((Finishing up these threads and then this blog is not going to work out. There are difficulties with the browser and Death is so…apathetic. This was a spur of the moment blog, and it’s not working out. So, rather than just be half-here, I’ll be not here at all. Can even see new posts in my tags. ;_;))
“I am not here to play therapist, Castiel,” He said, “I have much more important things to do with my time.” Leaning forward on the table he was sitting at, he said, “So I ask you, do you have any important reason for being here?”
Castiel looked down. “I wish to ask you a question. I know you must have an answer for me. Do I deserve to die?”
"The idea of deserving death is such a strange one. People just…die. You speak as if it is such a punishment, the oblivion that is angelic death.”
“You you just miraculously dropped out the sky and landed here.” Death said, finally looking up at the angel, “Wonders never cease.”
“It’s a wonderful world isn’t it?” Castiel mumbled, the urge to be sarcastic strange. He glanced back at Death. He was really never without his food. “I seem to be experiencing memory lost.”
"So someone is messing with you or they are messing with me," He said, words a lazy drawl as if he had all the time in the world. And, well, he kind of did. "And I do not enjoy when people try to play pranks on me."
“And yet he is not dead,” Death told him, leaning back in his chair lazily and popping a pickle chip into his mouth. “So why do you blame yourself?”
Castiel watched the movement. “I almost killed him,” he repeated. “I almost beat him to death. And I cannot look at his face without seeing that pain and betrayal and it hurts.”
"I am not here to play therapist, Castiel," He said, "I have much more important things to do with my time." Leaning forward on the table he was sitting at, he said, "So I ask you, do you have any important reason for being here?"
“Not that I really care, but what happened to Dean Winchester?” Death asked, not really sure why he was engaging the angel.
Castiel looked away, shame obvious in every line of his body. “I almost killed him,” he admitted quietly. “I killed him over 1000 times.”
"And yet he is not dead," Death told him, leaning back in his chair lazily and popping a pickle chip into his mouth. "So why do you blame yourself?"
Castiel nodded in greeting. “Hello, Death. I believe you may be the only thing in existence that doesn’t wish to kill me on sight.”
“You are too insignificant for me to bother,” Death said, leaning back in his chair.
Castiel nodded again. “Yes. And so I am here, because I don’t particularly have anyone else to talk to.”
"Not that I really care, but what happened to Dean Winchester?" Death asked, not really sure why he was engaging the angel.
“Lucifer. Last time I saw you,” Death said, “You had me chained up.”
Lucifer snorted slightly before taking a small step back “…Can’t have you trying to….Harm me, Death,”
"My," Death said, drawling the word out, "what a heightened sense of self-importance you angels have. I care about you about as much as I care about a rat; you’re an annoyance, but you pose no real threat."
((Got Chrome to work. Missing e was messing with it and I had to take it off the browser.))
“Castiel,” He said, not looking up from his food, “What brings you here?”
Castiel glanced around at his surroundings, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not.. sure.” He admitted.
"You you just miraculously dropped out the sky and landed here." Death said, finally looking up at the angel, "Wonders never cease."
notsofaithful said: // You should try Mozilla Firefox. Love that browser.
((I use that for my personal blog and all the blogs attached to that one. I use Opera for my Other RP blog. I use the different browsers so that I never have to log out and I can manage them all at the same time. I’m going to give it a little longer to prove itself to me. (I refuse to use IE or Safari)))