Don't fall down.
Characters: Anna [gotbackupagain ], Horst [ahandsomedevil ], and Castiel [wingsandwill ]
When: Around 10 pm, July 3
Where: Greek House 5; Anna's.
Rating: PG - Will change if it goes up.
Summary: Even Angels get scared. Sometimes company is a wonderful thing to have.
Anna had never really thought about dying. Maybe a few times when she was human; everyone did. A few of those last nights without her Grace.. She'd had more than a few thoughts of death, then. Vaguely she wondered who would reap her- if she even would be reaped. She wasn't 'really' a human. No human mind could sustain so much memory, knowledge without side effects. Normal humans couldn't tap into the empty hooks where her Grace should have been, just to move something with her mind. To send power surges to electrical circuits.
It was different as an Angel. There was no chance of natural death. No illness, no old age to die from. The only way to kill any Angel was to do just that; kill them. And while she knew that back home she'd be on the run just to keep herself alive... It would be different than this. Knowing you're light's gonna go out. A death that took it's time. Not something any Angel had ever gone through, as far as she knew. She might have her pride, but it wouldn't take much to admit how frightening the thought was on it's own. Having Horst there, and even Castiel's occasional presence was sort of a blessing. She wasn't alone.
It had been just over a week since her scuffle with Castiel in the Wastes, since she'd dragged both him and herself home. She didn't regret bringing him back, come to think of it. Could have done without the hallucinations, but she wouldn't have left Cas in the city to die or be turned, even with the persistent sting of betrayal still so fresh. Or at least it had been. Now it was just... A dull ache. But things had been mended as best they could- and he was here with her. More than she could ask for, to be honest.
No more couch. She was entirely fucking sick of sitting on the stupid couch; it wasn't like she slept to pass the time. The floor was better; back to the wall just beneath the window. The open window; it was more than warm enough to leave it open all hours of the day and night, even if Angels didn't really feel temperature. So there she'd sat, legs tucked to the side like some sort of lady, fingers rolling up the bottom of her shirt to see. The blood had long since been wiped away, the physical injury cauterized by the bleed of Holy energy shining out of it. But it was stronger today, veins just under the skin that surrounded it all having lit up, visible to the human eye. Tucking her shirt back down, she let her head thump back against the wall. There was no more healing boosts from her brothers- it wouldn't work anymore.
When: Around 10 pm, July 3
Where: Greek House 5; Anna's.
Rating: PG - Will change if it goes up.
Summary: Even Angels get scared. Sometimes company is a wonderful thing to have.
Anna had never really thought about dying. Maybe a few times when she was human; everyone did. A few of those last nights without her Grace.. She'd had more than a few thoughts of death, then. Vaguely she wondered who would reap her- if she even would be reaped. She wasn't 'really' a human. No human mind could sustain so much memory, knowledge without side effects. Normal humans couldn't tap into the empty hooks where her Grace should have been, just to move something with her mind. To send power surges to electrical circuits.
It was different as an Angel. There was no chance of natural death. No illness, no old age to die from. The only way to kill any Angel was to do just that; kill them. And while she knew that back home she'd be on the run just to keep herself alive... It would be different than this. Knowing you're light's gonna go out. A death that took it's time. Not something any Angel had ever gone through, as far as she knew. She might have her pride, but it wouldn't take much to admit how frightening the thought was on it's own. Having Horst there, and even Castiel's occasional presence was sort of a blessing. She wasn't alone.
It had been just over a week since her scuffle with Castiel in the Wastes, since she'd dragged both him and herself home. She didn't regret bringing him back, come to think of it. Could have done without the hallucinations, but she wouldn't have left Cas in the city to die or be turned, even with the persistent sting of betrayal still so fresh. Or at least it had been. Now it was just... A dull ache. But things had been mended as best they could- and he was here with her. More than she could ask for, to be honest.
No more couch. She was entirely fucking sick of sitting on the stupid couch; it wasn't like she slept to pass the time. The floor was better; back to the wall just beneath the window. The open window; it was more than warm enough to leave it open all hours of the day and night, even if Angels didn't really feel temperature. So there she'd sat, legs tucked to the side like some sort of lady, fingers rolling up the bottom of her shirt to see. The blood had long since been wiped away, the physical injury cauterized by the bleed of Holy energy shining out of it. But it was stronger today, veins just under the skin that surrounded it all having lit up, visible to the human eye. Tucking her shirt back down, she let her head thump back against the wall. There was no more healing boosts from her brothers- it wouldn't work anymore.