52 (voice, backdated) - fallen

[conductyourself]

[ There's a lot of static in the feed - you can clearly hear the voices over it, but nothing else. ]

What did you do with Castiel, Hellspawn? [ ... Though I guess Clef's voice is coming through a little quiet and shaky. Must be the device. ]

...

I did nothing.

[ Castiel's came through loud and clear, on the other hand. There's a beat-- and then

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Sunday morning, early; closed action

[pharles_at_life]

[ I hope you weren't planning on sleeping late because someone has just rushed loudly into your room and onto your bed. ]

Clef!

[ Oh hay you are here. That's a definite relief. ]

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[conductyourself]

Eh? [ Was srsly asleep, what. Kind of opens his eyes and looks at the way one would look at a child who just burst into one's room and started jumping on the bed at stupid o'clock on a Sunday morning. Which is sort of what just happened, minus the child part.

Then he notices who it is and his expression softens. Clearly some other type of response is required. ]

... Hnn?

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[pharles_at_life]

[ Just grins stupidly for a moment. Yes, she's aware that people who die in the City come back, but they don't feel this alive when they do. She's not even sure if they have to sleep. So he's alive and he's here and she's impossibly happy about that. ]

[ Time for hugs. ]

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[conductyourself]

[ Hugged, eep! ]

[ ... It takes him a moment, but eventually he remembers. And he just sighs and hugs her tighter. ]

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[pharles_at_life]

What did -- That curse -- [ I'm articulate, really. Pauses, sighs. ] It's finally over.

[ That was a looooooong one. The idea worries her. ]

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[conductyourself]

[ Smiles up at her in agreement. And then sighs and flops backwards onto the pillows, just holding her hands. ]

I'm sorry.

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[pharles_at_life]

Sorry? Why are you sorry? I'm the one - [ She looks away. ] I really hurt some people. [ Sighs and will kinda curl up with, if there's room. ] You pursued what you thought was right.

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[conductyourself]

[ Of course there's room. He kinda shifts position for purposes of more effectively cuddling before reaching over and brushing her cheek with a hand. ]

I'm glad that you're yourself again.

Sunday morning, early; closed action

[pharles_at_life]

Me too.

[ She remembers it like a bad dream: when people were pawns to her, whether they were humans or angels or demons. When she could hardly muster caring besides a certain sick enjoyment of suffering. When she was completely convinced that she was right. ]

Me too. And I'm glad you're back.

[ She smiles the tiniest bit, cuddling into him. ] I liked your wings, though.