"You are an angel savior," He breathes, speaking more to himself even as he regards Sam with the mix of reverential awe and fear. An angel savior that asks he keep casual. He can kick it like that. Totally. It'll be easy. Easy mother fuckin peasy.
The angel clasps his shoulder like the way his church brethren do. Oh mirth.
"Brother Falcon," He says, repeating the name as though greeting anew. He resolves himself. "The righteous path proves a difficult one! Many temptations await set to stray! Many motherfuckers prove mother fuckin blind to the holy! But such is our duty to show them the dark ways." He folds his hand over his heart with a smile, then reaches out, pauses, and completes the act of patting Sam's arm back in effort to comfort. However tentative.
He gives a glance around. Speaking of the dark. "The morrow proves... incandescent," He says with slight squint. "No less mother fuckin miraculous for it!" But. Blinding. "I have no recollection of this within the gospelevity..."
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The angel clasps his shoulder like the way his church brethren do. Oh mirth.
"Brother Falcon," He says, repeating the name as though greeting anew. He resolves himself. "The righteous path proves a difficult one! Many temptations await set to stray! Many motherfuckers prove mother fuckin blind to the holy! But such is our duty to show them the dark ways." He folds his hand over his heart with a smile, then reaches out, pauses, and completes the act of patting Sam's arm back in effort to comfort. However tentative.
He gives a glance around. Speaking of the dark. "The morrow proves... incandescent," He says with slight squint. "No less mother fuckin miraculous for it!" But. Blinding. "I have no recollection of this within the gospelevity..."