[RL] Because these two had to talk

[samuraiprosecutor]

He couldn’t have said what possessed him to do it. Prayers hadn’t crossed his lips or mind since he was nine years old. Even prior to that praying had been more of habit than an act of belief. So it was especially strange when, in the deepest depths of his nocturnal Hell, fueled by several holiday-induced weeks worth of nightmares and exhausted by a near-deficit of sleep, his desperate thoughts turned to the angel.

'Even you,' some rebellious corner of his mind cried. 'If you could take all of this away I might even worship you, you sanctimonious prick.'

He regretted the thought the moment he thought it. He was disgusted by the very idea of praying to some unfeeling, self-righteous tyrant or any other being that thought themselves above him. Doing something so damnably foolish helped to drag him from that moment of extreme weakness. Chest aching, he rolled over in bed, curled in on himself and struggled to control his haggard breathing. At least he could take comfort in the fact that only he would ever know how pathetically low he had sunk.

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[makeitupaswego]

"Deals aren't Heaven's area," Castiel said. "Even if you were willing to pay, I couldn't do what it is you want. Not without consequence."

[samuraiprosecutor]

The answer didn’t surprise him. It was even, if he was being entirely honest with himself, a relief to eliminate the possibility of temptation. A bitter smirk crossed his lips. There were thousands (if not millions) of desperate people who thought they could bargain their way to salvation, commit their crimes and mistakes then buy their way back into God’s good graces. How disappointed they would be to hear this.

But the angel’s proclamation did leave one question. Edgeworth finally sat up and leaned back against the headboard, bringing his knees up to his chest. He gave Castiel a quizzical look. “Then why did you bother coming?”

[makeitupaswego]

The question hung in the air for a few moments. Castiel stared at the sliver of light peeking through the curtain of the sliding glass door, then turned, staggered towards the bed, and invited himself to sit on the edge of the mattress. He ran a hand over his face, sighing through his nose. "...I don't know."

At this distance, Edgeworth might be able to catch the scent of liquor practically leaking from the angel's skin.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Castiel's movement prompted Sieghard to investigate further. He rounded the bed and approached the angel to give him a few curious sniffs. Edgeworth didn't respond nearly so well to the angel's presumption. He shot a sour look at his back, which only deepened when the displaced air carried the ripe, sickly scent of alcohol to him.

"Good God. Did you fall in a still on your way over?"

Tact was a tool reserved for people with the luxury of a full night's sleep behind them.

[makeitupaswego]

"A liquor store," Castiel amended. "Although I didn’t fall into it." He stared down at the dog for a moment, and then curiously extended his hand.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Sigi happily took advantage of the invitation and closed the distance between them, sniffing eagerly at the angel’s fingers. Once satisfied with their visitor’s character, he hopped back to give Castiel a cheeky dog grin, circled, then shoved his head into Castiel’s palm. Someone is in dire need of petting.

“Isn’t the consumption of alcohol rather…contrary to God’s edicts? Or is that yet another thing the faithful got wrong?” Not that Edgeworth had any objections to drinking. The fully stocked bar and wine cabinet in his living room was testimony of his tacit approval of the habit, at least in general. What he did object to was hypocrisy, and an angel indulging in a ‘sin’ certainly seemed to qualify.

[makeitupaswego]

Castiel blinked as the dog pushed itself against his hand, insistent. After a few seconds, he let his fingers move, very lightly stroking the surface of Sigi's fur, and oh, it was... soft. Almost comforting. He did it again.

"God doesn't care, anymore." His voice was rough.