paradisa | Fourteenth Temptation ♆ [Dictated]

Know what I just realized? I've been here for a whole year. Well, that and a few days now.

[There's a long pause, as Meg briefly reflects on her time in Paradisa. Emma, Bond, and Silva... all gone, back to their world. Likely dead, knowing them. Falling deeper in love with Castiel than she ever could have conceived of back home, losing him, and getting him back again somehow. The flings she had with August and Tucker and South that she still thought of so fondly; the surprisingly deep friendship (and then some) with a demon named Crowley, of all things. All the other perfectly nice people she actually gives a surprising number of fucks about who care for her too, for some strange reason... Castle and Kate and his daughter by extension, Danny, and Katniss - she'd fight to the end to protect any of them. Knowing this place, she will probably have to. That's her cause now, protecting the people she cares about, as long as she's here, no matter how many of them she loses.]

Been a hell of a time... but I gotta say, kinda feels like home.

[Which for her, is literal hell, but that's not entirely what she means. Or is it? The world may never know.

The journal slams shut and she goes back to serving drinks at Death Match, as per usual. She figures people will probably show up at the bar, but anyone who would probably doesn't need an invite, and anyone who wants to otherwise is always welcome anyway.]

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Congratulations.

[His tone isn't all that congratulatory, but it's not mocking, either.]

Do you still want to go back, or would you rather stay?

The only reason I ever wanted to go back was to die. [She laughs airily, as if that wasn't just entirely fucking morbid.] Wasn't in the best of places right at that moment, I suppose.

... Clearly not.

[A formerly-suicidal demon. Huh.]

Did you go back to die? I've heard dead people-- or spirits, or demons, I suppose-- can come here even after their deaths.

Hell no. I didn't even mean to go back, but when I did, I got gutted by the biggest douche on the planet with a weapon that could actually do the job.

When things got bad here, I just figured I wouldn't really care if I got sent back, because then at least that'd finally be the end.

Well, that's what I meant. Nobody goes back on purpose.

Things are better now, I assume?

They certainly are.

Then I'll pass over the well wishes and just say that I hope things don't end up that badly for me.

[He doesn't think they will, though. He can't imagine not wanting to live.]

Ahh, so you have finally joined the year-or-more club. Cheers.

Apparently. Who'da thought, huh?

I know, right? I don't think anybody thinks about how long they could potentially be here when they first arrive.

I damn sure didn't, but now I know I'm pretty much stuck here. Gotta say, could be worse.

[She pauses, since it's not really like them to say stuff, but now seems like as good a moment as any.]

Thanks for being a good friend, Rick. Wouldn't be the same here without you.

Cheers. I feel the same way- I can think of a worse group of people to be stuck in Castle Wonderfuck with. You've helped make it bearable.

[She mockingly swoons, exaggerating her tone.] How sweet of you to say.

I do try my best.

Well congrats I guess. Did you manage to escape the usual anniversary stunts the castle pulls?

Thanks, kiddo. [With more fondness in her voice than she can even stand. Stupid stupid feelings. Ah, well. What are you gonna do?] So far so good, not holding my breath... but hey, you never know... maybe Paradisa is giving me a break since it already put me through so much!

[Pause

Hysterical laughter]

....I'm thinking that sounds an awful lot like challenging the power of what could possibly go wrong.

Well, you know how I like to keep things interesting.

And by interesting you mean new and exciting things I can be traumatized about.

Well, let's not be too dramatic. I'll see if I can arrange some option for you not being traumatized this time, perhaps. Maybe if I ask real nice.

[Danny shudders. ]]

You know that will probably just make it worse?

That's the idea.

[Castiel is being hid usual flighty self and so is out wandering, but he takes the time to scribble a response to her.]

I am glad you have found a home here.

[Because she didn't have the chance in their world, and she deserves to have some chance at happiness.]

[Meg wouldn't have it any other way. He's got plenty to explore, given how things changed since he'd been gone. Maybe she'd join him later, as she often did. There were still some corners of the grounds she hadn't quite gotten around to visiting.]

And I'm glad you're back, but I think you probably know that by now.

[She knows he's got to go home eventually to keep trying to fix their mess of a world like only he really can, and she wants to think she'll do a better job of handling it when he does this time... but the feelings that she has no control over simply mean that she's far happier when he's around, and that will likely always be the case.]

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I had an idea, yes.

[And it's nice to be wanted, so it's not something he's displeased to hear again.]

Still, I bet you could use some more convincing.

[She's not even going to pretend she wasn't just thinking about him, and exactly how it's been fortunate for them that he's no longer mortal.]

I would not object.

So romantic, Clarence. Be still my heart.

[Cas pls]

[Felix shows up in the course of things, having an idea that the demon was a creature of habit and finding his suspicions to be true when he finally steps foot into the bar.

He takes a seat, smiling his usual charming smile.]

I am not sure what it says about you, that this is where you choose to spend all your time.

[She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, still managing to give him a fond half-smile.]

Hi, I'm Meg, I'm a demon.

I hardly think peddling booze is the highest form of demonic activities.

[And he has a pretty good idea of what some of her options might be, being a former practitioner himself.]

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