The word comes so clear that she stops playing - not abruptly, but with a flourish, and she turns to look at Castiel, raising her legs up so she's sitting sideways on the piano bench, cross-legged.
She's not sure what she would do without the angel. The little angel, she hears sometimes, but there's always fondness there. A little angel not because he's small, but because he's not an archangel, not a seraph or a cherub. Oh, and that's all right. This is easier. He doesn't scare her.
She moves to get her slate and then it's in her lap and she's writing. Did you like it?
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The word comes so clear that she stops playing - not abruptly, but with a flourish, and she turns to look at Castiel, raising her legs up so she's sitting sideways on the piano bench, cross-legged.
She's not sure what she would do without the angel. The little angel, she hears sometimes, but there's always fondness there. A little angel not because he's small, but because he's not an archangel, not a seraph or a cherub. Oh, and that's all right. This is easier. He doesn't scare her.
She moves to get her slate and then it's in her lap and she's writing. Did you like it?