Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (13/?)whit_meruleMay 18 2012, 04:40:10 UTC
Castiel was in his pyjamas again. He was sitting on a bench in the dismal evening-grey park, with the trenchcoat folded carefully besid him, looking slight and small and soft. Lucifer was standing over, him fierce and cold, with his hand hovering in the air near Castiel’s shoulder but not quite touching. Everything about his stance looked odd on him, and it took a moment for Sam to fasten, with some incredulity, on the word and protective. And then, when Lucifer looked up at Sam with eyes that burned cold and grey and dared him to say a word, the word helpless. Castiel’s brother. Lucifer’s brother. For each of them, effectively the only one remaining, out of multitudes
( ... )
Reply
Leave a comment