Adjusting to mortality ((closed RP, Death, Castiel))
Newly mortal thanks to a temporal spell going a little awry, Death left Sakon and Ukon with a wave and a smile. They were cute and she was utterly charmed by the brash little puppet and the shy puppetmaster
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As much as he'd said they shouldn't dwell on the mistake, it really was an inexcusable lapse in judgement, particularly on his part. Death had never had a reason to concern herself with such things; it was understandable that she simply wouldn't think of it, but he? Had been warned in the strictest possible terms, along with the rest of the Host, after certain of his brothers had gone around thoughtlessly fathering Nephilim left and right many centuries before. And he'd given Jimmy his word, a matter of weeks ago. If a conception had occurred, the responsibility lay mostly with him.
It was the broken promise that bothered him more than the breach of Heavenly law. None of the angels responsible for that ancient debacle had really cared about the women they had used or the offspring they left behind, and he had no intention of behaving so dishonorably, if it came to that. But if a child did come, it would be Jimmy's by blood, a brother or sister to young Claire. That was not a trivial matter, and not a choice he would intentionally have made for the man. He was not looking forward to breaking that news to Jimmy, if it proved necessary to do so.
And then there was the matter of Death's mortal state and whether it would be possible to extend the spell as long as needed, whether it would be safe either for her or for her realm to try, what danger it might pose to the child if she was forced to resume her normal state...all the possible pitfalls made his head spin.
That was assuming, of course, that Death decided to go through with it at all. He knew that human women sometimes didn't, and while it was difficult and heart-wrenching to try to wrap his mind around the idea, he also knew that he wouldn't try to insist that she put herself through such an ordeal if she chose otherwise.
He found himself hoping, though, that if...if it happened, she would not make such a choice. When he'd played through the worst of the nightmare scenarios in his head, it was that thought that finally helped him to find a semblance of calm.
If it didn't all go wrong, he thought, tentatively trying to picture what it might be like; if they could make it past any complications and bring a new life safely into being. To see her heavy with his child, and to hold the little one in his arms...that would be a miracle.
The images were hazy and half-formed, no more than a wistful what-if at best, but he found quiet enough in them well into the morning hours that he could doze a while, keeping her close and secure beside him.
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Still. If they could make it through all of the potential obstacles and dangers, and if they had really kindled a new life.. a little one with wide, blue eyes and those serene smiles she adored. Death smiled faintly, curling closer to Castiel and his warmth. It was a vage, wistful sort of thought, but if she focused on that instead of the potential dangers, the anxious knot in her chest started to loosen.
They went about their normal morning routine before calling for a house elf to bring them a bit of breakfast, with the addition of a few mackerel for the little penguin. The night’s worry had played hell with her appetite, and Death only picked at the food that had been brought. She continued to flip through a book the house elf had brought up, outlining basic dos and don’ts for mortal women who had concieved. A moment’s carelessness had caused this worry, and she wasn’t about to repeat her mistake. Which meant forgoing her beloved morning coffee until they knew, one way or the other. Death looked a little wistfully at the mug on the desk and rubbed at the gradual tightening across her forehead.
“Maybe we can have one of the elves bring up more books? This.. I don’t even know if this applies to us,” she said helplessly. She was mortal, but was she human? Would it be enough for her to?
There were still so many unknown variables. But who to ask?
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"I'm sure there are other in the library," he said, frowning a bit and reaching out to smooth her hair back from her face. "The essential chemistry shouldn't be too different, I'd think." But it wasn't really on the physical plane that the potential problems lay. There was a complex interplay of energies at work on a metaphysical level that could have any number of unexpected side effects, and as far as he knew there'd never been a coupling like theirs before to look to as precedent. And he was no expert on even the slightly less complicated incidents that had taken place. He'd steered well cleared of the Nephilim debacle and hadn't known any of the angels involved.
If anyone at Hogwarts' might have more information on such matters, though...he sighed.
"I suppose," he said, somewhat reluctantly, "we could ask Gabriel whether he knows anything." The archangel had been running around the material plane for ages and had, by all indications, denied himself no Earthly pleasure imaginable. He'd also dallied with at least one other major power that Cas was aware of. He certainly must have a better grasp of these matters than either of them did, even if he'd never made the same mistake they just had.
But Cas really, really wasn't looking forward to asking him about it.
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“The book says it might be a couple of weeks before we know anything,” she said slowly. Weeks. That was a long time to try and extend the spell, and an even longer time to be left wondering. “I think I can prolong the effects of the spell that long.” Her sigil would grant her the necessary power to continue the odd temporal bend that surrounded her, keeping her from reverting to normal.
Death looked surprised at the mention of Gabriel. It made sense… provided they could wrangle a straight answer out of the archangel. He had been all over, and his penchant for hedonism was legendary in most immortal circles. Even if he hadn’t made the same mistake, (and provided Castiel could get his older brother to focus) he might be able to help them.
“If you think you can get an answer out of him,” she said finally.
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He shook his head slightly. "I can only try." Gabriel was capable of taking things seriously...when there was an Apocalypse in progress and he was trapped in a circle of holy fire. Whether he'd do the same for a younger brother who'd committed an act of irresponsible stupidity, well, there was only one way to find out. "At the moment, I haven't got any better ideas."
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"It's worth a try. He might at least have an idea on what we should do."
Death wrapped her arms around him, sighing quietly. "What are we going to tell the others? Should we? They're probably going to wonder why I'm not exactly, you know, normal."
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"If it turns out that we have real news, well, of course we'll tell them." He had no doubt that the hunters, once the obligatory round of 'Idjits!' and 'No way, seriously? Dude!' and 'What the hell were you thinking?' was out of the way, would do anything that they could to help.
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That word was going to be a constant presence hovering over them for some time. She closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace. Fear of the unknown was gradually being overtaken by a much warmer feeling and Death let it wash over her. She loved him and as long as Castiel was there to face an uncertain future with her, they could do this.
“You’re right. There’s no sense in worrying them too.”
"And we'll, um, have to figure out how to be, careful." Just incase.
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