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SEC » 026 » 166 “You... look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair.” ( vιdeo | aυdιo | тeхт | acтιon )

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"prayer"

[fatespoken]

Hey Castiel, though who art though stuck on a spaceship--

Hope this works. I mean, I'm kind of calling collect here, not being one of your humans and all, but angels and texting...

Uh, anyways, this is Amory. I was wondering if you were still up for helping with the sleep thing? [a beat] And wow… what the actual fuck are you doing, Felix? This is ridiculous.

[ Awkward pause. ]

... Amen, I guess? [ And he's totally going to take a piss now, 'cause it's not like Castiel heard any of this. ]

[falteringly]

[ He hears the prayer somewhere in the middle of patrolling the corridors, and it's an odd one, he thinks. Hardly anyone besides Dean thinks to pray to him now that he's here, and to be fair, it's a little startling to listen to.

Amory. Yes, he remembers. He'd offered that specifically to him before, but things had been... difficult after that. He supposes he should see to it, at any rate, and focusing on his specific whereabouts is easier than actually getting there. His flight is limited, so it takes him much longer to get there than usual. But he does get there.

And then he just stands slightly behind him, staring. ]

Is this a bad time?

[fatespoken]

[ He feels utterly embarrassed, and it's not 'cause Castiel is staring at his dick or anything. As well as Castiel knows God exists, Amory knows God doesn't exist. In his universe, at least. So praying to an angel... is a little like singing hallelujah to the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Or something.

So he awkwardly goes back to his business. Cigarette between his lips, fingers unzipping his pants. Hey look, Castiel just appeared! But with his mind focused on the very necessary business of taking a piss, he totally doesn't notice he's being watched.

Until he does. ]

FUCK-- [ He leaps up like a skittish dog, slamming his knees into the toilet hard, pants falling onto the floor in an unceremonious heap. ] Fuck--

[ He nearly crumples over himself. Ow. Ow Ow. If his heart could jump out of his chest, it'd be in the toilet now. Don't let the angel see your mantears of pain, Ams.]

See, where I come from we have this rule: no materializing in bathrooms or bedrooms, even if that's your kink. [Okay, take a deep breath. Another breath. You're okay, Felix. ] That wasn't supposed to work.

[ He's reaching down for his pants, awkwardly. So very awkwardly. And hey, it looks like you scared the piss right out of him because the only thing in the toilet bowl is his poor cigarette. ]