Angels and Demons?
Who: Castiel and Baron Byron Balaz
What: A meeting.
When: Night, after the body-swap, October 13th
Where: Wandering the park
Rating: FL, Flirting and LOLZ
Status: Incomplete
The moon was a perfect semi-circle in the sky, it's cold beauty sweeping over the earth to catch a pale, blond young man in a single timeless moment. Byron loved autumn. In his travels across The Frontier he liked to stay in regions that still experienced all of the seasons--although the village of Autumn's Door had been beautiful, locked in a kind of pheonix fall, the trees going bare only to go full with vibrant leaves all over again.
He still perfered to be able to watch the seasons change. There was something comforting about it. Wrapped in a heavier cloak than he was a few days ago, The Baron set about making his nightly camp more comfortable. Around him he could feel the town settling just a little warmer and cozier than it had been when he first arrived. Even if had been an unexpected arrival, he couldn't say he regretted it much.
It was more than just the fall of the sun that had woken him, however. There were two new presences in the park tonight, one that seemed to have settled there like he had and another, brighter one that wasn't too far off now. It was hard to tell what about the presence that made him feel so odd--for one fearful moment he thought of Chlomo the Make-up Lover but then cast the thought aside. There was absolutely nothing malicious about whomever was approaching the clearing Byron had staked out for himself. Slowly, he unhitched the horses and allowed them a little freedom. They were on self-sufficency mode and would head down to the stream and back on their own. He didn't worry--somehow Byron knew he would not have the need to flee from his visitor.
When the presence was close enough but not in view, he summoned a small fire to the pit he'd dug and sat by it on one of the benches he'd removed from the interior of the carriage. His coffin was still safe within, as was his plasma supply. He was finishing a packet when the stranger finally appeared.
What: A meeting.
When: Night, after the body-swap, October 13th
Where: Wandering the park
Rating: FL, Flirting and LOLZ
Status: Incomplete
The moon was a perfect semi-circle in the sky, it's cold beauty sweeping over the earth to catch a pale, blond young man in a single timeless moment. Byron loved autumn. In his travels across The Frontier he liked to stay in regions that still experienced all of the seasons--although the village of Autumn's Door had been beautiful, locked in a kind of pheonix fall, the trees going bare only to go full with vibrant leaves all over again.
He still perfered to be able to watch the seasons change. There was something comforting about it. Wrapped in a heavier cloak than he was a few days ago, The Baron set about making his nightly camp more comfortable. Around him he could feel the town settling just a little warmer and cozier than it had been when he first arrived. Even if had been an unexpected arrival, he couldn't say he regretted it much.
It was more than just the fall of the sun that had woken him, however. There were two new presences in the park tonight, one that seemed to have settled there like he had and another, brighter one that wasn't too far off now. It was hard to tell what about the presence that made him feel so odd--for one fearful moment he thought of Chlomo the Make-up Lover but then cast the thought aside. There was absolutely nothing malicious about whomever was approaching the clearing Byron had staked out for himself. Slowly, he unhitched the horses and allowed them a little freedom. They were on self-sufficency mode and would head down to the stream and back on their own. He didn't worry--somehow Byron knew he would not have the need to flee from his visitor.
When the presence was close enough but not in view, he summoned a small fire to the pit he'd dug and sat by it on one of the benches he'd removed from the interior of the carriage. His coffin was still safe within, as was his plasma supply. He was finishing a packet when the stranger finally appeared.