[ Sitting in the forest on an altar built on grass and flowers, the angel lets his thoughts sink into his surroundings. He finds solace in the chirping birds and fast-hooved creatures running through its winding woods. Above him, the constant buzzing of yellow insects fills the emptiness until dark thoughts settle like sediment clearing up the haze.
Leaning on his Father's creations for peace, Castiel pulls up from the tailspin of his thoughts. Inside him, his grace settles and the pool of dark feathers follow after. They can't fill the void inside him no matter how tightly he wraps himself in them. Letting go, the angel tucks his wings behind him accepting his faults.
A broken puzzle piece with the edges frayed. Not quite slotting into place as intended. Is that what happened to his other self? ]
You're not dead here.
[ They still existed, and Castiel came to realize he preferred to live in contentment than guilt. A road he still struggles to find his footing on when he so recently stepped onto its path. ]
I don't know. I think that's the point.
But, I know where I want to go and that makes all the difference.
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Leaning on his Father's creations for peace, Castiel pulls up from the tailspin of his thoughts. Inside him, his grace settles and the pool of dark feathers follow after. They can't fill the void inside him no matter how tightly he wraps himself in them. Letting go, the angel tucks his wings behind him accepting his faults.
A broken puzzle piece with the edges frayed. Not quite slotting into place as intended. Is that what happened to his other self? ]
You're not dead here.
[ They still existed, and Castiel came to realize he preferred to live in contentment than guilt. A road he still struggles to find his footing on when he so recently stepped onto its path. ]
I don't know. I think that's the point.
But, I know where I want to go and that makes all the difference.