[ Castiel's crawling inside his vessel, squirming to get free of the sickening sensation of bones cracking and twisting to merge with the others around him. eventually, as nero shuts his eyes, cas follows suit, letting out a haunting sound between a scream, a roar, and shrill, high-pitched tone sharp enough to shatter glass.
Then, it's over.
his eyes open to the rocky ceiling of the cavern, the cool floor at his back, lungs heaving for air as his vision whips to nero. yep, all contained within his own person (for the most part, blood an exception), no disgusting flesh links between them. ] Are you alright?
[ the native was not so lucky. he is most definitely not alright, nor will he be.
stunned silence takes him, and not a single explanation that sounds like anything but grasping for sanity comes to him. what in the actual entire fuck just happened here? cas blinks hard, like it might clear the reality of the disfigured native from his vision. no part of this makes sense, and he can't fathom what the point even was, if the ritual failed or was a success.
the acolytes are no where to be seen. it's high time to compartmentalize this and get the hell out of dodge. ]
We need to go, now. Can you walk?
[ cas realizes he's stating the obvious, but if he didn't looked freaked out enough before for Nero, he certainly is now, eyes wide and wild. even if the thorns take half the skin on his wrist with it, he's getting out of these vines before those mages come back and try this sick spell on them again. the spike binding rakes over his arms and the backs of his hands, but he's gradually making his way out of them. ]
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Then, it's over.
his eyes open to the rocky ceiling of the cavern, the cool floor at his back, lungs heaving for air as his vision whips to nero. yep, all contained within his own person (for the most part, blood an exception), no disgusting flesh links between them. ] Are you alright?
[ the native was not so lucky. he is most definitely not alright, nor will he be.
stunned silence takes him, and not a single explanation that sounds like anything but grasping for sanity comes to him. what in the actual entire fuck just happened here? cas blinks hard, like it might clear the reality of the disfigured native from his vision. no part of this makes sense, and he can't fathom what the point even was, if the ritual failed or was a success.
the acolytes are no where to be seen. it's high time to compartmentalize this and get the hell out of dodge. ]
We need to go, now. Can you walk?
[ cas realizes he's stating the obvious, but if he didn't looked freaked out enough before for Nero, he certainly is now, eyes wide and wild. even if the thorns take half the skin on his wrist with it, he's getting out of these vines before those mages come back and try this sick spell on them again. the spike binding rakes over his arms and the backs of his hands, but he's gradually making his way out of them. ]