[02]

[diamondcross]

Characters: Homura and YOU!
Setting: Fourth floor.
Format: Starting in prose, will change to whatever!
Summary: The stress gets to her.
Warnings: angst, spoilers, tl;dr

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[thursdaywings]

Castiel has been observing Homura ever since they met in the library. She was an interesting girl to watch; so young, and yet she seemed to have a maturity that was beyond her physical age.

The despair radiating from her small frame sparked the angel's curiosity further, and he landed with a quiet flutter of wings behind her.

"Hello, Homura."

[diamondcross]

She looks up at him, wiping her face. She manages a level tone and flattens her expression; she's shamed that someone noticed her off in her little corner. "Castiel. Good morning."

[thursdaywings]

"You are upset about something," he states, head tilted like a curious falcon. "What is it?"

[diamondcross]

His simple demeanor, and well-meaning question doesn't annoy her, but it sets her on edge. Vaguely, just ever-so vaguely, she's reminded of someone. "It is none of your concern."

[thursdaywings]

"Very well."

Castiel turns towards the window, a permanent frown etched onto his features. He had read through every book in the library, but none of them were useful when it comes to information about the tower, let alone finding any chance of escape.

"Nothing in the library has information about our captors or the tower," he informs her, his voice low and rough. "The workers are of no use, and the walls cannot be destroyed."

[diamondcross]

"You've read every single book," she says, standing. She wipes her face again and steels herself. "I see. It is quickly becoming apparent that we are here to stay."

[thursdaywings]

"We cannot afford to stay," Castiel growls out, shifting his shoulders slightly as if to adjust his ruffled wings, invisible as they are. "I need to get back, help the Winchesters stop Lucifer from rising."

[diamondcross]

Lucifer? She gives him a questioning look, head ever so slightly tilted, and then nods. "But apparently there is nothing left. It's all gone. Our worlds, our colleges, our friends. All of it. Do you believe them?"

[thursdaywings]

"No." Castiel's answer was clipped, his fist clenched as he stares resolutely out of the window. "I have faith in my Father, in Dean, that we can escape from here."

[diamondcross]

"I don't know what I believe in," she murmurs, turning away from him. "We've been told what we've been told, but there is nothing to prove or disprove it. So I don't know what I believe."

She doesn't want to believe that everything is gone. But the constant thought of what may have happened to the person she loves, the ever-present nagging little itch saying she's dead and you failed... she's lived through her own personal hell many times over. But never had she before imagined what it might actually be like to be so perfectly, so incurably powerless; she never allowed herself that.

[thursdaywings]

Castiel keeps his silence, still staring out of the window. Even if she doesn't believe in anything, he has enough faith for the both of them. Being an angel means absolute faith in his Father, though it has been wavering since meeting Dean.

After a long time, he speaks up again.

"We will get out."