As I write this down [OPEN]

[ofthursday]

Who: Castiel, OPEN
What: Arriving in Tokyodisa~
When: July 20th, around noon
Where: The hotel lobby
Rating: Probably PG at most


Once the sky had gone dark once again Castiel had picked a random direction and re-entered the forest, unsure of where he was and which way to go... And then suddenly he was somewhere completely different. He looked around rapidly, confused, turning in place a few times; the room was completely unfamiliar and his first thought was that Metatron had transported him somewhere, but he was alone.

The room was quiet, clean and inviting but at the same time cold and impartial, and oddly he could see daylight through the window; it had been the middle of the night last he was aware. He took a minute or two to explore the room, all nerves on edge and just waiting for someone or something to appear and break the supposed tranquility, but it never came.

Once he'd figured out that he was truly alone and there was nothing overtly dangerous in the room, his next concern was whether he could get out; when he tried the door and it opened without issue it was something of a surprise, as he'd expected to be locked in. It was, at least, a welcome surprise that he wasn't. Stepping out into the hallway, he glanced back at the door to take note of which one it was, and the sight of his name on the door was also unexpected and slightly disconcerting. He obviously hadn't ended up there on accident, and he needed to figure out how and why he had, and he set off cautiously down the hall.

It became apparent quickly enough that he was in a hotel, and that set him a little more at ease, because at least hotels were something familiar to him. Still, it was surreal in a way--the entire day had been--and he wasn't quite processing everything yet, moving on autopilot, nothing having quite sunk in just yet. As Castiel wandered into the lobby his steps slowed, cautious and on edge once again while he looked for someone who might be able to tell him something about where he was.

Figuring that out was the first step to getting somewhere else.

Comments

[ofthursday]

Well, that's interesting. Different worlds mean different rules, clearly, and Castiel knows that angels--fallen or not--vary widely in morals and personality. So he'll withhold judgement for the moment on the topic.

What do you know about me?

[onlyanapple]

Ah, now that was a loaded question. Crowley looks at the ceiling, contemplating his answer carefully. He could tell Castiel so much about himself, things the angel probably didn't even realise.

"I know a lot, we didn't really have secrets."

[ofthursday]

That earns an incredibly suspicious look from Castiel, because he's not even honest with the Winchesters a lot of the time. Sure, maybe if he were younger and had spent three years with someone it's possible he might be more open, but at the moment he finds it incredibly difficult to believe and he doesn't know if Crowley is serious or attempting to play him somehow.

So he just watches the other for a moment, waiting to see if he'll elaborate.

[onlyanapple]

Crowley can feel the gaze and knows Castiel expects more. But how can he even start to explain this? He could hardly find words to properly define how they were back then, let alone now.

"It was a long time ago, even for you. Before all the...apocalypse stuff really kicked in for you. You were still learning how the world worked, really. Guess I was somewhat familiar."

[ofthursday]

That he was much younger isn't a surprise, and explains a bit; he had certainly been more naive back then. He'll accept that answer for now, writing out another question.

You know what I am?

Or was, anyway.

[onlyanapple]

"I am a demon...usually. It's a little hard to miss the fact an angel's shown up. I knew the second you arrived."

And it had been comforting, really. Aziraphale wasn't around and he'd missed having an angel to speak to. Castiel filled in a gap he solely needed, and then became so much more afterwards.

[ofthursday]

His eyes flicker for a moment at that answer, because while he doesn't necessarily mind that Crowley knows what he is--was--he wonders immediately if he can tell what he's not, now. If not, he'll surely figure it out soon, and that's not something Castiel wants anyone really finding out about.

He does note a word in that sentence that might tell him a bit more, though.

Usually?

[onlyanapple]

He'll know that for certain, but chances are he won't bring it up, it's Cas' business, after all.

"Usually. The castle's made me human right now. It does that sometimes, makes everyone the same species, equality and all that, I suppose."

[ofthursday]

Why? Does it benefit from that?

Focusing on the logistics of this place is both useful and a good distraction from thinking about anything else he should be dealing with.

[onlyanapple]

"Well, it feeds off our emotions. Getting pissed off at a castle for changing your species overnight counts as an emotion."

[ofthursday]

Oh, well, that made sense, and that and everything else Crowley had told him gave him a lot to think about, even if he wasn't all that interested in doing so quite yet.

But though he had some more questions, the most pressing ones were answered for the moment, and he should probably take a look around. So after a moment, he scrawled another note.

The information is appreciated.

[onlyanapple]

Crowley gives a nod, gad for the conversation to end as much as he is sad it's ending. He raises his hand, in lieu of a goodbye.

"No problem. See you around, Cas."