(open) ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙʟɪɴᴅ

[unwings]

WHO: Castiel
WHAT: catch-all, open and closed starters
WHEN: november-december
WHERE: cadens, nocwich, horizon
WARNING: nothing yet

ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛʀᴜɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ
sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴏғ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs
ᴄᴇʀᴇʙʀᴀʟ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇsᴛ
ᴀʟʟ ʜᴏʟʟᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

Comments

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Jo's eyebrows went up and combined into a crinkle of ludicrousness before her eyes opened, even as they each happened in circuit order. The last only opened back to two-thirds of the way, like she had to see if he was being serious right there. With that.

But he's still lying out in the water. Body-shaped blob, she was still doing her best not to look at so closely as the water made it far too easy to do from this close. The WTF of his mouth made it easy to stay on his face, beleaguered rejection of his necessity to throw things like that randomly out of his mouth.

Perhaps it was doubly good the people had all left. ]


Seriously?

[unwings]

Yes?

[ Cas answers with dubious confidence. he blinks, then levers himself up from the water a bit to look over the jo. no eyes drifting south, just finding her face with knit brows. ]

Why would I lie about motel murders?

[ it does, after a beat, occur to him that bathtub corpses are not the most relaxing topic, and now that he's sat himself up, the spirit of refreshment and rejuvenation has left him. ah. ]

Did I ruin the relaxation?

[tobeclosetohim]

[ The guy's—angel's—face is a problem.
From murder and body ditching to stricken concern. ]

You're kind of hopeless, you know?

[ She says it light, no judgement, letting her eyes close and leave the puppy face of sudden confusion behind her eyelids. ] No, body disposal is not usually the kind of thing you discuss in mixed company with normal people like it's normal.

[ Which isn't saying it's not normal,
but she grew up in a bar with nothing off-limits.
Who still didn't talk about this with them inside it. ]