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"And why should I believe you?"

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sincethexbeginning || nothingwentwrongwithme || suburbakniight || exitiosaxe
"And why should I believe you?"
"We probably shouldn't be doing this..." [I know we have threads already, but I had to]
Send “We probably shouldn’t be doing this…” for our muse’s to start having sex in an elevator.
Castiel didn’t exactly know what came over him, but standing beside Ben in the elevator, he’d not been able to stop himself, turning and kissing the younger man. His hands were fisted into Ben’s shirt, and he was pressing his body into Ben’s. He knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, giving into such human urges, but he didn’t seem to be able to, or want to, stop. He vaguely realised that was reaching out his hand, and shoving it against the stop button, making the elevator jolt to a stop.
nothingwentwrongwithme replied to your post “If Dean’s birthday would have been today instead of tomorrow, he would...”
It's already his birthday here, does that count??
Not really since his birthday is the 24th and National Pie Day is the 23rd. :/
| @nothingwentwrongwithme |
this is... very interesting...
"Hm?"
Send “Hm?” for my muses reaction to yours kissing them suddenly.
Castiel tried to recall what they’d been discussing, but he couldn’t, his mind was blank, astonished by the feeling of lips on his, and even more astonished by the fact that he liked it, he kissed Ben back, wrapping an arm around the other man’s neck, as he fell into the kiss.
Ben: So what if I sign my work. Max: No, it's more than that. You give them your barcode and then you hunt them down and kill them. Don't you get it? You're killing yourself over and over again. Do you hate yourself that much?
Haunted By Your Ghost - A Ben and Max fanmix
Tracklist:
Prelude 12/21 - A.F.I. / Field Of Innocence - Evanescence / Do You Believe In Angels - The Last Dance / Pet - A Perfect Circle / So Cold - Breaking Benjamin / Resurrection - One-Eyed Doll / Haunted - Poe / Your Ghost - Greg Laswell / Hymn For The Missing - Red / Lullaby - Kimberly Freeman
Listen to it here
[ nothingwentwrongwithme: ]
Ben didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him, there must have been something in the way he was programmed, made…whichever. Either way, he hated feeling like this and angel was warm. “Everywhere, just—everywhere.” Ben mumbled, glad that Castiel had not made him move for the moment. “It must have been Manticore.” He hated it either way.
Cas nodded, the perk of being an angel, was that his grace locked down inside the vessel, burned bright, keeping him eternally warm, he wouldn't know cold in the vessel. Eventually, he shifted, reaching for the discarded trenchcoat - he was glad he'd thought to take it off for once, and covered them both with it, hoping the material of the coat might help keep him warm. He felt a brief flash of hatred for the organisation, who had a twisted god complex, to take humans, his father's most precious creation, and reprogramme it, it was an act beyond redemption. "Is this better?" he asked, rubbing the other man's arms lightly.
"You are really warm.."
Send "You are really warm.." for my muses reaction to your's suddenly crawling over them and laying on my muse, whilst my muse happened to be laying on their back...
Castiel opened his eyes, startled by the sudden body laying on him. He eyed the other man, not really sure of the protocol, or what to do, and eventually settled for replying, "My grace keeps me at a comfortable temperature in this body." He made no movement, "Where you cold?"