[ castiel's drawn immediately to the gardens. Traces and whispers of his brother's touch, his grace, lingers on the stems, the roots, within the soil. Lucifer tends to these gardens, he knows, but his own fascination with nature and the cultivation of it calls him here. Something about assisting in the creation of the Earth leaves a mark. an awestruck reverence for an ecosystem's natural cycle. bloom, propagate, decay, seed, carry on. Lucifer, of course, had a much more impactful role in building their world, their eden, and part of Castiel is curious to see what that side of his brother looks like.
He only truly came to know Lucifer after the damage was done, after he became... whatever he is now. part of him wants to believe there was once something good, something pure, underneath all that became twisted and bitter in Lucifer. the other knows better than to hope. If he is looking to spy his brother in the midst of botanical care, he's not wishing to be caught doing it.
whether or not that spark of natural peace still exists inside him, the gardens are, in a word, magnificent. castiel's fingertips brush across leaves and petals as he explores, eyes drinking in the brilliant, vibrant colors, inhaling the clean, earth-scented air. it's easy to forget the war and political to-and-fro beyond this space. such mercurial and impermanent things in the face of a lifecycle as old as this planet's advent.
Don't touch your brother's toys, something in the back of his head whispers, but castiel can't help the urge to sink in and become a part of it all. he finds a secluded, silent, sequestered alcove between the lush vegetation, and settles himself down, laid back to against the earth, and simply breathes. A moment of serene peace. try not to trip over his feet. ]
OPEN | Thorne: Gardens
He only truly came to know Lucifer after the damage was done, after he became... whatever he is now. part of him wants to believe there was once something good, something pure, underneath all that became twisted and bitter in Lucifer. the other knows better than to hope. If he is looking to spy his brother in the midst of botanical care, he's not wishing to be caught doing it.
whether or not that spark of natural peace still exists inside him, the gardens are, in a word, magnificent. castiel's fingertips brush across leaves and petals as he explores, eyes drinking in the brilliant, vibrant colors, inhaling the clean, earth-scented air. it's easy to forget the war and political to-and-fro beyond this space. such mercurial and impermanent things in the face of a lifecycle as old as this planet's advent.
Don't touch your brother's toys, something in the back of his head whispers, but castiel can't help the urge to sink in and become a part of it all. he finds a secluded, silent, sequestered alcove between the lush vegetation, and settles himself down, laid back to against the earth, and simply breathes. A moment of serene peace. try not to trip over his feet. ]