waves crash along the battered, lonely lighthouse

[afallenstar]

Endverse AU Open RP Post

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Better late than never?

[servingmichael]

[Raphael took a few minutes to look over Earth. It was falling, fast. Michael had given the retreat order. Within hours there would be no angels left on Earth.

There were a few wayward angels Raphael wanted to attempt to collect. Anna was one.

When he appeared beside her, his head was bowed, body still.]

Anna.

[wayward_angel]

It's ironic, that's what it is, that he's given up all that he was to help them, and started using drugs to cope with the pain of having given up all that he was, and now those drugs have rendered him pretty much useless to the people he gave it all up for.

Having managed to complete this train of thought, Cas nods to himself, a gesture that takes effort when he's sprawled across the bed and half hanging off of it so that his head is upside down. The sensation of the blood sloshing around in his head (or is it the booze mixed with whatever was in that last bottle? Something is clearly sloshing around, anyway.) at the gesture makes him giggle, then laugh. It's a laugh that carries out through the open window of the bedroom, and the beaded curtains of the doorways of his cabin.

It's a bitter laugh.