cuddles up to her side, nuzzling against her shoulder.
"But I missed being able to wrap my arms around you."
His expression shifts slightly, gaze lifting to the unoccupied hallway.
"Do you suppose Henry made it back?"
He yawns cutely, then stretches and gives Courtney a warm smile.
"Morning."
"OH THANK FUCK."
He yawns cutely, then stretches and gives Courtney a warm smile.
"Morning."
There's a hint of green in his eyes as he stalks towards Grace, the Black knife suddenly grasped in tight fingers.
"If not for you, NONE of this would've happened. Richie would still be here, 𝘐 would still be alive! You »
“Well?! Did you find him?! Do we have to kill him?!”
There's a hint of green in his eyes as he stalks towards Grace, the Black knife suddenly grasped in tight fingers.
"If not for you, NONE of this would've happened. Richie would still be here, 𝘐 would still be alive! You »
He feels the gentle touch of feathers once more against his skin, and breathes in the woodsy scent which »
He feels the gentle touch of feathers once more against his skin, and breathes in the woodsy scent which »
Cassiel lunges desperately for Wiggly, but the Lord has already gone. He falls to his knees, shoulders heaving, but no tears come. He's too upset to cry.
Gentle brown eyes watch with concern, his aid materialising before him and enveloping the teen in snowy wings.
"You..."
He »
“DEPART!”
Cassiel lunges desperately for Wiggly, but the Lord has already gone. He falls to his knees, shoulders heaving, but no tears come. He's too upset to cry.
Gentle brown eyes watch with concern, his aid materialising before him and enveloping the teen in snowy wings.
"You..."
He »
"Okay."
He exhales softly, his expression barely shifting as something fluffy and warm brushes against his palm, reminding him of what rests in his jacket.
"Okay..."
Without another moment's »
“Richie’s happy now! More happy than he EVER could have been with YOU! He’s become like a… ah, how did you put it, Pokey? Oh yes. Like a brother to us.”
"Okay."
He exhales softly, his expression barely shifting as something fluffy and warm brushes against his palm, reminding him of what rests in his jacket.
"Okay..."
Without another moment's »
Cas turns pale, feeling his heart twinge painfully. He'd only just connected with Richie, they'd shared such a sweet kiss, and now he was going to be gone for six months?!
"He gave you half a year of his life?! Why?! Please don't say it was to save mine, I... I was handling it!"
He leans onto Cas, whispering in his ear.
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your LIFE? For, say… the next six months?”
Cas turns pale, feeling his heart twinge painfully. He'd only just connected with Richie, they'd shared such a sweet kiss, and now he was going to be gone for six months?!
"He gave you half a year of his life?! Why?! Please don't say it was to save mine, I... I was handling it!"
As he says this, he's more than aware that Richie is actually a few months older than him.
Wiggly… Wiggly doesn’t show up right away either. When he does, he’s strangely without his crown. He has a wild, wicked grin on his face, which quickly slides into a frown.
“Normally we’re summoned with MUCH more fanfare. Why don’t you try again, Cassiel?”
As he says this, he's more than aware that Richie is actually a few months older than him.
"Pokotho," he calls as he searches the town. "Bliklotep, T'noy Kraxis, Nibblenephim!"
He feels his chest tighten, but pushes through it.
"Wiggog Y'wrath!"
"Thanks, Grace!"
He gives her an awkward mix of an apologetic 'sorry I killed you' smile and an affirming nod, then tears from the house to find Richie.
"Pokotho," he calls as he searches the town. "Bliklotep, T'noy Kraxis, Nibblenephim!"
He feels his chest tighten, but pushes through it.
"Wiggog Y'wrath!"
"Thanks, Grace!"
He gives her an awkward mix of an apologetic 'sorry I killed you' smile and an affirming nod, then tears from the house to find Richie.
She steps up to him menacingly.
“Or I will.”
Before he even finishes the word, realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks.
"The book. Richie. Shit! Fucking... Rgh! He wouldn't... He wouldn't be that stupid... Right? Grace? Would... he?"
"Thanks, Grace!"
He gives her an awkward mix of an apologetic 'sorry I killed you' smile and an affirming nod, then tears from the house to find Richie.
[She's teasing a little but starts purring again and keeps kneading until she feels comfortable enough to curl up against him, still purring as she slowly falls asleep.]
"Please stay on good heights," he murmurs. "Level heights. No heights. Stay grounded. Don't want you getting hurt."
Before he even finishes the word, realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks.
"The book. Richie. Shit! Fucking... Rgh! He wouldn't... He wouldn't be that stupid... Right? Grace? Would... he?"
Grace suddenly sprints out from a room, stopping in surprise.
“Cas! Where did the Lords go?”
"I'm not even a nerd, we were friends before you fell through the floor! You whacked me with a towel, quote-on-quote, 'not in the gay way' literally this morning."
Before he even finishes the word, realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks.
"The book. Richie. Shit! Fucking... Rgh! He wouldn't... He wouldn't be that stupid... Right? Grace? Would... he?"
"Please stay on good heights," he murmurs. "Level heights. No heights. Stay grounded. Don't want you getting hurt."
[She trots over to the spot he laid down on, starting to knead on him too.]
"Please stay on good heights," he murmurs. "Level heights. No heights. Stay grounded. Don't want you getting hurt."
"OH maan that's gold. Haha, get your dog ass up here."
"Falling! Falling! Falling!"