[ Cas gets up from the couch, sways on his feet and sits back down, unsure about the sudden, painful surge of feeling in his chest, the way something claws at the expanse of his ribcage and threatens to snap him right in half, fierce and ugly with teeth of righteous fury, and he punches his fist against a wall in a feeble attempt to layer a sensation over the feelings he can't handle, to overwhelm himself until all there's left is synaptic static.
It's better than feeling this much and being unable to do anything about it. It burns inside his skin, like the weight of dead and broken wings, and a vast being folded into a body supposed to be too small yet now too cavernous and empty, filling up with so much feeling that all Cas can do is sink and drown and choke and scream where no one can hear it.
his fingers shake when he types the response, and badly. it takes a while. the smooth surface of the fluid isn't enough sensation for his brain to tether itself to, still lost in a too turbulent sea. ]
but i broke. and you're everything i've lost.
[ And if Castiel is unworthy, then what what worth did Cas ever have to begin with? ]
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It's better than feeling this much and being unable to do anything about it. It burns inside his skin, like the weight of dead and broken wings, and a vast being folded into a body supposed to be too small yet now too cavernous and empty, filling up with so much feeling that all Cas can do is sink and drown and choke and scream where no one can hear it.
his fingers shake when he types the response, and badly. it takes a while. the smooth surface of the fluid isn't enough sensation for his brain to tether itself to, still lost in a too turbulent sea. ]
but i broke. and you're everything i've lost.
[ And if Castiel is unworthy, then what what worth did Cas ever have to begin with? ]