four - post flood

[amissbennet]

Though I cannot claim any sort of occupation, I find that I can be a fantastic listener when I set my mind to such. If anyone should find themselves in need of conversation, or perhaps an unbiased ear to disclose events to, I would like to offer my services. I cannot claim acquaintance of many of you and can declare friendships with even less. It is my intention, however, to endeavor to form acquaintance with a great many of you. Should this be an opportunity, then I embrace it.

[Private to Castiel]
Might I call upon you to partake a cup of tea with me?

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[amissbennet.livejournal.com]

[Elizabeth stood with him, furious with his complete apathy.]

"Have you actually entertained the notion at all that you might be a person worthy of redemption? Or that if you perhaps resigned yourself to be anything less than miserable, your stay on the Barge could become bearable or even pleasant? You are determined to be so entirely disagreeable and are so whimsical in your civilities that I dare say you were assigned to me for the sole purpose of testing my tolerance. I might forgive your follies if you were not so proud in displaying them.

Yes, I say. Please return to your room and grant me the privilege of a moment's rest, for I posses doubt in my ability to remain tolerable."

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[holythursday.livejournal.com]

[He only laughed at her, glad that she was at least human enough to show emotion.] Good on breaking through that sense of snobbery long enough to talk to me like a real person.

[Grinning, he leaned across the table, his hands planted right in front of her and he rose a brow at her.] My time on the Barge has been quite pleasant, actually. That is, until you started bothering me with your questions and your rules.

You are...not...God.

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[amissbennet.livejournal.com]

[His humor at her frustration didn't help matters any. She leaned forward to close most of the distance between them, seething.]

"You are acting as a waste of life and insulting God in doing so." [She snapped at him.] "Perhaps the reason you are no longer an angel is to challenge your faith and loyalty; I dare say you would be found entirely without virtue at present."

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[holythursday.livejournal.com]

[Again, he smirked.] Probably. [With a wave of his hand, he turned and walked off, away from her, away from the food. The drink. The alcohol. It was the only thing he had.]

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[amissbennet.livejournal.com]

[Elizabeth glared after him before she fell back onto her seat, now too angry to eat. She had not much such an insufferable man since-- well, since Mr Darcy. Except she was convinced that he had some redeemable qualities, whereas Castiel was just.. unacceptable.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.]