[ Something is very wrong with him, too. Angels, again, do not have souls, so the feeling is a mystery. Uncomfortable at best, and the worst, well. He isn't thinking about the terror that vibrates in his vessels chest, a heart that is not his thumping wildly against his ribcage. ]
Castiel. [ His hands fall, and the urge to take a step forward is only barely dampened. ] Angel of the Lord.
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[ Something is very wrong with him, too. Angels, again, do not have souls, so the feeling is a mystery. Uncomfortable at best, and the worst, well. He isn't thinking about the terror that vibrates in his vessels chest, a heart that is not his thumping wildly against his ribcage. ]
Castiel. [ His hands fall, and the urge to take a step forward is only barely dampened. ] Angel of the Lord.