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turn that frown upside down
I want to write and be read today. Is there anything I can write for yall? Leave commentfic prompts if you like.
I can't promise anything and whatever I write will be small but....
I'd just like to write something that isn't fivesentencesmut right now.
EDIT thanks guys... i'm mopey and slow so sorry i'm not goin thru these faster.
I can't promise anything and whatever I write will be small but....
I'd just like to write something that isn't fivesentencesmut right now.
EDIT thanks guys... i'm mopey and slow so sorry i'm not goin thru these faster.
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lovedlea suggested a picnic.
"This is a strange spot for a picnic," Castiel said, drawing his coat a little tighter around him and trying to tame the mad flaps of its edges without much success.
Dean was leaning back, back arched to lift his face and chest to the sun. His arm was wrapped around one knee, and the other leg dangled dangerously over the edge of the bluff. "What are you talking about? It's the perfect place for a picnic. Nobody around, gorgeous view, no ants, and when you're done--" He tossed a piece of styrofoam over the edge, leaning forward to watch it travel down, down along the red cliffs and splash in the waves below.
"That's littering," Castiel said.
"That's plausible deniability," said Dean. "I've seen you drop crap on the side of the highway, what's the difference?"
Castiel glowered at him but said nothing.
"Besides--" Dean got up, sending the corner of the picnic blanket flapping in the wind, and crouched next to Castiel, sliding hands around his waist. "It's romantic. Tragic and romantic. Like Lover's Leap."
"I don't consider double suicide romantic."
Dean buried his head in Castiel's shoulder. "You're hopeless. It's not like I want to jump off a damn cliff with you, it's just-- the idea of it. Like, if it came to that, would you take the plunge? Would you jump off a cliff, just so we could do it together?"
"Yes."
It came easily, without hesitation. Dean lifted his head and stared at Castiel's profile.
"I would never wish such a thing to happen," Castiel said slowly, furrowing his brow. "And I hope there would be some other way. But if my choice were that stark, then yes. I would-- take that plunge with you, Dean."
His eyes were bluer than the junction of ocean and sky. Dean held his breath.
Castiel turned to him and stole a brief, brushing kiss from his parted mouth. Dean slid his arms further around him and held tight. Together, they gazed out into the eternity of the horizon, warm against the chilly torrent of the sea breeze.
Re: lovedlea suggested a picnic.
Re: lovedlea suggested a picnic.