(open) ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙʟɪɴᴅ

[unwings]

WHO: Castiel
WHAT: catch-all, open and closed starters
WHEN: november-december
WHERE: cadens, nocwich, horizon
WARNING: nothing yet

ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛʀᴜɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ
sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴏғ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs
ᴄᴇʀᴇʙʀᴀʟ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇsᴛ
ᴀʟʟ ʜᴏʟʟᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

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[gynvael]

[ Geralt gives a noncommittal shrug. Perhaps that says enough. The simple answer is yes; the real answer is that he lives amongst the humans, and cares for a not insignificant number of them. The real answer is everyone, everything, on the Continent carries a cruel streak that gleams especially sharp when fear grips them. He did not exactly find compassion waiting on the Witchers' frosty doorsteps when he first arrived. It took a long time for Kaer Morhen to become associated with warmth and home.

It's a waste of time to stay angry over common facets of the world.

He's more interested in Castiel's description of his first meeting with Dean. Can imagine that well. ]

Lucky you've a sturdy heart. [ In more ways than one.

Geralt swirls a finger in the water. Nods. He's received a vague telling of that, though not the particulars. The end of days, prophecies. Concepts with which he's grown intimately familiar.

The regret in Castiel's voice catches his attention. He's learned enough between the angel and Lucifer and Dean, he thinks, to venture a guess as to what transpired: ] You left your realm for his.

[unwings]

[ it's interesting, framed that way. he did abandon all he knew for dean's world, even if the decision hadn't quit been so streamlined. ]

I suppose so, yes.

[ his intention wasn't to leave heaven, it was more of the consequence for going against raphael and the great plan. ] Siding with Dean, meant betraying Heaven. I'd thought releasing the angels from our father's plan, giving them the free will to self-determine, would...

[ would what, enlighten them? show them a better way? bring harmony on heaven and earth? he'd been so naïve, about so many thing. cas sighs, moving on to abandon that train of thought. ]

After a few faction wars and several very poor decisions made on my part, suffice to say, I'm no longer welcome there. [ except if needed for angel reprogramming, apparently, but that's a horror story for another bath time. ]

But in all that time, following Dean has been... I've seen so much, learned and changed so much. He may not always be righteous or correct, but his heart's always in the right place. Since routing that first apocalypse, there's never been a moment I found him undeserving.

I wouldn't trade it.

[gynvael]

[ In retrospect, Geralt did not anticipate I started several wars amongst my kind and was exiled from their world to be something he learned about Castiel while soaking in the hot springs, but it's—

Something. He files the knowledge away, and makes a thoughtful sound. ]

Friendships are often forged in unexpected places.

[ It's no different than he and Jaskier. And righteous men don't exist. Only those who believe they are, and Geralt seldom finds anyone more dangerous than such people. He'd met one here, once. They had not gotten along.

There is more to the story, he's certain—things he does not yet understand about Castiel or the environment he was raised in—but it feels like a tale for another time.

He claps Castiel on the shoulder as he rises from the waters. ] Enjoy the peace and quiet while it's yours.