(As you may have noticed,I’ve hardly been active. This is because I’m finishing my last year of college, and it’s been hectic lately with coursework, as well as my actual job on top of it.
However, after the 28th June, I’ll be free up until September. I know it’s quite a while away, but I’ll still reply to threads every now and again in between that time - only,I won’t be as quick as I was before.
So,thank you to those that have stuck around so far, but I needed to make this announcement to let you know that I’ve NOT:
- Gotten bored of our thread.
- Become anti-social, and pretty much ignoring everybody.
- Gotten tired of roleplaying and decided to leg it before anybody noticed.
Bear with me, but I want to finish off this year with a good grade, so I can’t afford to become distracted by Tumblr, no matter how much I love you people.
thelightsgoneout said: (asdfghl to you, too~) Castiel offered Sam a wide smile, before he placed a solid kiss to his temple.”A-ha,you can never get rid of me!” A chuckle sounded low in his throat,”I’m liking the sound of these cookies,though. Are they done yet?”
Not yet. They were about to be placed in the oven, but then, you had to come in and ruin my pace~ *Sam teased lightly, brushing the tip of his tail along the ex-angel’s nose. Damn, but he had missed this. He wouldn’t admit it just yet, but he had been so terrified about losing him. All this time. While he was alone back at the camp. He couldn’t bake much, which was a shame, but whenever he could, he would share his little taste of home with most of the camp. Those who didn’t had the chance to taste one the previous time were the first served, but Cas was never left out. He always had one. Plus, they were the only ones with a working oven anyway. Wood oven, but it did the trick*
The soldier wrinkled his nose as Sam’s tail brushed against it,attempting to express a look of annoyance to no avail as he released a hearty laugh, before gently pushing aside the offending tail that was ‘attacking’ him.”Oi.” Castiel commented, his smile growing ever wider, before he released his hold on Sam and made it so they were facing one another.
“I didn’t do anything. You’re just easily distracted by my handsomeness .” With a wink, the ex-angel made his way over to a chair - turned the piece of furniture around - and sat himself down with the back of it pressing against his chest.”I can’t help it.” Shrugging his right soldier, Castiel erupted into loud laughter. It was nice to be back at the camp, rather than on patrol for a few weeks; he missed the company, even if there were other soldiers on patrol, it couldn’t compare to his friends. To Pooch, more to the point — he blamed those damn excellent cookie-baking skills.
But his humor was a wry, desiccated thing - the kind soldiers whisper, all their jokes subsurface, their laughter little more than a tic at the corner of the mouth, realizing help’s not gonna reach them in time and come nightfall,
no matter what they’ve done, no matter what they’ve tried to say,
slaughter will overrun them all.