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logsinthenight2020-01-12 03:10 am
freetobe) wrote in logsinthenight2020-01-12 03:10 am
[Open] Carry you to peaceful fields
characters: Castiel & You (Open) | Castiel & Bruce (Closed)
location: Beacon & In Your Dreams (no really)
date/time: During the Blizzard (Jan 7 - 11)
content: Dreamwalking! Patrolling Beacon during a Blizzard! An angel helping out and endangering himself through it! Whoo!
warnings: CWs dependant on the content of dreams
➣ Beacon {Kiss the feathers of a hummingbird in flight}
[ Castiel doesn't rely on his flesh and blood to keep him in continued existence. The cold doesn't bother him per se, though the weather proved quite vexing to navigate. He hopes that the more mortal of his allies and charges in his place are sensible and will stay inside.
Yet he himself braves the blizzard, patrolling Beacon. Checking on the Bonire, to know for certain that the fire will not be beaten down by the snow. Checking on the edges of the forest, to make sure nothing takes this opportunity to creep in and wreak havoc. Looking for anyone else foolish enough to have stepped outside in this weather. He carries in his hand a peculiar looking, shiny silver blade. His dark hair and coat are dusted with snow, and whenever visibility allows, he moves not by pushing through the snow that's piling up, but by seemingly teleporting with the sound of rustling feathers. Never far - like Crowley and Aziraphale, his flight is limited by how far his lantern allows him to see, though his wings aren't visible to the naked eye. Not unless he wishes to show them, at least.
If he happens to spot someone outside, they might see him at a lantern-light distance, and then suddenly right next to them, blue eyes on the person, and then back to scanning the surroundings. ]
Are you alright?
➣ Dreams and Nightmares {Breaking up into a million specks of light}
[ooc: This one gives you an opportunity to do some dream sharing. This is completely opt in, if you want this prompt, it happens with the OOC permission to enter/invade your character's dream - or nightmare and be witness to its contents. If you already have close-ish CR with him, he might step into any regular old dream you have to check up on you while the blizzard keeps you cooped up. Close CR or strangers having nightmares will also prompt him to make "the trip" as it were, in an attempt to help you through the nightmare and towards restful sleep. If you want him to show up in your dream/nightmare, feel free to respond with a description of the dream. Please put appropriate CWs on nightmares!
Doing this will start to sap his powers, which by the end of the blizzard's duration will run quite low, and the light of his lantern begins dimming accordingly. The implication of this is not known to most people in beacon.]
➣ [Closed to Bruce, Jan 10] Church {Take the shape of an angel in the night}
[ It's towards the end of the blizzard's duration that Castiel finds himself taking momentary shelter in the church. He's been here a few times, though not as often as one might assume an angel to come here. He doesn't bother to brush the snow from his hair, just quietly walks alongside the pews. The church has recently seen restoration efforts, and he can practically feel the care put into the project. Fascinating, the hard work and dedication people put into it. Though he supposes, here in this place, it might have more practical reasons related to that hatch, and the strange conditions of their supposed death.
He's carrying his blade in one hand, serious features trained though on the stained glass, on the alter, on the pews. He looks contemplative, maybe. Or perhaps lost. There's a certain tension in the set of his shoulders, in the tightness of his jawline, and something oddly stilted to his movements. The light of his lantern is strangely dim, and he looks tired.
Castiel eels it in the bones of his vessel, how he has strained himself to grant more peaceful rest to the souls Beacon harbours. No regrets. He won't kill himself for most of them, though if some of them happen to have nightmares, he might be lured into draining himself - draining his lantern - a little more.
He knows he's not alone. Whether Bruce enters after him, or has been there the entire time. Castiel doesn't turn towards him, but says: ]
Hello.
➣ Wildcard {On the whispering wind}
[ ooc: Maybe you want to seek Castiel out differently, contact him on the network, or have a different idea for a plot. Feel free to hit me up on plurk or discord to discuss <3 ]
location: Beacon & In Your Dreams (no really)
date/time: During the Blizzard (Jan 7 - 11)
content: Dreamwalking! Patrolling Beacon during a Blizzard! An angel helping out and endangering himself through it! Whoo!
warnings: CWs dependant on the content of dreams
➣ Beacon {Kiss the feathers of a hummingbird in flight}
[ Castiel doesn't rely on his flesh and blood to keep him in continued existence. The cold doesn't bother him per se, though the weather proved quite vexing to navigate. He hopes that the more mortal of his allies and charges in his place are sensible and will stay inside.
Yet he himself braves the blizzard, patrolling Beacon. Checking on the Bonire, to know for certain that the fire will not be beaten down by the snow. Checking on the edges of the forest, to make sure nothing takes this opportunity to creep in and wreak havoc. Looking for anyone else foolish enough to have stepped outside in this weather. He carries in his hand a peculiar looking, shiny silver blade. His dark hair and coat are dusted with snow, and whenever visibility allows, he moves not by pushing through the snow that's piling up, but by seemingly teleporting with the sound of rustling feathers. Never far - like Crowley and Aziraphale, his flight is limited by how far his lantern allows him to see, though his wings aren't visible to the naked eye. Not unless he wishes to show them, at least.
If he happens to spot someone outside, they might see him at a lantern-light distance, and then suddenly right next to them, blue eyes on the person, and then back to scanning the surroundings. ]
Are you alright?
➣ Dreams and Nightmares {Breaking up into a million specks of light}
[ooc: This one gives you an opportunity to do some dream sharing. This is completely opt in, if you want this prompt, it happens with the OOC permission to enter/invade your character's dream - or nightmare and be witness to its contents. If you already have close-ish CR with him, he might step into any regular old dream you have to check up on you while the blizzard keeps you cooped up. Close CR or strangers having nightmares will also prompt him to make "the trip" as it were, in an attempt to help you through the nightmare and towards restful sleep. If you want him to show up in your dream/nightmare, feel free to respond with a description of the dream. Please put appropriate CWs on nightmares!
Doing this will start to sap his powers, which by the end of the blizzard's duration will run quite low, and the light of his lantern begins dimming accordingly. The implication of this is not known to most people in beacon.]
➣ [Closed to Bruce, Jan 10] Church {Take the shape of an angel in the night}
[ It's towards the end of the blizzard's duration that Castiel finds himself taking momentary shelter in the church. He's been here a few times, though not as often as one might assume an angel to come here. He doesn't bother to brush the snow from his hair, just quietly walks alongside the pews. The church has recently seen restoration efforts, and he can practically feel the care put into the project. Fascinating, the hard work and dedication people put into it. Though he supposes, here in this place, it might have more practical reasons related to that hatch, and the strange conditions of their supposed death.
He's carrying his blade in one hand, serious features trained though on the stained glass, on the alter, on the pews. He looks contemplative, maybe. Or perhaps lost. There's a certain tension in the set of his shoulders, in the tightness of his jawline, and something oddly stilted to his movements. The light of his lantern is strangely dim, and he looks tired.
Castiel eels it in the bones of his vessel, how he has strained himself to grant more peaceful rest to the souls Beacon harbours. No regrets. He won't kill himself for most of them, though if some of them happen to have nightmares, he might be lured into draining himself - draining his lantern - a little more.
He knows he's not alone. Whether Bruce enters after him, or has been there the entire time. Castiel doesn't turn towards him, but says: ]
Hello.
➣ Wildcard {On the whispering wind}
[ ooc: Maybe you want to seek Castiel out differently, contact him on the network, or have a different idea for a plot. Feel free to hit me up on plurk or discord to discuss <3 ]
no subject
Bruce frowns. It isn't anger on his face- perhaps it is closer to disappointment. A sense of intrusion. It's the reason his reply is even clarification and not the leveling of an accusation.]
I didn't ask for help.
no subject
[ Castiel says it earnestly, trying to get a read of the situation without just plucking the information from Bruce's mind. That, he knows, is rude, and he has the feeling that this is not the kind of human who would bark displeasure but otherwise overlook the breach of boundaries.
It stands to reason, then, that the proactive aid, however small, might have displeased as well. Castiel is a creature of the most direct path taken. Something breaks, and if he can he fixes it. Threats are eliminated, the wounded are healed.
He's learned, however, that humans are much more complicated than matters of practicality suggest, through much exasperation at the Winchesters' failures to comply with even the seemingly most simple requests at times.
Slowy, Castiel's head tilts again. Bruce is only shorter by an inch or two, and up close can likely tell much more. The way in which Castiel's face only looks impassive from afar or at casual glance. The way his eyes narrow slightly, his lips part, they give much away. The way he looks at Bruce, looks as if he can see far beyond the mask. This close, it's easy to watch him think and come to a realization.
Castiel's eyes flow down, briefly, his lips pressing together lightly. The expression is downright sheepish for a moment.
And perhaps, beneath... guilty. ]
My apologies.
[ He levels his gaze on Bruce directly again. Painfully sincere. He might not be good with humans... but Castiel likes them enough to attempt to learn and course correct, unless he can no longer afford the luxury of caring. ]
no subject
Pain is part of the human experience.]
Our actions have consequences. If we're protected or saved from them, we aren't allowed to grow. To make more informed decisions in the future, [A beat-] or even more informed mistakes.
[The man's gaze lowers and Bruce doesn't close the distance or look away for it. It's meaningful, to know that his interference comes from a place of sincerity. And it isn't so different from Alfred, who, like a father and mother- wanted desperately to protect him. Even if it meant protecting him from himself.]
It's true that not everyone is very good at asking for help when they need it. Not everyone has a place, or people, who teach them that they can. But what happens to the person you help when it costs too much? When they see that they're the reason you suffer in turn, or the reason your light goes out?
That isn't a burden that will ever go away. Even if you return, experiences like that-
leave a scar.