His wish was for you.
“I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him, and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael… Michael turned on me. Called me a freak, a monster. And then he beat me down, all because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own.”
I wish you a speedy convalescence and hope you won’t be very ugly.
I think of you often.
Fangirl Challenge l Fifteen Pairings [1/15] - Castiel & Balthazar (Supernatural)“In for a penny, in for a pound.”
Only Robb remained to her, Robb and the fading hope of her daughters.
Marya Morevna turned the knob and opened her door onto the city. She stood there in her bright red dress, and her face drained of blood. A man looked down at her, for he was quite tall. He wore a black coat, though the evening’s warm wind blew through his curly dark hair, so like a ram’s. Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her.
“I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears.