[ There isn’t much to see behind him. A bit of illuminated grantite. A sliver of black that, by now, ought to be easily recognizable as the sky. His hair shifts in the wind, proof that he’s outside, though if the chill of the air disturbs him, there’s no discomfort evident on his face. Maybe it’s the sweater and the heavy coat keeping him warm. ( Read more... )

[Yes, as if Castiel hadn't been unimpressed enough with being forced to wear normal well-fitted clothing since his arrival, he is now trapped within the confines of his very own Misha sweater. The only way it could ever get better is through the lovely addition of some subtle nativity imagery embroidered beneath the pattern across his chest. The ( Read more... )

[There's the sound of repetitive holiday music playing as Vanessa sighs.]

Has that much time already passed that it's Christmas? [She tugs at the sweater she's wearing and sighs.] This is awful. Tacky, even. [Tug tug.] And trust me, I know tacky. My mom has made bad designer decisions before.

[There's a few moments of silence from her before she ( Read more... )

[ The transmission begins on a wobble, focusing on a skyline that's distinctly sideways. Veering away from this a moment later, it comes to a shaky halt on a young man's dirt streaked face. He has wide blue eyes and three marks to each cheek and is that a twig in his hair? Best not to ask. In any case, he looks somewhere between harassed and ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )