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indecadence) wrote2013-05-24 08:48 pm
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and what should i be considering?
seems cut and dry
seems cut and dry
CONTACT: lone.wanderer@compass.net
MESSAGE: Hey, are you busy?
MESSAGE: Hey, are you busy?
I was down by the outskirts poking around and it looks like there's a carnival over there.
[ Oh. ] I suppose that means we must investigate it together.
[The laugh is practically there in the letters.]
I think we should. Need to make sure there's nothing dangerous there.
I think we should. Need to make sure there's nothing dangerous there.
There's a ferris wheel; you can't miss it. I'll be there.
Things haven't been going well at all for the young girl. The carnival had been all but ruined for her due to what happened the night she decided to go into the funhouse and ran into Lucifer. The terrible bruising was a dark purple around her throat in the shape of finger-marks and the frostbite was a waxy white that made her cry when she looked at it, so right now, it's all being somewhat badly hidden beneath a yellow scarf.
She also isn't sleeping. The thing she had seen in the mirror, the creature too big to be seen all at once but had stared her down... it haunted her nightmares until she just decides sleeping sounds like the worst idea.
So she's out, later at night than she should be, heading for the classroom she shares with the Heroes. Maybe if someone's nearby, she can sleep better, hence why she has her pillow and blanket with her.
But as she steps outside, a smell hits her she's not familiar with, making her nose wrinkle, and she looks over and sees- "Cas?" A little surprised to see him.
She also isn't sleeping. The thing she had seen in the mirror, the creature too big to be seen all at once but had stared her down... it haunted her nightmares until she just decides sleeping sounds like the worst idea.
So she's out, later at night than she should be, heading for the classroom she shares with the Heroes. Maybe if someone's nearby, she can sleep better, hence why she has her pillow and blanket with her.
But as she steps outside, a smell hits her she's not familiar with, making her nose wrinkle, and she looks over and sees- "Cas?" A little surprised to see him.
He doesn't do this often where others can stumble upon him, preferring privacy. Even then, some things haven't changed, but he needs the solidarity of the open air to calm whatever truths he's sitting on. It isn't particularly nice, smoking the joint all the way down until there's nothing left to save, and it's what he's doing when he hears someone say his name. A blink, smashing the end of it against the step he's sitting on, and Castiel inclines his head.
Oh. It's her. The girl from the carnival.
"It's late." As if that's not obvious. "Shouldn't you be inside?"
Oh. It's her. The girl from the carnival.
"It's late." As if that's not obvious. "Shouldn't you be inside?"
[ Castiel had made certain that his future self's unconscious body was safely returned to his room, changed into clean clothes and put to bed. While he was at it, he scrubbed his body clean -- all of it, including as much of any build up of toxins as he thought safe to remove -- with just a touch of his hand.
Cas shouldn't suffer from the unique symptoms of alcohol withdrawal or anything else he may have recently imbibed, which means no hangover.
Still, he watched over him, pondering over what little he understood of their interaction, of this or any of the previous ones actually... and in the morning he had filched a two hardboiled eggs, three sausage links and coffee, all of which were cold by the time he set them on the table beside the sleeping former angel's bed. Then he just stood there.
Watching.
You'd think that after getting yelled at for this by any number of people, he would stop. But when you've spent hundreds of years watching over humanity, some habits were really hard to kick. ]
Cas shouldn't suffer from the unique symptoms of alcohol withdrawal or anything else he may have recently imbibed, which means no hangover.
Still, he watched over him, pondering over what little he understood of their interaction, of this or any of the previous ones actually... and in the morning he had filched a two hardboiled eggs, three sausage links and coffee, all of which were cold by the time he set them on the table beside the sleeping former angel's bed. Then he just stood there.
Watching.
You'd think that after getting yelled at for this by any number of people, he would stop. But when you've spent hundreds of years watching over humanity, some habits were really hard to kick. ]
"Shouldn't you?" Kaede says quietly, turning her gaze away from Cas. "I just... was going to go down to the classrooms and work on cleaning out the one I picked. I couldn't sleep-" A lie. She can't sleep. Not when every time she closes her eyes some terrifying thing in the darkness is staring back at her. "-so I decided to do something other than sit in my room."
But the 'can't sleep' is obvious - Cas had seen her not long ago and she hadn't had the darkness under her eyes, then.
But the 'can't sleep' is obvious - Cas had seen her not long ago and she hadn't had the darkness under her eyes, then.
[ He doesn't think he dreams. If he does, it's of familiar hands and a strangely gentle touch--something he knows he doesn't deserve but can't seem to fight anyhow. It's odd, and as much as he dislikes sleeping sometimes, there's nothing keeping him from doing it. And when consciousness slowly slips in, Castiel blinks at the ceiling of his room with little more than blank confusion. He feels... okay. Free, light.
Touched by a damn angel, who's still standing there and looking at him. For how long, he doesn't know, but he can venture a guess. After all, who would know better than yourself?
Castiel is quiet for as long as it takes him to roll over, eyes narrowing at the angel and not bothering to appreciate or really notice that he'd been brought something to eat. He's annoyed and visibly so, though he does take a moment to stretch out as he observes him. The memories of the previous night have yet to surface. ]
What did you do to me?
Touched by a damn angel, who's still standing there and looking at him. For how long, he doesn't know, but he can venture a guess. After all, who would know better than yourself?
Castiel is quiet for as long as it takes him to roll over, eyes narrowing at the angel and not bothering to appreciate or really notice that he'd been brought something to eat. He's annoyed and visibly so, though he does take a moment to stretch out as he observes him. The memories of the previous night have yet to surface. ]
What did you do to me?
He frowns, the normal ease he feels after smoking slowly dissipating. Castiel can note the differences as easily as he'd once been able to as an angel; perhaps not to a great extent, but he recognizes sleeplessness, fear. She's afraid of something, and walking around Zelien when it's like this isn't at all safe or comforting. He leans back and gestures to the empty spot beside him.
"You can sit with me." A pause, and he doesn't look away from her. "What happened?"
"You can sit with me." A pause, and he doesn't look away from her. "What happened?"
'What happened?' It's a good question and one she's not even sure how to answer, mostly because she isn't sure how much to tell. Kaede sits down beside Cas, nose wrinkling a bit at the weird smell, putting her pillow and blanket beside her.
"...someone... hurt me," she finally says after a long pause, not certain how to phrase it. 'I saw something scary in the house of mirrors' sounded stupid in her head, like a little child's story, even if it was the truth. This is at least more concrete.
"...someone... hurt me," she finally says after a long pause, not certain how to phrase it. 'I saw something scary in the house of mirrors' sounded stupid in her head, like a little child's story, even if it was the truth. This is at least more concrete.
[ The angel's head leans slightly to one side as Cas rolls over, squints -- or glares, depending on how you look at it -- up at him and stretches groggily. This is a state of being he has known only once or twice. One being that haze of pain killers during his brief stay at the hospital, the other when he was practically rendered human... enough to require a nap in the back of the Impala.
He wonders if he at least dreams, but this doesn't sound like the type of thing he should bring up now. ]
You were intoxicated. I felt that sleep was what you needed.
[ Castiel sighs, because if the past has shown him anything... it's that his future self does not hold him in high regard. ]
Considering your normal state is one of disagreement with anything I say, I assume you believe otherwise.
[ He turns away for the moment to locate a chair to occupy. ]
He wonders if he at least dreams, but this doesn't sound like the type of thing he should bring up now. ]
You were intoxicated. I felt that sleep was what you needed.
[ Castiel sighs, because if the past has shown him anything... it's that his future self does not hold him in high regard. ]
Considering your normal state is one of disagreement with anything I say, I assume you believe otherwise.
[ He turns away for the moment to locate a chair to occupy. ]
[ That's a passive aggressive lure if he's ever heard one, and Castiel's face scrunches a bit at the thought of the angel doing something like this to shut him up. Keep him quiet, as obedient as possible. It's not as if he wants to argue, but he doesn't give him much to like. He certainly doesn't offer him the comfort he wants, and having to deal with this so soon after waking isn't going to make it pleasant. Still, he keeps the thought to himself and watches the angel a little longer.
He wonders if they could ever be friends. Does he trust himself enough to pursue it?
Castiel sits on it as he forces up the conversation of the night prior, how drunk he'd been. How useless. What he'd asked-- ]
When I said fix me, this isn't what I meant. [ He bites it out, hard yet quiet. ] Why are you still here?
He wonders if they could ever be friends. Does he trust himself enough to pursue it?
Castiel sits on it as he forces up the conversation of the night prior, how drunk he'd been. How useless. What he'd asked-- ]
When I said fix me, this isn't what I meant. [ He bites it out, hard yet quiet. ] Why are you still here?
[ Castiel has asked himself that very question the other times they interacted. Despite everything, his future self seemed to find every possible reason to hate his past, resenting him in ways the angel can't fathom. The angel's perception is cosmic, yet almost childlike... logical to the point of insensitivity. He's a strange blend of innocence and bullheadedness, and he often wonders what those five years held for him that resulted in such bitterness. ]
Because you still, as you put it... need fixing.
[ Castiel pulls up a chair, arranging his overcoat as he settles into it and leans forward with his forearms resting on his knees. He gives him a long, expectant look, until finally: ]
...We need to talk.
Because you still, as you put it... need fixing.
[ Castiel pulls up a chair, arranging his overcoat as he settles into it and leans forward with his forearms resting on his knees. He gives him a long, expectant look, until finally: ]
...We need to talk.
[ He gives him a hard roll of his eyes when the statement comes, finally dragging himself up into a sitting position as the angel sits. Castiel wonders just how awkward all of this is going to be by the time they're done, and he also wonders if either of them will leave this room remotely changed or just aggravated that this is what they have to rely on in the coming weeks. He drags his fingers through his hair and looks at his hands, frowning at them.
A long moment passes before he glances over at him, trying for indifference. ]
So talk. I'm listening. [ Sort of. It depends on what he wants to tell him and whether he's going to give Castiel that attention after he's said it. ]
A long moment passes before he glances over at him, trying for indifference. ]
So talk. I'm listening. [ Sort of. It depends on what he wants to tell him and whether he's going to give Castiel that attention after he's said it. ]
What you said last night.
[ Castiel examines his hands, stretching out his fingers as if trying to physically grasp at the words, capture them and scrutinize them for effectiveness and clarity before he tests them out. That's not the case, of course, but just a hint of human mannerisms he would have all but lost had he remained back in his rightful place. As a multi-dimenstional wavelength of celestial intent, he would find his already abysmal people skills to be rusty, but he continues to spend time with humans and other things, picking up their mannerisms the longer he spends time in Zelien.
He notices a similar gesture on Cas' part and puts them down immediately, eyes narrowing. ]
You understand how that could have been... misconstrued.
[ Castiel examines his hands, stretching out his fingers as if trying to physically grasp at the words, capture them and scrutinize them for effectiveness and clarity before he tests them out. That's not the case, of course, but just a hint of human mannerisms he would have all but lost had he remained back in his rightful place. As a multi-dimenstional wavelength of celestial intent, he would find his already abysmal people skills to be rusty, but he continues to spend time with humans and other things, picking up their mannerisms the longer he spends time in Zelien.
He notices a similar gesture on Cas' part and puts them down immediately, eyes narrowing. ]
You understand how that could have been... misconstrued.
Edited 2014-01-20 03:11 (UTC)
[ He should have figured this was what Castiel wanted to talk about. True, he hadn't been entirely in control then; throwing words at the angel he most certainly would have never spoken to him directly, not as drunk as he had been. Those confessions would have been for another time, one where he didn't want to strangle him and draw him close in succession. But they are laid before them, open and cut deep. Whether or not the angel realizes it, Castiel had offered up those broken pieces to him in hopes to be understood.
Dropping his hands, too, he idly pulls at the blanket as he considers those words. ]
But it wasn't. [ Not yet anyway. ] Do you even know what it was I was asking?
[ Because he might have been drunk, but that does not make him stupid. Careless, perhaps, but hardly stupid. ]
Dropping his hands, too, he idly pulls at the blanket as he considers those words. ]
But it wasn't. [ Not yet anyway. ] Do you even know what it was I was asking?
[ Because he might have been drunk, but that does not make him stupid. Careless, perhaps, but hardly stupid. ]
He watches her the entire time, mostly silent as he does so. There's something in her body language that he can't read, barely attainable as they are because Castiel is still a stranger to her. Kaede is a stranger to him as well, but he's known so many in his existence that it hardly matters anymore. With her confession, his mouth drops a little.
If he'd been anyone else, perhaps he would have chastised her, then, for thinking to wander around on her own. He could have done it anyhow; Zelien is no place for a child. But that does not make them strong, would not help them overcome this hurdle of hardly acquaintances that lay between them. Remembering before the slight tension when he'd touched her head, the hand he sticks out pauses just a moment to quietly ask permission before touching her shoulder.
"Show me." Phrased almost like a question, he's gentle and careful about it. He couldn't heal her, but the physical is not the only part that would need seen to.
If he'd been anyone else, perhaps he would have chastised her, then, for thinking to wander around on her own. He could have done it anyhow; Zelien is no place for a child. But that does not make them strong, would not help them overcome this hurdle of hardly acquaintances that lay between them. Remembering before the slight tension when he'd touched her head, the hand he sticks out pauses just a moment to quietly ask permission before touching her shoulder.
"Show me." Phrased almost like a question, he's gentle and careful about it. He couldn't heal her, but the physical is not the only part that would need seen to.
There is a long, quiet pause from Kaede. She doesn't pull away from his touch; she's sure now Cas is only a normal guy and nothing comes of his touch. Still, it takes a while for her to work up the courage to tug down the edge of her scarf, not removing it entirely, showing the terrible damage around her throat.
She doesn't say anything, she doesn't need to say anything. The shape of the bruising is very obvious, after all, but the frostbite damage around it might be a give away as to who did it.
She doesn't say anything, she doesn't need to say anything. The shape of the bruising is very obvious, after all, but the frostbite damage around it might be a give away as to who did it.
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