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entranceway2013-03-23 05:43 pm
perceptum) wrote in entranceway2013-03-23 05:43 pm
[001; video/action; open]
[ It's not certain at first whether the video has been switched on intentionally. There isn't any direct addressing of the network. There's just the spinning image of a hallway (the fifth floor, for those of you playing at home) the occasional glimpse of long, brown hair and the unmistakable sound of delighted laughter. It slows down, eventually, comes to a complete stop and the laughter abruptly cuts off. Instead of the walls, the feed shakes and jerks as she turns it around and River's face is visible, peering directly at the little device. ]
Curious name and curious nature. The walls have secrets and she doesn't know what they are.
[ She frowns a moment, then turns to eye a window with a clearly suspicious look. ]
They're hiding something.
[ She stares for a moment or two longer, then starts to skip off down the hallway again. It takes a while for the feed to cut out, in the end it only happens because she decides to sit down outside a door in one swift movement, and drops the little tablet thing in the process. ]
Curious name and curious nature. The walls have secrets and she doesn't know what they are.
[ She frowns a moment, then turns to eye a window with a clearly suspicious look. ]
They're hiding something.
[ She stares for a moment or two longer, then starts to skip off down the hallway again. It takes a while for the feed to cut out, in the end it only happens because she decides to sit down outside a door in one swift movement, and drops the little tablet thing in the process. ]
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The Righteous Man. I would tell his story, always. The story of how two boys, an old drunk and a fallen angel attempt to stop the greatest event to ever be foretold.
[Castiel narrows his eyes in thought, eyes slipping away from River and slightly downwards, unusual for a creature that usually stares into another's soul without shame or hesitation. Maybe his fingers grasp River's hands a little more. Maybe something softens around his eyes and mouth. It's not quite a smile, not quite fondness, but it makes this ancient creature look younger, gives warmth to the terrible force of light and energy that is an angel of the Lord. Castiel has grown too close to the humans in his charge. It's helped him change, and through all the pain and hardship one truth rings through his very being: If anything is worth dying for, it is this.]
It's about a man and his world, and both deserved to be saved.
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The Righteous Man. Deserving of so much yet receiving so little, and yet, and yet still he goes on.
[ She knows this story, the little whisper in the back of her mind feeding the details that she wasn't consciously aware that she knew. She doesn't put two and two together yet though, mostly because she's not trying. She just goes on with her humming, giving his hands a gentle squeeze before swaying them out to the side slightly. ]
The Righteous Man and his companions, the ones with gentle places in his heart that will never be lost, where does the story end? Does he stop the chorus of screams in their heavenly plea?
[ It's only partly to encourage more conversation, and mostly because she genuinely wants to know how the rest goes. She has the little details, flitting in between the spaces of the whole story without giving much substance she can enjoy.
She wants to know how the story ends, and she wants to hear Castiel's song. While waiting for him to continue, she starts off on her humming and slow steps backwards and to the side again, never once letting go of his hands. ]
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I have not reached the end of that story. Dean told me about it. The world is saved. We lose each other. I destroy everything.
[Castiel doesn't sound broken about it, because no matter how much he fears this reality, it is still only a story to him. He can hardly understand his feelings of the present - how can he know what to feel about the future? He won't find his Father, but he will help save the world. They will lose Sam, but Dean will survive. They will split up, but at least for a while, Dean will be happy. There will be war, but... There will be war. And it is his fault.]
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If he has not yet reached the end of the story, then perhaps his Righteous Man hasn't either. She doesn't know much of your world, the angels and demons and fights from Heaven and Hell, protecting the beloved Earth above all else, but she has heard. Some of the words, at least. There may be hope yet.
[ Because that can't be the end of the story, not really. She's barely touched Dean's mind, can't even begin to graze the surface of Castiel's, but somehow, she's sure that it goes on. It can't end there. Castiel may only be telling her a story, but it doesn't sound right<.i> for it to have a sad ending. ]
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[Castiel isn't sure he wishes to. Here, now, he can keep Dean safe. He can choose to always honor everything between them, never to falter no matter what greater good there is. They are in limbo, the Apocalypse is halted for Castiel, and it's never happened for Dean.
Should they ever return home, they will lose one another, because they have been plucked from different corners of time. Castiel will never meet this Dean without betraying him first, and Dean will never meet a Castiel who hasn't failed him.
Limbo... is preferrable, right now.
Castiel will know that he doesn't find his Father, but never be forced to face it. It makes him a coward, and he doesn't even care.]
How would you wish for it to end?
[Castiel can take an educated guess. He will be stuck in Purgatory at least. Alternatively, he will be freed, and he will watch over the Winchesters until they die.
It's a sad story, outside of limbo.]