Blue widens by a fraction, staring at his brother as that fluttering feeling twists into something grotesque. It splays out against his chest, an ugly dark thing that buries itself deep. Breathless, Castiel stiffens at the news while that twisted feeling bursts through the cavity to the being that lies beneath. Grief hacks away at him, cutting slivers of grace, peeling away the layers until the thing inside Jimmy contorts itself into a twisted, crooked thing. Wings of black slam down in agitation, needing to take flight. And for a split second, grief takes root swallowing him whole.
The celestial rails inside its cage and the black things sprouting from its back twist and turn in agony, floundering for escape. Anything to take away the pain splitting it open. Anguish runs him through, and above them, the lights burst open all at once, frying electronics. Still, it's not enough, the ache builds once more, swelling behind his ribs. Shuddering, the contorted thing convulses and black wings trash, ceaselessly in its devastation. ]
How.
[ Anger.
Dragged over gravel, the sound carries a burning need to know. A reflection of the thing still finding purchase inside its vessel. It stumbles, like a child, with no idea how to proceed. Drowning in grief that twists a knife straight through its throat and down its gullet. Spilling every twisted emotion at the altar of a ruined cathedral built on a man who could not possibly outlive him. The pain of losing him was unbearable. How was he supposed to live with this after he was gone? When time and age finally rang his final toll and the heralds of Death came for him for the last time. ]
How did it happen?
[ Grief, sharp and twisted, rips through him like a knife, carving everything in sight. Around them, the wind picks up into a maelstrom, agitated by the tempest of rioting wings that reflect the thing splayed out on the altar of its own ruin. ]
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Blue widens by a fraction, staring at his brother as that fluttering feeling twists into something grotesque. It splays out against his chest, an ugly dark thing that buries itself deep. Breathless, Castiel stiffens at the news while that twisted feeling bursts through the cavity to the being that lies beneath. Grief hacks away at him, cutting slivers of grace, peeling away the layers until the thing inside Jimmy contorts itself into a twisted, crooked thing. Wings of black slam down in agitation, needing to take flight. And for a split second, grief takes root swallowing him whole.
The celestial rails inside its cage and the black things sprouting from its back twist and turn in agony, floundering for escape. Anything to take away the pain splitting it open. Anguish runs him through, and above them, the lights burst open all at once, frying electronics. Still, it's not enough, the ache builds once more, swelling behind his ribs. Shuddering, the contorted thing convulses and black wings trash, ceaselessly in its devastation. ]
How.
[ Anger.
Dragged over gravel, the sound carries a burning need to know. A reflection of the thing still finding purchase inside its vessel. It stumbles, like a child, with no idea how to proceed. Drowning in grief that twists a knife straight through its throat and down its gullet. Spilling every twisted emotion at the altar of a ruined cathedral built on a man who could not possibly outlive him. The pain of losing him was unbearable. How was he supposed to live with this after he was gone? When time and age finally rang his final toll and the heralds of Death came for him for the last time. ]
How did it happen?
[ Grief, sharp and twisted, rips through him like a knife, carving everything in sight. Around them, the wind picks up into a maelstrom, agitated by the tempest of rioting wings that reflect the thing splayed out on the altar of its own ruin. ]