[ while it isn't typical of how castiel spends his time here, it's quaint, strolling arm in arm with an old friend through the festivities brightening the nocwich streets, filling her in on developments in their post-mortem lives here. a repreive from the creeping, haunting fog obscuring the minds of the summoned. nothing lasts forever, and it's rowena's nightmares that slink past the buffer of holiday cheer first.
a quick scan of the surroundings doesn't supply any concrete evidence of his brother lurking about, but cas winces, unsure if anyone's broken the news to her yet. ]
This, um. May be a bad time to tell you. But Lucifer is, actually, in Thorne. [ though he hasn't punched through many chests of late. regardless, cas reassuringly tucks her arm back into his, keeping her close and hopefully with some sense of guarded. ] But with a significant decrease of power.
[ cas wouldn't call him a wet noodle, exactly, but they've had a bizarre, not exactly peace, but more begrudging non-violence? a small handful of occasions he and his brothers borderline got along, or in one instance involving hallucinogenic bugs and struggles with self-acceptance and love lives that neither of them are willing to acknowledge - something dangerously akin to bonding. but cas doubts that'll help Rowena feel any more safe. ]
Strangely enough, he's in a long term relationship with a decent person of respectible moral character.
[ how istredd managed it, cas cannot, and does not wish to, fathom, but here we are. in this fucking weird reality. (and once again, cas spills all the angel tea unprompted - this is the way).]
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a quick scan of the surroundings doesn't supply any concrete evidence of his brother lurking about, but cas winces, unsure if anyone's broken the news to her yet. ]
This, um. May be a bad time to tell you. But Lucifer is, actually, in Thorne. [ though he hasn't punched through many chests of late. regardless, cas reassuringly tucks her arm back into his, keeping her close and hopefully with some sense of guarded. ] But with a significant decrease of power.
[ cas wouldn't call him a wet noodle, exactly, but they've had a bizarre, not exactly peace, but more begrudging non-violence? a small handful of occasions he and his brothers borderline got along, or in one instance involving hallucinogenic bugs and struggles with self-acceptance and love lives that neither of them are willing to acknowledge - something dangerously akin to bonding. but cas doubts that'll help Rowena feel any more safe. ]
Strangely enough, he's in a long term relationship with a decent person of respectible moral character.
[ how istredd managed it, cas cannot, and does not wish to, fathom, but here we are. in this fucking weird reality. (and once again, cas spills all the angel tea unprompted - this is the way).]