A Drumming Noise
Title: A Drumming Noise
Spoilers: Season 5 through to Season 6
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel, Castiel, Dean, Sam
Genre: Idk /is unhelpful
Rating: Gen
The brothers walked their separate ways, their Aura's shouting out various emotions and feelings towards the other, but refused to meet; the drums of their hearts banging ever louder.
The Abomination, his large Aura challenging his huge frame, crackling with anger, vain, sorrow, loss- guilt. The withered flames of his long lost self trying to respark against the tainted, blood fueled darker flames, the ones that made his blood run black and sent a shiver down your spine at the single thought of them.
And the Sword, his dusty, golden Aura flared with pride, lust, blame, loss, and hate. The lightning bolts of hate flashed and struck out at the flaming Aura heading in the opposite direction, the golden electric never showing mercy, the sparks of protection staying low and close, directed at a new Aura, one he was walking towards.
Shades of grey mist enveloped this creature, the mist darker as it moved away from the empty man, lighter as it had closer contact with the Angel. Fading wings bathed in the clouds as he contained himself, no longer having much to contain. His Aura of grey reached out to the approaching storm, calming it as the Angel laid a hand on the man's shoulder, the eyes of the storm looking straight into his. The darkest cloud tugged away from the golden bolts, away from the rest of the fog, seeking the single teardrop of hope slithering towards it from across the field where they stood.
Wild, wonderous water thrashed out slightly, aiming for the crackling electricity that had now become the grey mists main concern. Waves crashed angrily as they disappeared into the black mass of memories, leaving- abandoning- the flames of the Abomination. Streams of lightened foam wrapped and meandered his own Grace, entwining with it. Dark, deep depths of blue reached out slowly towards the dying flames, not wanting to catch the Aura's attention too harshly, too quickly- no. He wasn't always like that, he'd kept the softer, calmer oceans of his nature hidden for so long, and yet it had been discovered.
These tales will each follow one man- the grey mist will clear from the truth, the ocean will crash waves upon myth, lighting will strike the untaken path, and flames will engulf what was certain.
Spoilers: Season 5 through to Season 6
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel, Castiel, Dean, Sam
Genre: Idk /is unhelpful
Rating: Gen
The brothers walked their separate ways, their Aura's shouting out various emotions and feelings towards the other, but refused to meet; the drums of their hearts banging ever louder.
The Abomination, his large Aura challenging his huge frame, crackling with anger, vain, sorrow, loss- guilt. The withered flames of his long lost self trying to respark against the tainted, blood fueled darker flames, the ones that made his blood run black and sent a shiver down your spine at the single thought of them.
And the Sword, his dusty, golden Aura flared with pride, lust, blame, loss, and hate. The lightning bolts of hate flashed and struck out at the flaming Aura heading in the opposite direction, the golden electric never showing mercy, the sparks of protection staying low and close, directed at a new Aura, one he was walking towards.
Shades of grey mist enveloped this creature, the mist darker as it moved away from the empty man, lighter as it had closer contact with the Angel. Fading wings bathed in the clouds as he contained himself, no longer having much to contain. His Aura of grey reached out to the approaching storm, calming it as the Angel laid a hand on the man's shoulder, the eyes of the storm looking straight into his. The darkest cloud tugged away from the golden bolts, away from the rest of the fog, seeking the single teardrop of hope slithering towards it from across the field where they stood.
Wild, wonderous water thrashed out slightly, aiming for the crackling electricity that had now become the grey mists main concern. Waves crashed angrily as they disappeared into the black mass of memories, leaving- abandoning- the flames of the Abomination. Streams of lightened foam wrapped and meandered his own Grace, entwining with it. Dark, deep depths of blue reached out slowly towards the dying flames, not wanting to catch the Aura's attention too harshly, too quickly- no. He wasn't always like that, he'd kept the softer, calmer oceans of his nature hidden for so long, and yet it had been discovered.
These tales will each follow one man- the grey mist will clear from the truth, the ocean will crash waves upon myth, lighting will strike the untaken path, and flames will engulf what was certain.