Cally, age 23, she/her. Elaborate AUs and incoherent tagfic are all that matter in this world. Mostly Supernatural (of the thingstiel, monster feels, and next gen persuasion) but also interludes of Pacific Rim, His Dark Materials, and abstract creepiness. Blanket warning for incest, selfcest, possession-cest, and tentacles.
And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee —Revelations 18:22a
Jimmy plucks the strings sometimes—lets the steel cut into the pad of his thumb, lets his nail brush against the thrumming sound—but all he hears is a dull, pulsing A, bereft of that spark that made it his. Castiel’s not there.