And A Prayer
Zachariah hadn’t spoken to Castiel since before Hamburg. He had been chasing the trails of small time demons in the company of cherubs ill equipped to face them, and whose radiation of peace and joy just made him uneasy. The last time he had seen Dean, almost a week ago, had been to fight. Dean had shouted, accused, told him not
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This was a gorgeous addition to your verse.
An answer bubbled up in Castiel’s throat, but the blasphemy of it choked him; ”I can’t help you.” The smoky voice growled, angered and feline, and he chewed on the words that he couldn’t quite say, until they fitted into shapes that his tongue and teeth could bear to make.
This is so beautiful and it describes it in such a way that you can feel every word.
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Thank you so much :) I'm a very visceral person, everything takes up at least two or three senses, so I'm really glad that's coming across. I'm fascinated with the way that Castiel experiences the world. I'm so happy that you're enjoying it.
The verse is looking for a name, if you can think of anything :)
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<3
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Basically all I had to say about that was: YOU ROCK OUT LOUD! Capslock totally necessary.
I'm gonna be printing out the whole of what you have written in this series to read on friday, when I will be stuck in a hospital waiting room. I'm gonna try to remember to come back and leave you a more coherent/practical review later on after I finish this latest installment. But If I do somehow forget. My review for Six Card Spread still stands.
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Thank you, that's an awesome comment :D Good luck with your hospital visit on Friday, I hope it goes as well as mine did (I was in on Tuesday), and I look forward to your comments then :)
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thank u for sharing this.
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Oh, I ramble so much :)
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