I got serious irl chills when I read this the first time. Your writing is beautiful.
He misses the days when he prayed with Castiel's grace around him, reciting the words with him as the weight of blessing slid down his bowed head and lingered on his shoulders, on his heart, in his cupped hands.
just so sensual and vivid. *_______* and this:
the simultaneous comfort of the familiar and the relief of the unknowable
I want to keep that line and turn it over in my mind a lot.
Jimi would like to tell Chandra about Castiel. He thinks she would understand. There is an angel, he would say to her, and his name is Castiel. Together we will save the world.
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He misses the days when he prayed with Castiel's grace around him, reciting the words with him as the weight of blessing slid down his bowed head and lingered on his shoulders, on his heart, in his cupped hands.
just so sensual and vivid. *_______* and this:
the simultaneous comfort of the familiar and the relief of the unknowable
I want to keep that line and turn it over in my mind a lot.
Jimi would like to tell Chandra about Castiel. He thinks she would understand.
There is an angel, he would say to her, and his name is Castiel. Together we will save the world.
*__________* ;__________; oh noooo oh themmmmm oh vessels :O :(
He is trying to break the habit of seeing miracles everywhere.
dfljfsdjklfsd ouch ouch ouch.
The last line, too, simple but full and glorious.
<333333 so, so beautiful.