Kano after Erron left the Black Dragon
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my beautiful girlfriend ms paint
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emo dog who lives at the mall and steals coins from the fountain to buy vending machine chapstick
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One if my favourite panels ever
I need to make zim angrier, he rather looks lost
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Im asking everyone to please give me their thoughts on what i should wear to the concert jdjsjcns
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Prompt Day 4: Touch for @starcrosseddeancas
(TW: nonspecific drug use!), endverse destiel
When did he stop feeling the weight of his wings?
Castiel doesn't know.
He exhales, and smoke curls in the air in front of him, a half spiral dissipating into nothing. Castiel watches the curve of it, and thinks about bees, and humans, and the Divine Plan. It makes him laugh.
A breath, a sigh, and something sour on his tongue, and the world turns muted and soft, blurry along the edges. He crawls through time, and the hazy air, and feels the imprints left on his skin by soft hands, and calloused fingers, feels them like they're divots digging into his bones.
He doesn't feel his wings.
He leans back, and he is with Dean, who is rough, and desperate, and somehow tender, still, and he lets Castiel sink his teeth into his lips even if he draws blood, holds him close enough that the world falls apart, falls away, until there is only this, only him, panting in his ear, loud, and hot, and wet. His palm roves the skin of this body, makes a mass of craters of it.
"I can't feel them anymore," he tells Dean, later, in the quiet, in the cold, in a world coming together with each breath. "I can't feel my fucking wings."
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