Angel of Thursday

My name is Castiel. Unfortunately I do not possess a last name and therefore cannot tell one to you. I'm the angel of Thursday and member of the seventh ring of heaven. Class of Seraphs. If you need anything, praying is an effective method to contat me. Though do so only if it's important. (This is a Supernatural roleplay blog that will interact with anyone. I follow the tag Castielofthursday.)

[castielofthursday]

"Thursday." He said softly. "Alright, I know you're 'busy' and you're probably doing 'heaven stuff' but you can't just go missing for this long and expect me not to be worried." Laughing a little manically Cas ran a hand through his hair. "I can't believe I'm sitting here praying to myself. Would you just take some time out of your busy day and maybe answer your best friend?"

He stops full on. Being curling out at the ends in little strings of color as it tries to catch up to the sudden lack of movement. He had not heard a prayer directed at him in so long. Not from someone he knows. He’s not been in a physical body for so long, he’s forgotten what it even felt like, sounds like. But this voice he remembers. It makes him feel quite suddenly like a person again. So the large mass of color and sound and wavelength scrunches itself up tightly, and begins to shove itself back to earth. Hands, feet, eyes, ears, a heartbeat. It’s disorienting, feels alien yet strikingly familiar. He stumbles as he lands with the quiet sound of wings. “Cas?” His own voice sounds foreign to him. But it’s still there. And he breaks into a smile at his oldest and closest friend.

[nothatkindangel]

He had no idea if Thursday was going to hear him. He had hoped, but he had also BEEN there. Celestial bodies of intent tended to forget about…people. That was a major flaw with the angels in the first place. He could tell it had been a REALLY long time since Thursday had a form and he knew how out of it that it could make you feel.  He grabbed on to home and well yanked him into a hug because what ELSE was he gonna do with his best friend. “Sorry to disturb you, but sometimes you REALLY need to just check in.”  There wasn’t even a crisis. He just missed Thursday. That was all. Things got lonely when you were hiding from heaven. It was good to have his friend back, even it if only might be for a while. “You’ve got that after-burn feeling in your throat don’t you?” It was like tasting ozone and Cas had never really cared for it. 

[castielofthursday]

Oh. Hugging. Yes that, that was a thing he used to do. It took almost half a minute before he had the good mind to raise his arms and hug back. “You’re not disturbing me.” A lie, and a clumsy one, so he decided to try something different. “You’re always allowed to disturb me.” There, that felt more natural.

 As strange as it was to suddenly be physical again, it seemed to be coming back quicker than he had anticipated. You never really forget, maybe. He pulled back from the hug so he could look at Cas, holding onto his shoulders as it to prove to himself he was real. “I missed you.”  

[castielofthursday]

(WOW it’s been a long ass time. Uh. Hi? I graduated college. A close friend basically dragged me at gunpoint back onto this account. And by dragged me at gunpoint I mean they also came back to their old SPN rpblog and send me a message saying they had.)

[castielofthursday]

"Thursday." He said softly. "Alright, I know you're 'busy' and you're probably doing 'heaven stuff' but you can't just go missing for this long and expect me not to be worried." Laughing a little manically Cas ran a hand through his hair. "I can't believe I'm sitting here praying to myself. Would you just take some time out of your busy day and maybe answer your best friend?"

He stops full on. Being curling out at the ends in little strings of color as it tries to catch up to the sudden lack of movement. He had not heard a prayer directed at him in so long. Not from someone he knows. He’s not been in a physical body for so long, he’s forgotten what it even felt like, sounds like. But this voice he remembers. It makes him feel quite suddenly like a person again. So the large mass of color and sound and wavelength scrunches itself up tightly, and begins to shove itself back to earth. Hands, feet, eyes, ears, a heartbeat. It’s disorienting, feels alien yet strikingly familiar. He stumbles as he lands with the quiet sound of wings. “Cas?” His own voice sounds foreign to him. But it’s still there. And he breaks into a smile at his oldest and closest friend.

[vasheren]

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a short little cas comic…i was wondering what cas thought about his vessel, and this was the result :> 

[absentisanima]

+{Pushing Boundaries | Closed}

[absentisanima]

castielofthursday:

absentisxanima:

Sam didn’t waste time in tossing an offhand thanks to the waiters and dismissing them again, more interested in observing Castiel’s expression, trying to guess what thoughts were ticking behind the impassive looks and furrowed brow. He’d already been gazing at Cas when the angel turned his way, and Sam flashed a small smile, handing Castiel a fork from the tabletop. “I ordered a little of alot of things so you can get some more preferences for your collection.” He said, as if finding out what you like and dislike was a new hobby. “You’re going to try food from every plate, and you’re going to tell me your opinions on each one, alright?”

He fought back the urge to smirk. Of course Sam would make this an organized affair. It seemed soul or not some habits were reflexive. Sam was first, foremost and forever methodical. Endearing. So he schooled the smirk into a smile before it could finish forming. “Alright. Do take detailed notes on this. Science is only credible if you have the data to back it up. But don’t be disappointed if I end up giving chemical codes as descriptive answers. Sometimes food just…doesn’t taste like food.” The longer he stayed on earth would help the matter, and also the stronger the flavors. 

Sam snorted and shook his head. “I’m not asking what the food is made of, I’m asking if you enjoy eating it. Chemical codes don’t count as preferences.” Maybe to an angel they were…but he really didn’t see how. That was like listing the ingredients of a cake and expecting a yes or no answer to if he liked it. “Besides, if you couldn’t taste you wouldn’t be scarfing all my peanut-butter. If condiments were a currency you’d be eating me out of house and home.” He’d put taking Cas out off for weeks waiting till he admitted he could actually taste food. “So you can’t use that as a cop-out.”

[castielofthursday]

Chemical codes totally counted. And how dare Sam Winchester attack the sanctity of peanut butter. Heretic. Answering didn’t seem helpful to his cause, so he just gave Sam a pointed look and, without removing eye contact or blinking, ever so slowly picked something off the plate at random and began to eat. ‘Why is this important to you.”

[yidhra-thedreamwitch]

Hello Yidhra

She never noticed it before, or she was never able to notice, just how beautiful the Father had made him. 

There’s a sound around him that she’d never been able to hear before. It rings of Love and Acceptance and Duty. Like a recently struck bell, pealing through an abandoned basilica. 

And she can see him, truly See him. And she nearly weeps with the beauty of it. The Light of him is beyond the color blue, yet that impression is so strong she call almost taste the sky and hear the jays. 

And his wings, oh Heavenly Host, his wings. 

What she can see is the epitome of perfection. It’s waving white silk, swan feathers, and hymnal notes wrapped in quantum theories. Yet there are torn parts. Absent like a black hole swallowing the center of a universe. There are ends peering through, leveled and charred like a forest floor after an arson’s mad games. 

Several faces churn and shift in friendly greeting, some humanoid while others are decidedly ethereal. 

She wonders, in a brief upsurge of vanity, what she must look like to him.

“Hello, Castiel,” and that name carries friend as much as it carries the tone of brother.

[castielofthursday]

“…Or explaining poetry to a fish?” There’s a weak smile on his face. And ah, as about giving it to your Dreamers. Should uh, should you really be doing that? Manipulate their dreams like that?’ He’s unsure to be honest, how large a roll Yidhra plays in her dreamers subject matter. Does she give them nightmares on purpose? What about those strange dreams that don’t make sense? If that when she get’s drunk on the job? He has to shake the thoughts off. “I can teach you as much as I can, but in the end if they can’t understand it then they can’t understand it.” 

Humans never understood faith on the same level of angels. They were different species, and that went a long way. “Faith is…” He falters, humming his contemplation. “Trust, foremost. Trust that what is being told to you is helpful and kind. You have faith because you want what you believe in to be something that’s on your side.’

[castielofthursday]

I am perplexed. Satan, get out.

[absentisanima]

It's sudden and without warning. Castiel isn't there one moment and the next he is, tackling Sam and taking them both onto the floor ad he moves to sit on top of him. "Hey." Slowly he pulls out a rubber band and starts braiding a small strand of his hair.

     ”Sonuva-                                                             Jesus-“

Sam’s newspaper went flying as the trenchocated body of an angel toppled into him, sending them both to the floor. He was halfway towards throwing a punch and grasping for a weapon when it registered that it was Castiel who had sat himself on his stomach, and his motions stilled, though the scowl didn’t go anywhere.

“I should have known I’d have to specify a time for this.”Unfortunately he’d gotten distracted. And he hadn’t anticipated Castiel would simply show up out of the blue.

[absentisanima]

castielofthursday:

absentisxanima:

“Only a little.” It wasn’t the kind of ribbing he usually administered, but nevertheless. Sam found it easiest, when dealing with Castiel, to be as up-front as possible. That included admitting when he was teasing him….if he’d been caught while doing it. Otherwise it was his own decision and usually he didn’t bother.

Castiel had gone from serious to serene, back to serious, tolerant, worried; and now he was practically purring, a warm, bright ball of sunshine. He wasn’t quite sure what exactly it was he’d said that warranted this abrupt about-face in his mood, but it was definitely something he planned to wallow in as much as possible. It wasn’t often one acted this way in his presence, he had the tendency to aggravate, whether intentionally or not.

His fingers returned to Castiel’s shirt, tugging tails from waistband. “I think we should keep your pants on this time.” He observed, making quick work of the rest of the buttons and starting to push coat, jacket and shirt all off the other’s shoulders at once.

“At least you told me this time you were.” Small miracles were miracles non the less, and he was grateful for them. Even if the teasing sometimes was something he did like. As annoying as it could me. He would die before he admit the attention was something he loved. Which brought him to the current moment. 

This was still in the realm of okay. Near the border but still alright. In al honesty truth was holding him through this without too much apprehension. Sam had proven time and time again as someone who kept his word, so Castiel felt no need to worry. Much. There was no helping some of the anxiety. But he managed it well enough when Sam gently pushed the fabric off him. He moved his head and shoulders ever so slightly to the side. A subtle way to try and help with Sam’s hands guiding the clothes off. 

“If I told you everytime it’d take the fun out of it.” He didn’t ask if Cas agreed, because even if he didn’t…Sam found not telling him fun anyway. Half the reason he teased him in the first place was the reactions he garnered, and when Cas didn’t get it the reactions were so much better.

Even though Sam was usually pleasantly surprised maybe even a little proud when he recognized the teasing. It’d taken a couple of years, but he was learning. Slowly.

If this were someone else, some other time, now would be the time Sam hauled the other over his shoulder and tossed him into the bed. Now would be the start of the action. But Cas was still nervous, and it was hard enough to remember to go slow as it was. (Mostly for the fact he rarely went slow at all.) He still left the clothes in a rumpled pile on the ground behind Castiel’s heels, but in lieu of his rushing forward Sam took another measured step, and caught the angel’s hands, placing both on the buttons of his shirt. “Your turn.” He prodded, hoping that by reciprocating his actions Cas would feel a little more at ease.

[castielofthursday]

“You take far too much pleasure out of an activity usually reserved for children.” Yet he didn’t say if it bothered him or not. A careful use of omission most angles were good at. Mainly because it was wired into their very genetics to be far more sassy than quite necessary. But that was another story, and the story happening right now was far too interesting to risk digressing away from. 

Case and point when Sam gently guided his hands to his shirt. The message was easily understood and as he moved to very slowly and meticulously remove the clothing one single button at a time he thought of a rabbit and how he might handle the situation present before him. The answer was he would have as much fun with it at the others expense as possible. So maybe following the rabbits reasoning completely wouldn’t be the best of ideas. 

[yidhra-thedreamwitch]

Hello Yidhra

She never noticed it before, or she was never able to notice, just how beautiful the Father had made him. 

There’s a sound around him that she’d never been able to hear before. It rings of Love and Acceptance and Duty. Like a recently struck bell, pealing through an abandoned basilica. 

And she can see him, truly See him. And she nearly weeps with the beauty of it. The Light of him is beyond the color blue, yet that impression is so strong she call almost taste the sky and hear the jays. 

And his wings, oh Heavenly Host, his wings. 

What she can see is the epitome of perfection. It’s waving white silk, swan feathers, and hymnal notes wrapped in quantum theories. Yet there are torn parts. Absent like a black hole swallowing the center of a universe. There are ends peering through, leveled and charred like a forest floor after an arson’s mad games. 

Several faces churn and shift in friendly greeting, some humanoid while others are decidedly ethereal. 

She wonders, in a brief upsurge of vanity, what she must look like to him.

“Hello, Castiel,” and that name carries friend as much as it carries the tone of brother.

[castielofthursday]

Flight for an angel, even with wings manifested, is a concept. A thought. There is no physics that hold sway over it’s failure or success, otherwise no angel could ever get off the ground. But it doesn’t and they do. One powerful downbeat and he’s airborne along with his sister. He never lets go of her hands, keeping them tightly grasped between them both as they gain a few feet of altitude. “Movement is important, but intent is the main factor.” A burst of euphoria hits him then, powerful enough to nearly stop all his thought. It’s simply been so long since he’s been with another angel. The feeling is overwhelming.  

[yidhra-thedreamwitch]

“Intent”, she repeats, feeling out what he means. She understands when she imagines breezes and endless clouds, no limitations of gravity or even of her own muscle structure. It’s beyond weightlessness. It’s being where she needs to be. 

She can see fields of stars unfold before her with that revelation. She can see pathways between comets, tunnels through forgotten places, swaths of sky untouched by anything. Her own euphoria echoes out to match his, and something wells up inside of her because of it.

The ringing of his happiness resonates within her, drawing out a similar note to match it. She can feel how their meeting is harmonizing, twirling together to create brand new sounds and shapes. Yidhra opens her mouth, and a sound beyond sound spills out, bringing with it this new sensation of beyond-flight and the companionship she feels with being near him. 

She has been Singing to her Dreamers, but this is the first time she’s not Singing alone. 

[castielofthursday]

Yidhra sings like a Bell-class Fledgling. All sweet tones and excitement in their work. The special music class between the younger Tones and the older Chimes. Bells have a semi-solid grasp on their Control like the Chimes, but still manage to hang onto the uninhibited form that is somewhat lost with the gaining of tone Control. But Yidhra was far from a young Fledgling just shy of five hundred. She was older than even he was, and with hardly any instruction at all Castiel knew she could easily surpass even the Chimes and move onto the rank of Singer. With her history and complex existence, maybe even a Songbird. 

And he feels this is as good a time as any, to teach Songtalk. Castiel guided her into the air and let go of her hands easily, watching with delight as she stayed flight born without any outside help. And as he did so he sang back to her the joy she was expressing note for note in a near perfect echo.  I hear you. I understand you. This joy you feel is shared. 

Songtalk, unlike Latin or Enochian which were the standard spoken languages of the angels, was a wordless language built entirely around music. Abstract concepts, memories and emotions being passed from one angel to another. Angels could read the minds of their peers, and the sound of it was divine. o he repeated the song and prayed she would understand it and be able to communicate back.  Your joy is shared. 

[yidhra-thedreamwitch]

As he sang back to her, she shivered in unrepressed delight. Father,this is beyond Glory that she could’ve imagined. Her song is not met with lonely echoes, but a resounding accompaniment. She could fill her heart in all the empty spaces she’d ignored. 

She heard his own triumphant calls of having a Sister to teach and to sing with. She heard his eagerness to show him the ways of the Choir, her new place among them. He would be her guide in the Father’s Kingdom, and she could not ask for a better mentor. 

She changed her tone to one of gratitude and love. All the things she had expressed before as their friendship had grown, but now she could emphasize it with colorful sounds and shining notes. 

[castielofthursday]

The mild apprehension crawled back into his mind. Yidhra was so happy, quite frankly happier than he had ever seen her outside her dreamworld. And he was happy for her. Overjoyed even in how he could share something so personal and important with his friend had have it be returned in full. But still the worry stayed and begged the question. Was this really Yidhra? Was she happy like this because of her own free will or because of the wiring of an angel? If given the choice would she have wanted this? It was hard to think about because the answer eluded him. 

He shoved them back and continued to smile at his sister. “You learn so very quickly. Already you’re airbone and singing with the best of them. What other things do you want to learn? Does anything come to mind?”

[absentisanima]

It's sudden and without warning. Castiel isn't there one moment and the next he is, tackling Sam and taking them both onto the floor ad he moves to sit on top of him. "Hey." Slowly he pulls out a rubber band and starts braiding a small strand of his hair.

     ”Sonuva-                                                             Jesus-“

Sam’s newspaper went flying as the trenchocated body of an angel toppled into him, sending them both to the floor. He was halfway towards throwing a punch and grasping for a weapon when it registered that it was Castiel who had sat himself on his stomach, and his motions stilled, though the scowl didn’t go anywhere.

“I should have known I’d have to specify a time for this.”Unfortunately he’d gotten distracted. And he hadn’t anticipated Castiel would simply show up out of the blue.

[absentisanima]

castielofthursday:

“You’re teasing me again.” Maybe he had caught on later than he should. At least he had managed to catch it this time. Castiel tried to school his expression back into what Uriel used to call ‘the proper default of their species’, but it was much to hard with the relief he still felt. So instead he allowed himself to smile and press closer to Sam. Before he could open his mouth to speak again it was suddenly occupied by Sams mouth. No complains were had by this. Carefully he let go of Sam’s remaining hand and just enjoyed the moment he currently existed in. Far too often he was denied this luxury. Angels lived too much in the past and future and other dimensions to ever take the time to view the current. Something he was beginning to see was well worth a try. 

One of his hands fell to rest by his side while the other moved to pet once more through Sam’s hair in a rhythmic motion. When he finally pulled back to speak he did so against Sam’s lips, in a way that every time he moved to make a consonance their lips would brush against each others. “I think you should undress me now.” 

“Only a little.” It wasn’t the kind of ribbing he usually administered, but nevertheless. Sam found it easiest, when dealing with Castiel, to be as up-front as possible. That included admitting when he was teasing him….if he’d been caught while doing it. Otherwise it was his own decision and usually he didn’t bother.

Castiel had gone from serious to serene, back to serious, tolerant, worried; and now he was practically purring, a warm, bright ball of sunshine. He wasn’t quite sure what exactly it was he’d said that warranted this abrupt about-face in his mood, but it was definitely something he planned to wallow in as much as possible. It wasn’t often one acted this way in his presence, he had the tendency to aggravate, whether intentionally or not.

His fingers returned to Castiel’s shirt, tugging tails from waistband. “I think we should keep your pants on this time.” He observed, making quick work of the rest of the buttons and starting to push coat, jacket and shirt all off the other’s shoulders at once.

[castielofthursday]

“At least you told me this time you were.” Small miracles were miracles non the less, and he was grateful for them. Even if the teasing sometimes was something he did like. As annoying as it could me. He would die before he admit the attention was something he loved. Which brought him to the current moment. 

This was still in the realm of okay. Near the border but still alright. In al honesty truth was holding him through this without too much apprehension. Sam had proven time and time again as someone who kept his word, so Castiel felt no need to worry. Much. There was no helping some of the anxiety. But he managed it well enough when Sam gently pushed the fabric off him. He moved his head and shoulders ever so slightly to the side. A subtle way to try and help with Sam’s hands guiding the clothes off. 

[castielofthursday]

Happy Halloween everyone. Stay save and happy. 

[castielofthursday]

Somehow in between my hellish workload I manged to finish this. haha!

[sabriel-otp]

Do you ever have moments when you see a news article about someone doing something royally not smart because "jesus told them" and just be like Gabe you need to stop....

Imagine how annoyed God is with some of that crap?

[consulting-cannibal]

GOOOOOOOOOOOD THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS

[castielofthursday]

secretagentclintbarton replied to your post:Why is my client a mouse. What does a mouse need...

But it’s getting cold outside and a mouse needs a warm place too

I haven’t even thought of that. You are absolutely right. I will make this mouse the best most clean home she could ever want. Because for some reason or another she wanted a ‘clean’ home. 

[castielofthursday]

I don’t think I’m qualified for this. 

[castielofthursday]

Why is my client a mouse. What does a mouse need with an entire home. This is not the natural habitat of a mouse. 

[castielofthursday]

I have acquired the “Happy Home Designer”, and despite the warm welcome I fear these animals have not seen any of my credentials during the hiring process. Otherwise they would have seen I have no credentials.