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asgardeventide2012-02-14 02:47 am
pontiac) wrote in asgardeventide2012-02-14 02:47 am
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Psalm 91:4-7 ⇝ Video
[No. No. This was the opposite of what he wanted. Jimmy had already spoken to the maid but all it did was coil him tighter. He didn't understand what she meant by any of it and although she as calm and understanding of his predicament he really only felt like she was mocking him with the kindness.
Jimmy didn't make it very far past the Sigyn Welcome Hall, in fact he collapsed not even half way through.
His turns his device on manually without meaning to. He hasn't yet bothered to care enough to figure it out for himself. He'd been clenching it so tightly it had turned on in his palm.
At first all you see is blackness, the inside of his palm, and then when he drops one hand to the floor to bury his face into the other hand you get a view of him from below and off to the side. He's in a suit and tie with a trench coat carefully blanketing his shoulders. The white of his shirt is soaked in still wet blood at his abdomen, although there's no wound beneath.
It sort of looks like he's crying, but he's not. He's just breathing heavily. Trying to gain some control and failing miserably.
When he speaks it's with a snap, like he has no control over the things he's saying at all. It's verbal vomit pouring out of his mouth like sewage from a broken main.]
Dammit Cas!! I told you to take me. Take me.
What part of that didn't you understand?
[He's not much of a beggar but his tone changes dramatically when he gets no response. He knows the angel can hear him. C'mon... Castiel, please she's just a child... she's just- Please.
Jimmy didn't make it very far past the Sigyn Welcome Hall, in fact he collapsed not even half way through.
His turns his device on manually without meaning to. He hasn't yet bothered to care enough to figure it out for himself. He'd been clenching it so tightly it had turned on in his palm.
At first all you see is blackness, the inside of his palm, and then when he drops one hand to the floor to bury his face into the other hand you get a view of him from below and off to the side. He's in a suit and tie with a trench coat carefully blanketing his shoulders. The white of his shirt is soaked in still wet blood at his abdomen, although there's no wound beneath.
It sort of looks like he's crying, but he's not. He's just breathing heavily. Trying to gain some control and failing miserably.
When he speaks it's with a snap, like he has no control over the things he's saying at all. It's verbal vomit pouring out of his mouth like sewage from a broken main.]
Dammit Cas!! I told you to take me. Take me.
What part of that didn't you understand?
[He's not much of a beggar but his tone changes dramatically when he gets no response. He knows the angel can hear him. C'mon... Castiel, please she's just a child... she's just- Please.