Crochet!Castiel's and Crochet!Balthazar's adventures in London (and Dublin)
As you may or may not know, crochet!Castiel and crochet!Balthazar came to London with me last weekend. I had planned on only taking crochet!Cas but crochet!Bal wouldn't let me and I wasn't too keen on being smitten.
They travelled in their own private little coach, aka my hand luggage, and soon crochet!Bal would start complaining to me for not knocking. I think his exact words where: "If you don't want to join in, close the door."
This is crochet!Cas and crochet!Bal in London, enjoying the view from my their hotel room. Or, well, crochet!Cas enjoying the view, and crochet!Bal not taking his eyes off crochet!Cas:
Word of advise: Never let two angels alone in your hotel room, particularly not these two, or you may walk into something like this when you get back:
Get a room you two... oh, wait. Never mind.
Tea time in Britain. Crochet!Cas was very keen to learn more about weird human traditions in this part of the world, and crochet!Bal was more than happy to show him. Everything to get his boyfriend's brother's mind off the tragedy of the last year:
On Saturday, crochet!Cas came into the city with me, while crochet!Bal had "things to do" - whatever that means.
We had breakfast near Liverpool Street Station (that's Wolf in Sheep's Clothing next to crochet!Cas, by the way. He liked to travel the world with my Dad):
And here is crochet!Cas relaxing in Holland Park and watching the humans:
We took a bus back towards the hotel, which crochet!Cas thought was slow and confining, but interesting:
By the way, this is a sign I found in our bathroom at the hotel in London. I'm not kidding. Fandom truly is everywhere:
Crochet!Cas and crochet!Bal both came to Dublin with me as well, to keep me company, and because they've discovered they quite like being on holidays.
Crochet!Cas reenacted "The Man Who Would be King" at Dublin's Grand Canal. But, other than his alter ego, he got a sign when he asked for one:
That's all for now. I'm not sure I'll have time to take the angels for a little more sightseeing in Dublin. But if I do, I'll take photos.
They travelled in their own private little coach, aka my hand luggage, and soon crochet!Bal would start complaining to me for not knocking. I think his exact words where: "If you don't want to join in, close the door."
This is crochet!Cas and crochet!Bal in London, enjoying the view from my their hotel room. Or, well, crochet!Cas enjoying the view, and crochet!Bal not taking his eyes off crochet!Cas:
Word of advise: Never let two angels alone in your hotel room, particularly not these two, or you may walk into something like this when you get back:
Get a room you two... oh, wait. Never mind.
Tea time in Britain. Crochet!Cas was very keen to learn more about weird human traditions in this part of the world, and crochet!Bal was more than happy to show him. Everything to get his boyfriend's brother's mind off the tragedy of the last year:
On Saturday, crochet!Cas came into the city with me, while crochet!Bal had "things to do" - whatever that means.
We had breakfast near Liverpool Street Station (that's Wolf in Sheep's Clothing next to crochet!Cas, by the way. He liked to travel the world with my Dad):
And here is crochet!Cas relaxing in Holland Park and watching the humans:
We took a bus back towards the hotel, which crochet!Cas thought was slow and confining, but interesting:
By the way, this is a sign I found in our bathroom at the hotel in London. I'm not kidding. Fandom truly is everywhere:
Crochet!Cas and crochet!Bal both came to Dublin with me as well, to keep me company, and because they've discovered they quite like being on holidays.
Crochet!Cas reenacted "The Man Who Would be King" at Dublin's Grand Canal. But, other than his alter ego, he got a sign when he asked for one:
That's all for now. I'm not sure I'll have time to take the angels for a little more sightseeing in Dublin. But if I do, I'll take photos.