[ he repeats, leaning back with a lofted brow. julia likely knows well enough now what castiel's stance on considering themselves divine, or anything with the right to manipulate, guide, or judge the humans. who are any of them to tell another being what's right and wrong? when they're all so broken themselves.
all the ages have done is grant them power, not mended their minds and spirits. he doesn't need to revisit the same old tirade to remind her, so he leaves it at that. he'd rather bask in the sweet shiver the touch to his wings brings, letting a relaxing sigh fall into a soft hum. he trails fingers through her hair, gently carding the strands. ]
They call on you because you help them. If you stopped helping, they'd stop calling. Perhaps they'd even learn how to live on their own merits.
[ or they'd go praying to the next summoned willing to accept worship for super-powered favors. he isn't so foolish as to think all of them might stop one day, and let the mortals figure their world out on their own, as they should. but he's found peace here, disconnected from it all. he wishes those he cared for could find the same. ]
If you're sick, why keep going back?
[ Julia knows she could stay here. Anyone willing to leave the deification at the tree line is welcome in his forest, but it's so sweet a siren call to the summoned. they always end up going back, like it's them who need the mortals more than the echoes would have one believe. ]
no subject
[ he repeats, leaning back with a lofted brow. julia likely knows well enough now what castiel's stance on considering themselves divine, or anything with the right to manipulate, guide, or judge the humans. who are any of them to tell another being what's right and wrong? when they're all so broken themselves.
all the ages have done is grant them power, not mended their minds and spirits. he doesn't need to revisit the same old tirade to remind her, so he leaves it at that. he'd rather bask in the sweet shiver the touch to his wings brings, letting a relaxing sigh fall into a soft hum. he trails fingers through her hair, gently carding the strands. ]
They call on you because you help them. If you stopped helping, they'd stop calling. Perhaps they'd even learn how to live on their own merits.
[ or they'd go praying to the next summoned willing to accept worship for super-powered favors. he isn't so foolish as to think all of them might stop one day, and let the mortals figure their world out on their own, as they should. but he's found peace here, disconnected from it all. he wishes those he cared for could find the same. ]
If you're sick, why keep going back?
[ Julia knows she could stay here. Anyone willing to leave the deification at the tree line is welcome in his forest, but it's so sweet a siren call to the summoned. they always end up going back, like it's them who need the mortals more than the echoes would have one believe. ]