“ buy a map.”
she wasn’t in the mood to be helpful,
the only time she did feel philanthropic
was when she donned a suit and it was
required of her, but without the fallacy of
a superhero she regarded most things
as nuisances; fleeting faces to an immortal
who couldn’t possibly archive them all.” what you lookin’ fer? “
“A map?” No doubt something the angel has heard of, yet
such a suggestion fails to help him in this particular scenario
– Castiel knows exactly where he is, no map will aid him; what
he needs is guidance and there’s nothing to be found on any map
for him. A low exhale follows and both hands are shoved deep
into worn pockets of the battered trench coat draped over his
contained form. “——– Purpose. I am unsure what to
do, now.” Spoken as if she’s filled in on the whole missing God
dilemma, the seraph forgets he’s in the presence of a human, not
one of his siblings.
” starin’ problem? ”
it wasn’t so much that he was looking in
her direction, logan was used to lingering
glances, but his gaze was uncomfortable
in the way that he seemed to be looking
through her; within her.it wasn’t a place that she wanted to shed light to.
“I am… lost—-” As if an angel could really be lost, but with God having
forsaken him and being cut off from heaven the statement is very close to the
truth. Aged well beyond the vessel he currently inhabited, Castiel is adept at
reading others, even without being tethered to the full power available to a son
of the Lord. Tired eyes wash over the woman, her defensive posture and the
aggressive attitude – it’s easy for him to see deep into the windows of her soul,
without effort even. “My apologies. I did not mean to upset you.”
