#paradiseopen

[unwillingprophet]

Kevin stepped uneasily through the quiet halls of the library. Shaking hands clutched his heavy backpack to his chest. Sam was supposed to be right back, researching something on one of the other floors and trying to get access to some documents he didn't have clearance for. Meanwhile Kevin was supposed to be concentrating on the tome Crowley had given him, along with the slabs of God's Word. Shakily he sat down at one of the empty tables, pulling the book out first, as it was less likely to turn heads. Raking his fingers through his hair he got to work trying to translate.

[heavenraiiser]

Just droppin' in to say that everything is being queued. I'll be playin' Skyrim, calling schools, applying for jobs, and reading my new Tolkien books for a while, so I'll be pretty absent on here. Though that's not unusual lately.

I also think I'm gonna leave my groups though, because I've been having trouble with my muse and I won't be around much. So it's got nothin' ta do with anyone in the groups, it's just I don't wanna let anyone down. I won't unfollow anyone [even though 90+ people on my dash is a bit much] and if any o' ya'll wanna thread or somethin', feel free to hit me up, because I'm always up for new threads.

Anyway, I just wanted to let ya'll know what's goin' on before I disappear again. I adore and love you guys and I'm always on Skype if ya need me; bye!

[heavenraiiser]

It was cold as Castiel flopped onto the ground.

His whole body hurt and his wings.. He wasn't sure he remembered how to use them. It'd been so long since he'd been able to.

In Purgatory.. There was no use for wings or grace. No point in attempting flight when there were beings older than yourself in there hunting you. No purpose in trying to run when they would only catch up to you.

But out here? Here, in the waking world of sun and stars and cars, with people wandering about and children watching mindless television programs; here one had reason to fly to use their wings.

If they could remember how to use them.

[unwillingprophet]

The hunt for a hole in Purgatory had brought Kevin and the Moose to an old used book store rumored to have some interesting mythological texts. While he liked Sam's company, and was grateful for the protection he'd so graciously given him, he couldn't help but miss having moments to himself. The teen wandered through the aisles of books, mindful to never be without calling distance, eyes scanning the binding of the various tattered and heavily loved books. He found himself suddenly in the Sci-Fi section, cluttered with bent and faded paperbacks. His fingertips brushed against one still in good condition, labeled Dune.