Isn't it lovely? A gift from an admiring fan. [He smiles. It's not technically a lie. Castiel is certainly a fan. Of... er. His fashion advice? Look, it worked out, and he got a free hat and a few extra coins.
It's been awhile since he could claim anything similar. Gods, he missed performing. It was... it was everything to him, and yet with his mind preoccupied with Geralt's condition, he hadn't been able to write, let alone play.
Now here he is again. Finding his feet, like a newborn lamb.]
Oooh. An inventor. Was she pretty? [He matches her grin, taking the bundle. Despite all the magic he's seen here, he still wonders at the glow of them. A bouquet of stars. They really are beautiful. Unspeakably so.] They're stunning. Like candlelight. [And barely even warm to the touch, lighting his fingertips aglow, red skin over the yellow.] What do you mean to do with them? I suppose I could braid a few into your hair. Ah! That would look good, don't you think?
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It's been awhile since he could claim anything similar. Gods, he missed performing. It was... it was everything to him, and yet with his mind preoccupied with Geralt's condition, he hadn't been able to write, let alone play.
Now here he is again. Finding his feet, like a newborn lamb.]
Oooh. An inventor. Was she pretty? [He matches her grin, taking the bundle. Despite all the magic he's seen here, he still wonders at the glow of them. A bouquet of stars. They really are beautiful. Unspeakably so.] They're stunning. Like candlelight. [And barely even warm to the touch, lighting his fingertips aglow, red skin over the yellow.] What do you mean to do with them? I suppose I could braid a few into your hair. Ah! That would look good, don't you think?