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paradisa2014-02-16 06:59 pm
putuporshutup) wrote in paradisa2014-02-16 06:59 pm
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Tenth Temptation ♆ [Accidentally Dictated>>Dictated]
[Meg sits up in bed gasping for breath. She had tossed and turned for the most part, only having minimal luck in the wee hours of the morning, zoning out enough to focus on a pleasant dreamlike vision for an hour or so. That is, until she was yanked back to the reality of hellish hallucinations... and a bed that shouldn't be quite so cold.
He's not always there in the morning, but this... this feels wrong.]
Cas?
[She cautiously steps out of bed and looks around their room. Both of their clothes from the night before were still strewn across the floor where they had fallen as they stumbled into bed together.
She whips open the door violently with a flick of her hand, and to her horror, the only name on the placard is her own.]
No--
[The strangled cry and the sound of Meg collapsing to the ground sobbing is muffled, but likely audible to some. Far more pronounced is the unmistakable sound of glass shattering and crashing to the ground, mingled with something like the crackle of electricity.
Some minutes later, she gets up and staggers back to bed, picking up the open journal lying at the foot of the bed with shaking hands and shrinking back against the pillows. Another choked sob escapes her, and her voice trembles as she speaks.]
He's gone. Cas is gone.
He's not always there in the morning, but this... this feels wrong.]
Cas?
[She cautiously steps out of bed and looks around their room. Both of their clothes from the night before were still strewn across the floor where they had fallen as they stumbled into bed together.
She whips open the door violently with a flick of her hand, and to her horror, the only name on the placard is her own.]
No--
[The strangled cry and the sound of Meg collapsing to the ground sobbing is muffled, but likely audible to some. Far more pronounced is the unmistakable sound of glass shattering and crashing to the ground, mingled with something like the crackle of electricity.
Some minutes later, she gets up and staggers back to bed, picking up the open journal lying at the foot of the bed with shaking hands and shrinking back against the pillows. Another choked sob escapes her, and her voice trembles as she speaks.]
He's gone. Cas is gone.
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