BC

Angels didn’t love like humans did. Their vessels, so still and often unreadable, did not, however, compare to the unspoken language of their wings. And Castiel wa a teaching you this language now. — Wing grooming, everybody! I’m focusing mostly on the emotional aspects of this process, on the trust and commitment. Also, for the record, {y/n} and Castiel are in a relationship already, but it’s all quite new for them still. This idea was my girlfriend’s, so if it turns out all angsty (or the very opposite 👀), blame her and NAWT me. I’m innocent, y’all, I swear. T.W.: I don’t think there are any??? I mean, if y’all wanna get freaky, it’s on you. Maybe some very mild cussing, but I doubt it, tbh. So, yeah, no warnings this time. That being said, he’s all yours, folks! P.S.: someone take me away from Ethel Cain, I’ve been listening to ‘Tempest’ non-stop and I. Need. To. Sleep.