open | january catch all

[unwings]

Who: Castiel
When: January
Where: Thorne, mostly, maybe the Horizon too
What: catch all + cas's adventures in thorne
Warnings: none currently

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OPEN | Thorne: Gardens

[unwings]

[ 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. ]

[thedevilwhorose]

[Castiel finds himself, eventually, in a staring contest with a long-haired calico cat. Her annoyance is grand. He is an unknown that does not belong here, but she has judged his stature and she can't sink her claws into him in any way that will leave a lasting impact. A feat for another time, that needs more thought, more planning.

For now, her tail flicks with an annoyed air about her, the staring contest put to the wayside.

Unfortunately in her wake, Castiel finds Lucifer, standing like he for all the world belongs here, the vegetation swimming up around him like Castiel trying to hide away into it.

Of course Lucifer would find him.

Both other yet familiar and the mixed feelings Lucifer has for Heaven's Most #2 Hated Angel has gotten lattices of complications laid out over him that the devil doesn't so much know what to do with him but...

But Lucifer has lost so many constants from Thorne in such a short time that he has his best vessel as his only support and...

He'll verbally drag Castiel through the muck while Castiel remains an unprecedented reprieve.

What the Actual Hell.]

[unwings]

[ the calico cat is a worthy staring opponent, and while she remains, castiel's content to stare back, tilting his head to one side, and five minutes later, to the other, as if waiting for telepathic communication to kick in.

when lucifer appears, the state of things continue much the same for the first several moments, castiel swapping the focus of fixation to his brother.

any moment, they'll descend into snipes and bickering and the same old patterns of familiar resentment. he doesn't need to explain to lucifer why he's here, certain he's brother's already heard about the portal mishaps.

well aware istredd, kyle and several others lucifer's balanced some level of stability on have been spirited away, castiel supposes he'll let him kick off this batch of snideness. he can practically sense the anxiety and frustration rolling off him. cas offers something relatively nuetral from where he remains relaxing in the vegetation. ]

Friend of yours?

[ the cat. there's certainly some resemblance between personalities. ]

Re: OPEN | Thorne: Gardens

[inferiority_complex]

Chris preferred to do this thinking and meditation on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. But since that was decidedly lacking in their current environment, the gardens were going to have to do. He was walking instead of sitting, trading a walking meditation for brooding over the top of San Francisco.

In a way, don't touch your brother's toys poked at Chris too. But at least here, he was away from Wyatt. As much as anyone could be away from their all powerful psycho brother bent on imposing his own world order. Chris couldn't even save him as a toddler. Or kill him. And now he'd never know what Wyatt might have been, if he hadn't been traumatized at the hands of heaven. Then again, Chris was also dead. So, maybe he should just stop worrying about it.

So, without looking where he was going, Chris just walked into Castiel. That's what happens when you try and meditate with your eyes open and don't pay attention.]

Sorry. I guess I should look where I'm going.