#seraphichearts

[venmousbite]

closed starter @seraphichearts // balthazar && castiel.

frequenting all of which washington had to offer was appealing upon resurrection, frankly, it began to lose it’s touch. how was an angel supposed to enjoy freedom while confined ?? the only one whom could be blamed was the one responsible for his existence; would he bother to bring him back ?? he was never the actual favorite ( or the others constant rebuilding suggested such ) which speak of the devil. balthazar rose from his chair to gain eye contact, “ cas. " announcing while spreading his arms in dramatization, “ my comrade, brother. " at this point the words were borderline offensive. the friendliness wore off as facial features hardened, “ have you come to stab me in the back again, brother ?? or is your cherub nearby to do it for you ?? " to say the extent of the betrayal still hurt was an understatement. 

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"Castiel?” His name was the first thing that escaped her mouth. She hadn’t taken long to find him, she knew where he lived now, and she knew she only had to walk right through these doors to do so. But the lack of food scent in the rooms made her wonder what had happened to him. Last thing she knew, he was human. What was going on now?

Walking through the kitchen, the cold dry sink and the empty trashcan, she took a deep breath. What the fuck did you do, again? Finally, she found him, she knew he was here, she just had to find which room. And the sight of his wings told her immediately what he had done. “Whose soul did you sell for that?” She asked on a rather calm tone.

“Castiel, you have to stop. Father is going to put an end to you if you don’t.” A statement. She had to talk to him, even if their father didn’t want her to. She had to get involved, to try to reason with him. He was her best friend, for Christ’s sake. “You know I love you, brother. But I am still and always will be under God’s commands. If you don’t stop, you fight against me as well.” And she hoped it would be enough to make him stop.

[mcrcki]

“oi, you’re that angel guy, aren’t you?” ginny called as she spotted cass in the distance, trench coat sticking out against the rest of the coats around dc. she remembered him from before, they’d spoken only once but ginny was convince he was a nutter, or some wizard that’d taken one too many potions, practiced the wrong spells on himself. no one was really an angel, that was impossible, even for wizard standards. although, mum would probably be cross if she knew ginny was out here messing with an angel, if he really was what he said he was. “ever figure out how to fit a whole cow in your mouth?”

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@seraphichearts for a closed starter 

Go on the haunted roller coaster ride they said.  It’ll be fun they said.  Well it was fun to begin with and he got a thrill out of it. . .but he never expected to see Asmodeus in all his douchbaggery waiting for him with opened arms.  “Kentucky fried fuck !”  Gabriel yelled, trying to run past his captor.

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Gabriel was resting in a hammock, Hawaiian music playing seemingly out of nowhere as he sips a pina colada from a coconut.  His eyes are shut so he can’t see someone staring at him but he can feel the eyes on him, a feeling he’s used to but hates so much.  “What ?  Ever tried resting in a hammock ?  It’s really relaxing.”  

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“Castiel?” Broken wings and broken halo had gave it away, but so did the trench coat. Hester had been expecting everything but that. She had been expecting to see everyone, anyone, but not her former superior. “What are you doing here?” Maybe deep down she knew. He was the Winchesters’ puppet, so maybe he was just following them, once again.

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One sight, and Uriel knew it was the one she needed to kill. The one that caused her to die, and the one reason why she had never been reunited with Lucifer after all. Angel blade in hand, she followed, until the moment they arrived in front of this door, and she was being silent. The blade against his back, a smile appeared on her lips as she touched the other angel’s wings. “Look how far you’ve fallen. Hello, Castiel.”

[whateverittakeshqs]

Is that (CHRIS WOOD) stepping out of the motel? My bad, it seems to be (RIVER HOWLETT), who comes straight from (MARVEL). I believe they are an (ORIGINAL) character who’s (TWENTY-FIVE) years old and it seems they (DO) remember who they really are. (ooc: max)

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