{ he's read thousands of books, more than anyone can attest to in a singular human lifetime. all he did was spend a solid few decades at a time with a book in his hand, always trying to figure out if he can understand between pages beyond what was his life. louis, the sufferer, always trying to find an understanding he may never get. in the minuscule light of the pit, under the grossness of the fungi hanging around them, he thinks a divine angel might.
or it could be in his head, the succumbing getting into his veins where he'll only drink from to then perpetuate the cycle over and over. the irony of having an angel be the one comfort for a briefness does not escape him. the voices he's hearing, all has left him in a somber realization that he should have attempted to understand paul better. the guilt manifests again, but he pushes it aside. louis turns to castiel and lets the silence speak. sometimes that's all that is needed. when he speaks, it might as well be pulled from him in the gentlest nostalgia he can find. }
'Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.' It's from the Wizard of Oz. The movie came out in 1939. Claudia wanted to see it, even if it was beyond her years. I couldn't resist. We were trying to be a family still. She deserved better. { louis had attempted for her, he knows she deserved more than what he gave her. he might leave castiel with some confusion to the randomness of it, but the phrase resonated then when he was on foreign land and it resonates now being not only in abraxas but in an unknown pit, since louis has too keep moving on. it seems he's still running away when he finds comfort. he left geralt with his boulder soon as the got an inkling that he liked co-existing in silence.
he can't stay. it's a fantasy, he reminds himself, as he did with his artificial cherry blossom tree in dubai. dubai. louis closes his eyes and allows himself to let out an exhaled breath, then a melancholic smile manifests before he opens his eyes and gives castiel a nod as if he might believe he could be alright after all. there's probably dirt on his face, and they look as if they might be hitching a ride on a railroad train - boxcar children, making homes of their own. }
Like I said. You ain't so bad. Yes, we will find a way, Castiel. Merci.
{ the last bit is in french, a thank you, one that sounds as if they can share the sound closest to english in what sounds like he's saying 'mercy'. after all, what was it that lestat mocked him for once long ago in one of their arguments? merciful death. it is what he is. louis rises from his placement on the ground, the numbness to his fangs hurting, but he has a newfound will to resist the hunger. he'll find his way. they have to. castiel reminded him of what he was losing himself to when he stopped him.
he gives the angel one last glance before he makes his way along the lining of the wall, aiming to see if he can capture a small creature. it's easier to keep to the wall where he can touch and know it's real as he allows the dark to swallow him. }
i couldn't not — 🎀
or it could be in his head, the succumbing getting into his veins where he'll only drink from to then perpetuate the cycle over and over. the irony of having an angel be the one comfort for a briefness does not escape him. the voices he's hearing, all has left him in a somber realization that he should have attempted to understand paul better. the guilt manifests again, but he pushes it aside. louis turns to castiel and lets the silence speak. sometimes that's all that is needed. when he speaks, it might as well be pulled from him in the gentlest nostalgia he can find. }
'Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.' It's from the Wizard of Oz. The movie came out in 1939. Claudia wanted to see it, even if it was beyond her years. I couldn't resist. We were trying to be a family still. She deserved better. { louis had attempted for her, he knows she deserved more than what he gave her. he might leave castiel with some confusion to the randomness of it, but the phrase resonated then when he was on foreign land and it resonates now being not only in abraxas but in an unknown pit, since louis has too keep moving on. it seems he's still running away when he finds comfort. he left geralt with his boulder soon as the got an inkling that he liked co-existing in silence.
he can't stay. it's a fantasy, he reminds himself, as he did with his artificial cherry blossom tree in dubai. dubai. louis closes his eyes and allows himself to let out an exhaled breath, then a melancholic smile manifests before he opens his eyes and gives castiel a nod as if he might believe he could be alright after all. there's probably dirt on his face, and they look as if they might be hitching a ride on a railroad train - boxcar children, making homes of their own. }
Like I said. You ain't so bad. Yes, we will find a way, Castiel. Merci.
{ the last bit is in french, a thank you, one that sounds as if they can share the sound closest to english in what sounds like he's saying 'mercy'. after all, what was it that lestat mocked him for once long ago in one of their arguments? merciful death. it is what he is. louis rises from his placement on the ground, the numbness to his fangs hurting, but he has a newfound will to resist the hunger. he'll find his way. they have to. castiel reminded him of what he was losing himself to when he stopped him.
he gives the angel one last glance before he makes his way along the lining of the wall, aiming to see if he can capture a small creature. it's easier to keep to the wall where he can touch and know it's real as he allows the dark to swallow him. }