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asgardmeridiem2014-10-03 04:41 pm
smartwinchester) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-10-03 04:41 pm
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i'm a hopeless wanderer;
Who: Sam Winchester [smartwinchester], Castiel [ofthursday], Ash [mullets], Jo Harvelle [swedge, and Daphne Allen [marrying].
What: Dai is an asshole and we all reclaimed our characters.
When: What day is it? WHATEVER DAY IT IS AT THIS MOMENT.
Where: The Roadhouse/en route to the Road House.
Rating: PG-13 probably because Sam's life is a nightmare.
Just make your thread headings, peasants.
smartwinchester], Castiel [ofthursday], Ash [mullets], Jo Harvelle [swedge, and Daphne Allen [marrying].What: Dai is an asshole and we all reclaimed our characters.
When: What day is it? WHATEVER DAY IT IS AT THIS MOMENT.
Where: The Roadhouse/en route to the Road House.
Rating: PG-13 probably because Sam's life is a nightmare.
Just make your thread headings, peasants.
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What are you talking about...?
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[But her quiet answer is interrupted by a sudden fit of hissing as Daphne reappears with a big canvas bag -- and out pops Jupiter, who looks a bit dusty but otherwise healthy, and she immediately makes herself comfortable sprawled out on Castiel's lap. A big fluffy ball of purring.
Daphne sits next to him again, a bit too close to be strictly comfortable, but she wants to touch him and remain close with him. She sniffs, wiping at her eyes before digging through the bag, continuing.]
I found her when I was wandering to the bank -- and I wanted to see if you were gone, because I knew if you were, I would find your things, and I did --
[And Daphne pulls out his big sketchbook, along with his wedding ring (after a bit more digging around and fretting).]
I wanted to keep them if you weren't here anymore, but you are, so -- Jupiter --
[In a quiet scolding tone, as the cat has seen fit to crawl on top of the sketchbook to lay on it comfortably]
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He turns his smile up toward Daphne, the whole thing still a little surreal but starting to sink in more, and even though they're just in the corner of the Roadhouse it suddenly feels more like home. They have each other and their stupid fluffy cat, and then suddenly even more things he'd almost forgotten about. His sketchbook that she'd given him, and his wedding ring--
He reaches out to take the latter from her as Jupiter moves to the sketchbook, unbothered by the cat's actions as he puts the ring on his finger.]
It is like we never left.
[They don't have their apartment, but ultimately that doesn't even matter. They have the important things.]
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It's like camping.
[Muffled, pressing her lips against his temple, and Daphne remains there for a long moment before drawing in a breath.]
You should go back to sleep.
[Though she makes literally no movement to allow him to do so without letting him go.]
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[Castiel responds, not nearly as serious as he sounds, resting his own arms around her in return. At her suggestion he makes no move to lay down himself either, but eventually he posits an idea of his own.]
You should sleep as well. Perhaps you should do so next to me.
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Alright -- go ahead, lay down.
[It's quiet, and Daphne finally releases her arms from around his neck, wiping her eyes quickly with a tiny smile. And she adds onto her request with a slight nudge of her fingers against his chest, gentle.]
Though I might wind up more on top of you than next to you.