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paradisalogs2013-11-11 10:40 pm
ofthursday) wrote in paradisalogs2013-11-11 10:40 pm
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Who: Castiel, Meg
What: Enjoying Firenze, and by enjoying I mean not
When: Before things start heating up, so the 10th
Where: The Campanile di Giotto
Rating: PG-13 at most for discussion of their terrible lives
Castiel had finally starting to get the hang of life in Paradisa.
Of course, now that he was getting used to things--to being mortal, to having sort of a routine for meals and research and talking to people, to picking up more and more social and cultural things each day--that was the perfect time to wake up in a completely different time and place. Thanks, Castle. Thanks a lot.
Fortunately enough, he remembered this time and place. He'd observed it, and many others, with his garrison as they had watched over humanity in their mission. Of course, observing was a whole lot different than living, and the first thing he had done was find Meg.
To be fair, he had tried to find Dean too, but he'd encountered Meg first and after finding out she was powerless had decided to stick close to her. This was not a time or a place to be a woman alone, particularly when she was used to being an incredibly powerful and capable demon, and Castiel was certain Dean could take care of himself. Meg was another story, just going logically, without even factoring in the incredibly complicated emotional aspect of it.
Once they'd gotten the basics figured out, they had gone cautiously exploring. The bell tower had caught his attention right away, and they soon found themselves at the top of it peering out through the windows. Being high up made Castiel feel a bit more normal--when an angel, he had flown of course, but he'd loved to perch on top of buildings and mountains--and so the bell tower was a little reassuring the midst of all the changes going on.
He glanced over at Meg, to see if she was enjoying the sight as much as he was.
What: Enjoying Firenze, and by enjoying I mean not
When: Before things start heating up, so the 10th
Where: The Campanile di Giotto
Rating: PG-13 at most for discussion of their terrible lives
Castiel had finally starting to get the hang of life in Paradisa.
Of course, now that he was getting used to things--to being mortal, to having sort of a routine for meals and research and talking to people, to picking up more and more social and cultural things each day--that was the perfect time to wake up in a completely different time and place. Thanks, Castle. Thanks a lot.
Fortunately enough, he remembered this time and place. He'd observed it, and many others, with his garrison as they had watched over humanity in their mission. Of course, observing was a whole lot different than living, and the first thing he had done was find Meg.
To be fair, he had tried to find Dean too, but he'd encountered Meg first and after finding out she was powerless had decided to stick close to her. This was not a time or a place to be a woman alone, particularly when she was used to being an incredibly powerful and capable demon, and Castiel was certain Dean could take care of himself. Meg was another story, just going logically, without even factoring in the incredibly complicated emotional aspect of it.
Once they'd gotten the basics figured out, they had gone cautiously exploring. The bell tower had caught his attention right away, and they soon found themselves at the top of it peering out through the windows. Being high up made Castiel feel a bit more normal--when an angel, he had flown of course, but he'd loved to perch on top of buildings and mountains--and so the bell tower was a little reassuring the midst of all the changes going on.
He glanced over at Meg, to see if she was enjoying the sight as much as he was.
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"Right, well whoever that was, then he's next."
She smiled a little falteringly, studying his face. It felt strangely liberating that they had discussed a little of what she imagined was very hard for both of them, if not impossible for her under usual circumstances.
She reached up and stroked his face again before running her hand gently through his hair. There wasn't much else to say, but silence was hardly uncomfortable between them, and staring into his eyes was pleasant enough that sometimes she never wanted to stop.
After a moment, she smiled a little to herself, realizing that while it was more time consuming and took more effort, it somehow seemed easier to sign what she had to say, so she did just that.
I'm glad we talked. And I'm sorry you lost your grace.
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When he pulled away, he gave a quick response. If you desire to speak further about anything at any time, I am here.
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She smiled at his response and signed back in response, with one thing in mind: solidarity.
Thanks. Same goes for you. I'm here. Anything you need, anytime you need it.