#coruscatingefflorescence

It's difficult for a human to comprehend.

--Castiel no longer exists.

-- He gave her a breath of a moment to register His words before continuing. --

Truth: He is enamored with her. He loves that she is so fond of him, mainly. Emmie's the first person who's really been impressed by him, and he basks in it.

Break: The chains around his wrists chafed, and the metal muzzle pinched his cheeks. Thor shoved his shoulder and he stumbled forward a step toward where the group of humans waited for them. His gaze swept the area as Thor exchanged goodbyes, and finally settled on the memorial nearby. Flowers, candles, photos, teddy bears-- a tribute to those who had fallen in the Chitauri attack. Natasha's voice caught his attention. 

"That was Fury. The memorial service is at ten on Thursday. The final count is six agents down. Doyle died last night and Sturgess died this morning." 

Loki lifted his gaze and met hers. Sturgess, for all he knew, could be a common surname among SHIELD agents. It might not be Emmie. But the cold bite of the metal fastened against his lips ensured that he would not find out. 

Drafts: 

Emmie, I appear to be lost. There is a [Saved in drafts]

Have you any pop tarts?[Saved in drafts]

You should get a pet cat.[Saved in drafts]

Wine: "Emmmmmm. Emmmmmmie. Lay-dee Emmie. I believe I am in ss--some degree of trouble. This man looks unhappy. I maybe-may have... Might made his house go away. It's not all away. Part is... left. Oops. I am in some sort of prison. They are telling me that... I must pay money to leave. Oops."

Night:

[1 unread text] Are you sleeping?

[1 unread text] It is not nighttime here. I do not know when it is nighttime there.

[1 unread text] You should come to Bruges. It is pleasant.

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