#fallenseraphiel

[rebellingwings]

fallenseraphiel replied to your post:[ i dragged that au thing just again for fun aND...

[ I’VE GOTTEN THAT LIKE EVERY TIME. AND THEN I HAVE TO CRY FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES ]

[ omfg im not alone ]

[rebellingwings]

fallenseraphiel replied to your post:[ i want to make one of those self promo things...

[ i’m bored, so i could make you one if you want? ]

[ yOU WOULD DO THAT FOR MEEEEE???

ahhHHhhh if you really wanted to...that'd be cool ]

[rebellingwings]

♚ ; only because this would be mad awkward. oh and plus the angel feels

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I'll reply with what mine does.

The angel’s breathing was a little more rapid than usual. This was certainly an awkward turn of events for him. He did want to know how Seraphiel managed to fall asleep, though—she is an angel after all. Castiel didn’t want to disrupt her, so he found a comfortable position with the limited movement he had and sat there until she woke up.

[crazyimpulsivearchive-blog]

fallenseraphiel replied to your post:fallenseraphiel replied to...

Yes can we do that??

brb doing it

[crazyimpulsivearchive-blog]

fallenseraphiel replied to your post:fallenseraphiel replied to your post:billie piper...

I’ll get on that asap

thx boo

[crazyimpulsivearchive-blog]

fallenseraphiel replied to your post:billie piper icons for → fallenseraphiel made...

Swiggity swirlend, I love my girlfriend

is there any way you could embroider this on a pillow

[malusangelus-archive-blog]

"Kiss me, quick!" [ so sorry i'm so bored lol! ]

Send me "Kiss me, quick!" and I'll generate a number

24. Spine

      His nest, in hindsight, could have done with being a little more spacious. It was large enough, make no mistake, but there wasn’t much breathing room, and that left him and his sister coiled around each other, a mass of tangled limbs and errant feathers. He shifted his position, taking advantage of the quiet moment to trail kisses along Seraphiel’s spine.

[servusxlunam]

       The motel door opened easily as he led her in, the room scattered with his still half-unpacked belongings.  His face was contorted in confusion as he closed the door behind them, shutting out the chilly night.  When he'd seen her sprawled across the tree stump, if one could even call such a mass that -- he'd assumed the worst.  But while shaken, she looked good as new, a concept he was still wrapping his mind around.

               "Here," He murmured, pulling the quilt off of the bed and pausing.  He moved to wrap it around her shoulders but thought better of it -- that level of familiarity was most likely reserved for someone you knew more about than their name -- and placed it in her hands.  

             "Did you get lost?" He asked, fighting back the urge to launch into a full-on inquisition.  The position he'd found her in was precarious at best, and while he was no stranger to the impossible and supernatural, weird still came to mind.