Comments | huffpuffblonde: Rose has never been the most rational when it comes to jealousy.

huffpuffblonde

Rose has never been the most rational when it comes to jealousy.

Dec 30, 2011 04:38

In her quest to expose Castiel to every possible happy human experience, she's spent ages figuring out the best place to attend New Year's Eve. After a week of waffling between her mum and dad's shwanky political bash and the rowdy pub down the block from her flat, she finally decided on the pub. Coming from an estate, she spent much of her time in ( Read more... )

superwho, castiel, closed, serious

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rebelledforyou December 30 2011, 09:49:29 UTC

He knew what New Years Eve was, but he had never experienced it first hand. He had been far too busy with wars in Heaven or doing as his Father commanded. He was getting a chance to experience all these traditions with Rose. He liked that it was Rose who was teaching him. She was patient, kind, beautiful and the best thing was she understood him. She didn't try to sweep the horrible things he did under the rug. That meant something. She saw them and she faced them ( ... )

huffpuffblonde December 30 2011, 09:55:09 UTC

The brunette didn't seem particularly bothered by the 'mistake'. She just smiled a sultry smile, apparently half-lit, sober enough to notice, drunk enough not to particularly care. And who could blame her? He was attractive, and he just had this... feeling about him. She couldn't really be blamed for being curious. "I think I've got exactly the right person ( ... )

rebelledforyou December 30 2011, 10:03:44 UTC

She smelled like alcohol and something else that was rather smothering. He assumed it was perfume and quite possibly a bit too much of it. There was a lingering scent of cigarettes and his suspicions were confirmed when she leaned in to lock lips with him. That was extremely unpleasant for the angel. She was practically choking him with her tongue. He did not like it once bit. He wanted to ask her to stop, but he was currently silenced by her tongue sweeping around in his mouth.

Relationships were a lot more of a challenge for Castiel to understand. Sports were easy. How to make a sandwich was simple. How to be in a relationship was a bit more challenging. He didn't really know the rules all that well, but he knew enough that this was not good. This was now what was supposed to be happening.

His hands were up and there was a distinct amount of flailing happening here. He looked trapped and helpless if you were really paying attention. He was not sure if pushing her was appropriate. She was a lady and he was very confused.

huffpuffblonde December 30 2011, 10:12:59 UTC

"Excuse me. Sorry- sorry mate, just trying to get through--" It took some pushing to get to the back of the pub, where the population was a little less dense and so was the smoke. It was nice, then, that she got a rather clear view of Castiel up against the hallway wall leading to the bathroom. Hanging from his chest and lips, one very foxy brunette with a rack that could kill a tiger.

Oh.

Her beer slipped out of her hand before she could even really think to hold onto it.

Oh.

There was a period of time that felt much longer than it probably was, where her mind was just... completely blank. Maybe that was the alcohol, but she didn't particularly feel inebriated. She just... stood there, wide-eyed and lips parted, looking wholly... something.

After the three seconds, a hundred thoughts slammed in at once.

"Right. Well. That's... brilliant. Okay then." Leave? Shout at him? Cry? Punch that whore? Leave? Punch him? Ask questions? Leave? Punch her. Do something pathetic. Wait, no, don't do something pathetic. Act like you're not ( ... )

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