“Can I draw your plants?”
“Can you…” Castiel drags his eyes away from the myriad of intersecting geometric patterns etched across the man’s arms. “What?”
The man holds up his notebook. “Can I draw your plants? I won’t get in the way.”
Almost surprised to have heard him correctly the first time, Castiel replies the only way he can think of: “Why?”
“Because I need to work on drawing plants?” the man asks right back. Without turning around, he points over his shoulder out the shop window. “I work at the tattoo parlor at the corner. Spring time, we’re getting more requests for flower stuff, and I gotta practice. Can I? Here?”
Trapped in the post-Valentines lull with only a modest amount of Easter orders to concern himself with, Castiel looks around his otherwise empty shop. “All right,” he says.
“Awesome,” the man says, grinning hugely. He offers his hand. “I’m Dean.”
And that’s how it starts.
To anyone who’s followed me expecting Star Trek:
This would be my Tales of the Abyss blog (that I am slowly in the process of ressurrecting)! My personal blog is at feltelures, so I would recommend following that one instead. <3
