Maybe I'm blind//Maybe I'm blind
WHO: Revan and Cas
LOCATION: Places :|a
WEEK: Romance Event
TIME: Whenever
WHAT: Castiel, his heart long since grown cold by having to deal with the more serious aspects of a lord's life, is enjoying some quiet solitude by a tree outside. His pen is poised above a blank sheet of paper, but he's unsure of what to write. He hasn't written to his dear sister in ages. It is long past time, but how can he tell her everything is going well in his search for a lady for Heaven? He has found many more interested in his name and fortune than in him. With a heavy heart, he trudges on.
When lo, from the wings enters Revan.
RATING: PG-13?
Castiel sat on a tree stump, staring at the blank sheet of paper before him. A sigh escaped from his lips. He had put off writing his dear sister for far too long. He didn't have any news to relay to her. At least not on the subjects she was most interested in hearing about.
His attempts to find a suitable mate had all fallen short. There were many who wanted him for his name, his estate, or his fortune. He didn't care for any of those ladies. None of them had the right spark.
His parents had experienced a love affair for the centuries. Perhaps it was naive of him to wish for the same thing, but he didn't want a marriage of mere convenience. he was hoping for something more than the common high-bred lady. He wished for excitement.
A breeze stirred, ruffling his hair and tugging at the ends of his cloak. He cast his gaze into the distance. How silly of a grown man to have such childish desires. He was no better than a young school girl.
[Ooc: I'm not the greatest at starting out in quicklog, but if you want to move to that, it's fine with me!]
LOCATION: Places :|a
WEEK: Romance Event
TIME: Whenever
WHAT: Castiel, his heart long since grown cold by having to deal with the more serious aspects of a lord's life, is enjoying some quiet solitude by a tree outside. His pen is poised above a blank sheet of paper, but he's unsure of what to write. He hasn't written to his dear sister in ages. It is long past time, but how can he tell her everything is going well in his search for a lady for Heaven? He has found many more interested in his name and fortune than in him. With a heavy heart, he trudges on.
When lo, from the wings enters Revan.
RATING: PG-13?
Castiel sat on a tree stump, staring at the blank sheet of paper before him. A sigh escaped from his lips. He had put off writing his dear sister for far too long. He didn't have any news to relay to her. At least not on the subjects she was most interested in hearing about.
His attempts to find a suitable mate had all fallen short. There were many who wanted him for his name, his estate, or his fortune. He didn't care for any of those ladies. None of them had the right spark.
His parents had experienced a love affair for the centuries. Perhaps it was naive of him to wish for the same thing, but he didn't want a marriage of mere convenience. he was hoping for something more than the common high-bred lady. He wished for excitement.
A breeze stirred, ruffling his hair and tugging at the ends of his cloak. He cast his gaze into the distance. How silly of a grown man to have such childish desires. He was no better than a young school girl.
[Ooc: I'm not the greatest at starting out in quicklog, but if you want to move to that, it's fine with me!]