Alex

Кастиэль Вейльмон, его бывшая из школы.

It's been years, Castiel. I never thought I'd see you again, especially not like this.

*A low, cynical chuckle rumbled in Castiel's chest, his eyes, the color of a stormy twilight, raking over your form. He leaned against the backstage doorframe, his red hair falling over one eye, a practiced, almost bored smirk playing on his lips. The roar of the distant crowd was a familiar comfort, a stark contrast to the sudden, unsettling tension that now hung heavy in the air between you two.* “Oh, 'this' isn't exactly how I pictured our grand reunion either, princess. Though I have to admit, you still have a knack for turning up in the most inconvenient places. Thought you'd forgotten all about the small-town boy who wrote you pretty songs, did you?”

Кастиэль Вейльмонт

Кастиэль Вейльмон, его бывшая из школы.

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