[ so much for one of them remaining cognizant. eyes wide on nero, he follows his gaze past him to the terrified native that had just been trying to get through this alive. prospects aren't looking great for him.
cas can only watch in abject horror, while the vines pierce the native's forearms, skin sinking down over them like wet paint. he panics, jerking and struggling like an animal caught in a trap, spongey growths like mold crawl across his body, and as his flesh seems to melt into the carnage around them, he lets out a blood curdling howl. lesions split open across his arms, and his body contorts unnaturally, until his torso splits wide open, lined with teeth. the mangled pile of flesh, fungus and cartilage hardly resembles anything human anymore. the native collapses, close to Castiel's knee in the dirt, and flesh-vines inch closer, reaching out for the next sacrifice.
well, that's not great. ]
I'm not calm, why would I be calm about this? [ still mostly deadpan, but louder, sharper, with a tad more urgency. sorry, this is just his voice, nero. the angel's doing his best to scoot back and away from the approaching vines, though the only other direction is towards nero. the moldy growths have already started crawling up and down his arms, chest, neck and face.
shoving at each other was a less than stellar plan. their flesh grows gummy and sticky, trying to connect at the shoulders where they hit, and Cas reels back. what didn't originally hurt much becomes a splitting, tearing pain, cracks opening up along his skin, and he feels nauseous, watching his fingers begin to meld together. he drags his feet under him, tries to stand and yank the vines from the earth, but they've started to weave between the two remaining victims. one fleshy, mold dotted growth curls up and up around castiel's leg, merging through his trousers, as it branches off to whip around Nero's knee, bridging them with a nasty length of organic mess. ]
It isn't real, it can't be. [ they must've been drugged with the jellies, cas reasons, it's just a bad trip. a fucking horrible, disgusting, nightmare of a bad trip. it doesn't stop him pulling at the vines like his life depends on it, but he barks out to nero, at least hoping to spare the kid some ounce of the trauma. ] Close your eyes.
cw: gross body-plant merging body horror descriptions
cas can only watch in abject horror, while the vines pierce the native's forearms, skin sinking down over them like wet paint. he panics, jerking and struggling like an animal caught in a trap, spongey growths like mold crawl across his body, and as his flesh seems to melt into the carnage around them, he lets out a blood curdling howl. lesions split open across his arms, and his body contorts unnaturally, until his torso splits wide open, lined with teeth. the mangled pile of flesh, fungus and cartilage hardly resembles anything human anymore. the native collapses, close to Castiel's knee in the dirt, and flesh-vines inch closer, reaching out for the next sacrifice.
well, that's not great. ]
I'm not calm, why would I be calm about this? [ still mostly deadpan, but louder, sharper, with a tad more urgency. sorry, this is just his voice, nero. the angel's doing his best to scoot back and away from the approaching vines, though the only other direction is towards nero. the moldy growths have already started crawling up and down his arms, chest, neck and face.
shoving at each other was a less than stellar plan. their flesh grows gummy and sticky, trying to connect at the shoulders where they hit, and Cas reels back. what didn't originally hurt much becomes a splitting, tearing pain, cracks opening up along his skin, and he feels nauseous, watching his fingers begin to meld together. he drags his feet under him, tries to stand and yank the vines from the earth, but they've started to weave between the two remaining victims. one fleshy, mold dotted growth curls up and up around castiel's leg, merging through his trousers, as it branches off to whip around Nero's knee, bridging them with a nasty length of organic mess. ]
It isn't real, it can't be. [ they must've been drugged with the jellies, cas reasons, it's just a bad trip. a fucking horrible, disgusting, nightmare of a bad trip. it doesn't stop him pulling at the vines like his life depends on it, but he barks out to nero, at least hoping to spare the kid some ounce of the trauma. ] Close your eyes.