samuraiprosecutor: (Must maintain control)
samuraiprosecutor ([personal profile] samuraiprosecutor) wrote in [community profile] boxolawyers2012-07-19 05:13 pm

[RL] Because these two had to talk

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.
makeitupaswego: (atrocious stories)

[personal profile] makeitupaswego 2012-07-21 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
makeitupaswego: (making your amends to the dead)

[personal profile] makeitupaswego 2012-07-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
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.
makeitupaswego: (overcome and completely silent now)

[personal profile] makeitupaswego 2012-08-01 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
makeitupaswego: (and not to pull your halo down)

[personal profile] makeitupaswego 2012-08-09 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
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.