My time has come, and so I’m gone. To a better place, far beyond. I love you all as you can see. But it’s better now, because I’m free.
So instead of doing homework I drafted out one of the previous sketches. I realized I’ve actually never drawn Castiel properly haha.
“Being locked up is really turning me into a decent criminal.”
“I mean, it’s not like he introduced himself like, ‘Hi, I’m possessive and controlling and I like to punch people, wanna be my girlfriend?’.”
She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse.