-this cruel trick of fate-
*several crumpled pages; following that, a few lines in a script spikier than usual... a perceptive eye might almost call it bitter*
Castiel, Gabriel, honestly. You sound as though this sort of thing has never happened to you before. It probably won't be the last time either, but still, try not to waste it.
[[Private; 50% hackable to people familiar he talks to a lot]]
Nothing I can do, even like this... *a dent in the page, as of some blunt, round object like the edge of a thick bracelet digging into it* It's sure to wear off any moment. Just like the last time this happened, and the time before that.... and on into eternity.
[[/private]]
[[Backdated to late, late, LATE Friday night. Bob was in the library without his journal up until now, trying to break his curse and not succeeding. He's now sitting on a book-box in his tiny office, exhausted and hungry and possibly emoing falling asleep at his desk.]]
Castiel, Gabriel, honestly. You sound as though this sort of thing has never happened to you before. It probably won't be the last time either, but still, try not to waste it.
[[Private; 50% hackable to people familiar he talks to a lot]]
Nothing I can do, even like this... *a dent in the page, as of some blunt, round object like the edge of a thick bracelet digging into it* It's sure to wear off any moment. Just like the last time this happened, and the time before that.... and on into eternity.
[[/private]]
[[Backdated to late, late, LATE Friday night. Bob was in the library without his journal up until now, trying to break his curse and not succeeding. He's now sitting on a book-box in his tiny office, exhausted and hungry and possibly emoing falling asleep at his desk.]]