Five, four, three, two, one.

[the_rapturing]

Characters: Castiel and Catty Turner; Closed
Location: A marketplace
Planet: Corsucant
When: Week Seven, afternoon
What: Castiel is trying to be a pretty sparkly goddess. And a certain someone has his jacket >(
Rating: PG?

Comments

let's do this :|b

[pathtosacrifice]

It was all some cruel joke on her. She had done exactly what they all expected of her. She fulfilled the prophecy, even did things she wasn't ever going to be proud of or forget in order to sacrifice her own life to make the world a better place. And instead of sending her to the afterlife, giving her a proper hero's welcome or giving her Chris, she was here.

And for awhile, it wasn't so bad. This place, this Revan, had given her Vanessa. She had purpose again. But then Vanessa was gone, and in her stead she had received a flasher coat as a parting gift.

Oh, the Fates were definitely laughing at Catty. There was no doubt about it.

Grabbing the coat, she made her way out of the apartment as quietly as she could, wondering why the hell she was bringing it with her, why she had gotten it, what she was even going to do with it. Wrapped up in her own thoughts and self-pity, she didn't even realize where she was going until she bumped into someone else.

"Sorry!" Glancing up, Catty offered the most realistic smile that she could muster.

\o/

[the_rapturing]

The marketplace was filled with various things and he was hoping one of the merchants wanted it. He would probably have to hunt around for a while to find one that would offer him a decent price. His gaze darted back and forth. There were too many people here. Why weren't they neatly categorized so he could find them? This was aggravating.

He glanced down at the girl as she hit him. There was something familiar about the article of clothing she was wearing. Had he encountered her before? He didn't remember nor did he really care. "Watch where you're going," he grumbled at her.

*\o/*

[pathtosacrifice]

Catty's eyebrows shot up at the tone of voice, staring at the guy incredulously. "I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?" The nerve of some people, even if it had been her fault by bumping into him.

But really... She was a little preoccupied.

She rolled her eyes, prepared to walk on and forget this guy when she noticed it, her hand immediately shooting out and grabbing his arm as she leaned forward to inspect it. There was... There was absolutely no way, she figured, that what she was seeing was real.

Her amulet. With her free hand, she went for her throat, fingering the empty space where the exact same charm had hung around her neck not that long ago.

"Where did you get that?"

It was even scorched, like a fallen goddess's charm would be.

[the_rapturing]

He was about to say something, but thought better of it. He had more important things to do and stand there arguing with some child. He shrugged his shoulders and turned away. Only to be stopped as her hand landed on his arm. He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at her. The nerve of the earth child. Or wherever she was from.

He jerked his arm away from her and moved back a step. He closed his hand over the amulet. "I woke up with it. What do you care?"