Meg Masters (megmasters) wrote in themandalay, @ 2017-06-25 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, castiel, meg masters |
WHO: Meg and Castiel
WHAT: Romance pollen is not your friend
WHEN: Sunday June 25th
WHERE: The Venetian
RATING: Low
Meg lay in the belly of the boat, looking up and watching the fake sky slide by. Inside it was always day time, with blue skies and fluffy clouds. The moment they drifted outside, they'd be under the inky blackness of night. No stars to be see, not with this much light so close at hand. But she liked it. She liked both. She liked everything suddenly. Particularly the angel curled up in the boat with her. Never one to be overly affectionate, she took a moment to question herself, but there was no dissent to be found. She let him hold her and she smiled, content with her life, such as it was. At least for the moment. If she had to die to get here, she supposed that was an okay trade off in the long run. Maybe she wasn't even dead. Who the hell even knew.
"Alright, Clarence, just this once I'm gonna let you tell me I'm beautiful. Tell me till you're blue in the face."