Failure is not the falling down...

[to_rebel]

Who; to_rebel, wutaiwarhero, and voodooing
What; Castiel goes just a little crazy.
Where; Edge of the forest, to begin. Wherever it goes from there.
When; Friday evening
Rating; PG-13; some disturbing/triggering content
Status; Ongoing; closed

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[wutaiwarhero]

After the thread of demonic influence had calmed down, Sephiroth had sunk back into his project. It was the reason he'd been quiet, both on and off the network, and scarce to all his friends. Priscilla had inquired about his feelings regarding her. She said she knew where she stood, but that he should figure out his stance on everything. He still wasn't sure where to begin, but he found himself missing her, missing not being able to go out of his way to see her as per their agreement.

Perhaps it was a sign. Be that as it may, it was a sign that would wait for a later time. The telepathic plea for assistance lanced through his near meditative state with precision. Castiel. I'm coming, was his simple reply, and he arrived at his friends location within moments. At times, teleportation had its advantages. The sight that befell his eyes when he looked upon his friend made his brow crease with worry.

"What has happened?"

[to_rebel]

Sephiroth's arrival was quiet, as always, but expected; Castiel didn't startle. He looked up from the blade in his hands, expression blank. He wasn't trying to hide emotion beneath a mask; he simply wasn't sure how to express it -- or even what, of all myriad and un-categorized emotion there, to express first.

He held out the dagger. "Take this." Perhaps without a weapon on him, he'd be less tempted to march back into the forest and take on whatever he found.

[wutaiwarhero]

Sephiroth tilted his head at the offered blade before taking it from his obviously shaken friend. His brow creased with concern, and when he spoke, his voice carried a note of concern not normally expressed.

"What has happened, Castiel?" Though a question, it carried a firmness that dictated avoiding the question was not an option.

[to_rebel]

What has happened? Too much has happened -- or perhaps just a handful of big things that piled on him too quickly. He stared at his hands for a moment; bruised and scratched but not badly hurt.

Almost unfortunate, in some way.

"I..." He trailed off. He what? He had absolutely no idea what he'd been thinking. What he was thinking now. Castiel had absolutely no idea where to even begin. This wasn't going to work well, no matter how they approached it. He and Sephiroth were too similar -- and he wasn't sure Sephiroth would understand that he'd frightened himself into actually calling for help.

"Please take no offense," Castiel said carefully, "but perhaps Voodoo should be part of this conversation."