[ Castiel should spend more time actually in the clinic -- he barely knows his way around. But soon enough, Anders might find unusual jars of bone, herbs and powders, tools of his trade -- some unrecognizable, others easily identified -- as Castiel's own signature on this place. Time may yet prove if this becomes an irritating point of contention between them, or perhaps a gesture of solidarity.
Blue eyes drop down to the basin and towel, lingering a moment before he grasps both in his bloody-tacky hands and offers a grateful: ] Thank you.
I am a soldier of Heaven. [ He sets it to the side, dipping his hands into the warm water to scrub them clean, the water soon swirling with rusty tendrils where flecks wash off and dissolve. ] And I have laid siege to Hell...
[ Which, one might be surprised to know, that heaven contains the very agents of fate that are often arguably more cruel and ruthless than demons, indifferent and self-righteous. S. ]
[ The angel pauses, brows lifting as he seems to try to first search for the proper phrase to use and recite it internally before turning to the mage and actually saying it. ]
no subject
Blue eyes drop down to the basin and towel, lingering a moment before he grasps both in his bloody-tacky hands and offers a grateful: ] Thank you.
I am a soldier of Heaven. [ He sets it to the side, dipping his hands into the warm water to scrub them clean, the water soon swirling with rusty tendrils where flecks wash off and dissolve. ] And I have laid siege to Hell...
[ Which, one might be surprised to know, that heaven contains the very agents of fate that are often arguably more cruel and ruthless than demons, indifferent and self-righteous. S. ]
[ The angel pauses, brows lifting as he seems to try to first search for the proper phrase to use and recite it internally before turning to the mage and actually saying it. ]
I've... seen worse.