etraya | voice | un: vsmith

[ somewhere, castiel is shrugging. ]

Essentially.

Then how can they be a god?

Why do you think God cares about you at all?

Well, your God may not, but mine does.

By the by, I again say that your God does not sound like a god.

They sound only like someone with power.

He created the world and everything in it.

[ but he doesn't sound particularly invested in this line of debate. ]

How do you know your god cares?

Oh, he's a man, is he?

[ His shoulders lift and lower. ]

Well, first, when you say that you're an immortal species, what do you mean by that?

No.

[ simple and to the point. ]

I'm an Angel of the Lord.

[ Oh. He hates that. ]

J... Just ... Give me a second.

[ Vincent sets the device down for a second. He props his elbows up on the surface of the desk that he sits at - his hand gestures out to the space in front of him. ]

What.

[ The tone and sound of his voice aren't enough to convey just what he's feeling. It's an itchy feeling that burns up the back of his neck. He tilts his head, but the feeling doesn't go away. ]

He has to be messing with me. [ Mockingly: ] ..aN aNGEl OF THE LoRD. [ An involuntary shudder runs through him as he tips his head up to the ceiling, drawing it across to look at every corner with some level of anxiety. ] He sounds more like a person than-- [ His eyebrows lift as he continues: ] Would I feel better if he spoke instead?

[ Possibly. Maybe. Speaking means he might have been able to convince Valtiel of something. Wishful thinking.

His hands draw back, fingertips touching his clammy forehead. ]

I feel...

I'm surprised an angel of the Lord speaks the way that you do.

[ His voice returns to himself - the same confidence of before. ]

Not just what you're saying but that you do speak.

This isn't my... true body.

This is just a vessel.

[ ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff ]

I didn't realize angels could do something like that.

Ah, how rude. I'm Vincent. And you are?

Ah! Could it be "Castiel?"

It's the only way I can be here with you.

Yes. My name is Castiel.

Whatever.

[ He's making a dismissive wave of his hand.

Know what - he has to ask! ]

Are you having a go at me? Is it because I went too hard with the first joke?

Why would I want to "have a go" at you?

[ sorry, vince, he's not into you that way. ]

For fun?

No thank you.

[ you can't see the way he's wrinkling his nose, but you can hear it. ]

What?

What do you mean by "no thank you?"

[ Pfft. ]

CasTIEL, An anGel oF tHE LoRD. You got me.

I'm not interested in you that way.

[ what??? ]

What? I don't understand.

What? What are you talking about?

[ WHAT. ]

Listen. I can accept a lot of things. I'm probably more accepting than most. Even in the situation that we're in, I went forward with an "okay." You wish for me to accept an angel of the Lord is so dismissive of his God? [ This is where his contention is. Valtiel would never! ] Perhaps, that is why you are slated to die when you return - you did mention that, but the fact that your God lets you live at all?

Please.

My Father abandoned me, abandoned the world — He doesn't care enough to kill me. Why bother? The world is dying.

[ like a switch has been flipped, castiel's demeanor, which was a moment ago naive and bumbling, becomes hissed and venomous. ]

But, yes. I'm a poor excuse for an angel. I appreciate the reminder.

[ Well, that pain sounds real. ]

Do you play the fool to make humans feel at ease around you, angel?

You needn't do that for me, I assure you.

[ Let's start there before they go anywhere else, hm? ]

No.

I don't.

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not here - sorry;

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