[ castiel sits next to connor and listens with the cinched brow and dutiful frown of a student preparing their notes. he knows nothing of art, despite his species being such a popularly depicted subject. there's plenty of art that features androids, too, though, so he suppose it's a moot point. there is something pleasing about the contrast of colors, though he wishes he could explain to connor what he's able to see that lies beyond color and form— the way the world looks to his eyes sometimes renders color irrelevant.
but the sentimentality, ah. that, he understands. ]
Maybe you can keep them.
[ castiel can't imagine what kind of bathing suit dean would have worn. he was always working. ]
no subject
but the sentimentality, ah. that, he understands. ]
Maybe you can keep them.
[ castiel can't imagine what kind of bathing suit dean would have worn. he was always working. ]