[ castiel has a small shelf of geralt's carvings somewhere in his forest hovel. thought and energy was put into their crafting, leaving a piece of geralt behind in the smoothed wood grain. there's more souvenirs of those he's fond of - on of kyle's knives, trickets from dean or julia or jo. maybe like the little mermaid and her cave of doohickies, not that he remembers watching that with dean in the men of letters bunker lost ages ago. but, there's an exchange of atoms left behind, like fingerprints, and he quietly treasures them.
geralt's story is a tragic one. as silently stalwart and objective is geralt is, he knows there's a heart that aches with what harm he might cause in accidents and simple happenstance. he wouldn't bother saving innocents for coin he doesn't use if there weren't. cas lets the weight of the story sink in, giving the heaviness of the news it's due consideration. perhaps they are consequences. perhaps they're cautionary tales to remind mortals of their limits, or the dangerous outside the safety of their homes, their stations.
in the shared quiet, he imagines it's toll on the witcher, and the practicality in the choice to continue in his work. it's an unwavering dedication geralt carries, whether by personal belief of simple consequence of what he was formed into, but the conflict of right and wrong rarely seems to trouble him in the way castiel fumbles with it. to be so comfortable with a lack of answers and certainty. he admires the nature of him - honest, resolved. ]
There's a truly modest goodness in you, Geralt.
[ it reminds him of dean, not for the first time. the dean in his distant memories, without concern for what his actions make him, so long as he's doing what needs done. protecting what needs protection. an uncomplicated need to serve. cas watches the amber glow of the fire flicker over geralt's features, the calm set of his jaw and steadiness of his hands as they work. what a fascinating soul he is. ]
You are more than your service to the world. [ Maybe it doesn't need to be said. Maybe it's been too long since it was. He says it all the same. ] You’re more than a weapon, or a consequence. You know that, don't you?
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geralt's story is a tragic one. as silently stalwart and objective is geralt is, he knows there's a heart that aches with what harm he might cause in accidents and simple happenstance. he wouldn't bother saving innocents for coin he doesn't use if there weren't. cas lets the weight of the story sink in, giving the heaviness of the news it's due consideration. perhaps they are consequences. perhaps they're cautionary tales to remind mortals of their limits, or the dangerous outside the safety of their homes, their stations.
in the shared quiet, he imagines it's toll on the witcher, and the practicality in the choice to continue in his work. it's an unwavering dedication geralt carries, whether by personal belief of simple consequence of what he was formed into, but the conflict of right and wrong rarely seems to trouble him in the way castiel fumbles with it. to be so comfortable with a lack of answers and certainty. he admires the nature of him - honest, resolved. ]
There's a truly modest goodness in you, Geralt.
[ it reminds him of dean, not for the first time. the dean in his distant memories, without concern for what his actions make him, so long as he's doing what needs done. protecting what needs protection. an uncomplicated need to serve. cas watches the amber glow of the fire flicker over geralt's features, the calm set of his jaw and steadiness of his hands as they work. what a fascinating soul he is. ]
You are more than your service to the world. [ Maybe it doesn't need to be said. Maybe it's been too long since it was. He says it all the same. ] You’re more than a weapon, or a consequence. You know that, don't you?