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]

[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.]