Cally, age 23, she/her. Elaborate AUs and incoherent tagfic are all that matter in this world. Features a mix of Supernatural (of the thingstiel, monster feels, and next gen persuasion), 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.