Persephone
Title: Persephone
Characters/Pairings: Claire Novak
Rating: PG
Word Count: 544
Theme: 01: Elemental from spn_30snapshots. To go to my table, you can click here.
Prompt: Dark
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this at all. But I can't stop trying to fill in the gaps the writers so teasingly leave behind. It's an obsession really.
Summary: Castiel says it's God's will...It would be a sin to refuse, wouldn't it?
Persephone is a maiden goddess of both the underworld and Spring in the Greek pantheon. She represents both the youthful, innocent, and joyous maiden aspect of a woman as well as the more womanly self who, innocence lost and family attachments loosened, can begin to consciously decide for herself.
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In bible school, Claire learned that angels are sent by God to protect the faithful and Castiel says he’s an angel. He whispers to her as the demons are distracted by what’s going on around her. He says that he needs her to help him save the world. Her dad was his “vessel” but the angel says she can be his vessel too.
Everything is all wrong. Her poor daddy is bleeding on the floor real bad and her mom isn’t acting like her mom at all. The men that were helping her dad are in trouble too. She’s helpless, a little girl tied up. But Castiel says he can stop them. All she has to do is say “yes” and she won’t be helpless. She will be doing God’s will and daddy always said that to be chosen would be the ultimate gift of trust and love from God. It would be a sin to refuse, wouldn’t it?
So she agrees. But it’s nothing like what she thought it would be. She knew there would be light but she thought it would be gentle and warm. It’s not. Castiel brings light so intense and painful she wonders how she doesn’t go blind. And the noise is deafening. It’s disorienting and frightening. She feels like she’s in a tornado, being tossed and turned with no ground to place her feet. Everything seems to be slipping and shattering in her head as Castiel shoves aside everything that is her. She regrets her decision as soon as she makes it but she can’t take it back. There are no take-backsies when it comes to grown up things like this.
It’s both a moment and an eternity before she hears her father’s voice. The words are sucked into the surrounding maelstrom but she thinks he’s pleading, begging for something. His desperation and fear bounces around in her head like an echo, scaring her even more than she already is.
As quickly as Castiel was there, he’s gone. With no warning, she is alone in her head again. Her dad…no, Castiel pulls himself off the floor, leaving her without even looking back. And this time, she doesn’t try to stop him. She looks around and she’s surprised how the world seems so dim. She closes her eyes and there is only darkness, blessed darkness. It is cool and gentle and not like the fierce brightness of the angel.
Claire thinks that her pastor might have some stuff wrong and that being a warrior of God isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. She wishes that she can go back to just being a kid again but she doesn‘t think that she can now. She feels scraped and raw on the inside, all jagged and burnt edges.
No, being chosen really sucks. God isn’t gentle love or at least not his servants. There’s no room in their world for anything but what they think is right and wrong. God and his winged soldiers can keep his will and gifts. The price is just too darn high. Claire will very happily stick to the dark corners from now on and out from their piercing gaze, safely enfolded in her mother’s arms and love. Because that’s what’s really important, isn’t it?
Characters/Pairings: Claire Novak
Rating: PG
Word Count: 544
Theme: 01: Elemental from spn_30snapshots. To go to my table, you can click here.
Prompt: Dark
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this at all. But I can't stop trying to fill in the gaps the writers so teasingly leave behind. It's an obsession really.
Summary: Castiel says it's God's will...It would be a sin to refuse, wouldn't it?
Persephone is a maiden goddess of both the underworld and Spring in the Greek pantheon. She represents both the youthful, innocent, and joyous maiden aspect of a woman as well as the more womanly self who, innocence lost and family attachments loosened, can begin to consciously decide for herself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In bible school, Claire learned that angels are sent by God to protect the faithful and Castiel says he’s an angel. He whispers to her as the demons are distracted by what’s going on around her. He says that he needs her to help him save the world. Her dad was his “vessel” but the angel says she can be his vessel too.
Everything is all wrong. Her poor daddy is bleeding on the floor real bad and her mom isn’t acting like her mom at all. The men that were helping her dad are in trouble too. She’s helpless, a little girl tied up. But Castiel says he can stop them. All she has to do is say “yes” and she won’t be helpless. She will be doing God’s will and daddy always said that to be chosen would be the ultimate gift of trust and love from God. It would be a sin to refuse, wouldn’t it?
So she agrees. But it’s nothing like what she thought it would be. She knew there would be light but she thought it would be gentle and warm. It’s not. Castiel brings light so intense and painful she wonders how she doesn’t go blind. And the noise is deafening. It’s disorienting and frightening. She feels like she’s in a tornado, being tossed and turned with no ground to place her feet. Everything seems to be slipping and shattering in her head as Castiel shoves aside everything that is her. She regrets her decision as soon as she makes it but she can’t take it back. There are no take-backsies when it comes to grown up things like this.
It’s both a moment and an eternity before she hears her father’s voice. The words are sucked into the surrounding maelstrom but she thinks he’s pleading, begging for something. His desperation and fear bounces around in her head like an echo, scaring her even more than she already is.
As quickly as Castiel was there, he’s gone. With no warning, she is alone in her head again. Her dad…no, Castiel pulls himself off the floor, leaving her without even looking back. And this time, she doesn’t try to stop him. She looks around and she’s surprised how the world seems so dim. She closes her eyes and there is only darkness, blessed darkness. It is cool and gentle and not like the fierce brightness of the angel.
Claire thinks that her pastor might have some stuff wrong and that being a warrior of God isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. She wishes that she can go back to just being a kid again but she doesn‘t think that she can now. She feels scraped and raw on the inside, all jagged and burnt edges.
No, being chosen really sucks. God isn’t gentle love or at least not his servants. There’s no room in their world for anything but what they think is right and wrong. God and his winged soldiers can keep his will and gifts. The price is just too darn high. Claire will very happily stick to the dark corners from now on and out from their piercing gaze, safely enfolded in her mother’s arms and love. Because that’s what’s really important, isn’t it?