Maybe I'm blind//Maybe I'm blind

[the_rapturing]

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

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[destroystosave]

Stretching her arms high above her head, fingers threading together as she arched her back, Revan smirked. The sun was out today, and warm against her skin where it was bared. It was one of those lazy days, she could feel it as she cracked her neck, feeling the satisfying pops as she realigned herself.

Not that lazy really meant lazy to the infamous Revan Mirabil. Scoundrels just didn't take days off.

They just grew quiet, subtle.

She moved like a predator, sleek and in that kind of control that looked as though she were really at ease. And that was when she saw her target. It was easy enough to size him up from this distance. Pathetic, wealthy. Men like that were easy, too easy, but that made it even more fun.

"Hello."

[the_rapturing]

Castiel looked up from his reverie. There was something familiar about this woman, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was exactly. He stood and did a small, polite bow. "Good afternoon, my lady. How does has this fine day been treating you?"

[destroystosave]

A gentleman's gentleman. A meek smile wormed onto her face as she looked towards the sky for a moment, hand pressed to her forehead to shield her eyes. "It's quite warm today, bit I am not complaining." Her hand dropped. "And yourself, good sir?"

[the_rapturing]

He had noticed the heat. There was a desire to loosen his collar or remove his cloak but he couldn't now. It was not proper to do so in such company as he was included in at present. He would just have to endure.

"I am doing well. Pray tell, what brings you about to this area?"