[jp] i wish i knew how it would feel to be free
This was one main difference between Castiel and his brother. Uriel refused to look beyond the shaped clay to what men really were. He liked to loudly make his confusion at Castiel's predilection for watching humans known. Now, Castiel sat on a bench in the middle of a cemetary and observed, with Uriel's negative commentary as soundtrack.
"This place stinks."
Castiel wasn't paying enough attention to weigh his opinion about what the air smelled like. He was currently occupied with a pair of stone wings attached to a form draped over a monument. This was man's image of his brothers; that they wept at the loss of a human.
Rather, Castiel regarded men as men do animals. Not less, but that they were a responsibility. Humans take great care of protecting animals that are close to extinction, but do they weep for every lost one?
He was confused and therefore fascinated by the statue. He had so many questions, and the answers were swathed in human emotion, shrouded by their own confusion and misunderstanding of themselves. But here stood an answer, he knew; if only he contemplated it long enough.
"It's the grief, the self-pity of the loss of another. It's sour, the reeking depression."
"You don't have to be here, Uriel."
"Remind me again why you wanted to come here in the first place?"
He'd noticed another statue of an angel holding a child on the other side of the cemetary. They wanted angels to be sweet guardians of their dreams. To have something tangible to thank for saving them from that car crash, that bad decision they almost made. They wanted to be able to blame the loss of their infant or the towing of their car on an angel's, and God's, absences. Sometimes Castiel wished that was what they had been made for. But the statue only told a half-lie. They did not mourn the loss of any one human from the Earth. The statue was only correct in it's portrayal; they were carved of stone, unbending and for one purpose.
"To obey."
Prompt: Weeping angel image
"This place stinks."
Castiel wasn't paying enough attention to weigh his opinion about what the air smelled like. He was currently occupied with a pair of stone wings attached to a form draped over a monument. This was man's image of his brothers; that they wept at the loss of a human.
Rather, Castiel regarded men as men do animals. Not less, but that they were a responsibility. Humans take great care of protecting animals that are close to extinction, but do they weep for every lost one?
He was confused and therefore fascinated by the statue. He had so many questions, and the answers were swathed in human emotion, shrouded by their own confusion and misunderstanding of themselves. But here stood an answer, he knew; if only he contemplated it long enough.
"It's the grief, the self-pity of the loss of another. It's sour, the reeking depression."
"You don't have to be here, Uriel."
"Remind me again why you wanted to come here in the first place?"
He'd noticed another statue of an angel holding a child on the other side of the cemetary. They wanted angels to be sweet guardians of their dreams. To have something tangible to thank for saving them from that car crash, that bad decision they almost made. They wanted to be able to blame the loss of their infant or the towing of their car on an angel's, and God's, absences. Sometimes Castiel wished that was what they had been made for. But the statue only told a half-lie. They did not mourn the loss of any one human from the Earth. The statue was only correct in it's portrayal; they were carved of stone, unbending and for one purpose.
"To obey."
Prompt: Weeping angel image
