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Characters: Elijah (Castiel) and Meg
Fandom: Supernatural AU
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 326
Prompt: #12 - Explain
He sat in the darkness, his thumbs twining around and around. A shadow now of a former angel, that he didn’t even recall. Sigh he lifted the covers back, moving slowly to get out of bed, he didn’t want to wake his wife.
Not sure where to go, the house always seemed to creak with each step, he settled in the bathroom, looking his reflection in the mirror, “Who am I?” he asked softly, his finger skirting over his face.
In the doorway there lingered a dark shadow, he titled his head up in the mirror to see the most hideous thing in the world, but a small smile greeted it. “I didn’t wake you did I?” he asked softly.
“No,” it replied, shifting to lean against the door, “I wasn’t sleeping like you weren’t. Do you need something, how about a drink?” Knowing not to offer food, he rarely ate.
“I read on the internet that warm milk is suppose to sooth a body,” he turned to face it, frowning, then blinking his eyes in hope that the shape will form into something else.
Stepping closer, a hand reached out to touch his face, “We’ve went over this before and I have explained how you’re not like other people.”
“I know, I know, but I’d like to try, please…” his hand touch the hand of the monster, offering a small pleasing look.
With a nod of it head and a mutter of “Fine,” it pulled away and turned, leaving the bathroom.
“Meg?” he called out as he started to follow her, watching the blackness seem to float down the hall.
When he called out, she stopped, turning to look at him, “Yes, Cla…Elijah?” she asked back, giving him her full attention.
“How about some water instead?” he asked, leery of having the milk now.
She nodded her head, her voice was thin, thick of aloofness “Go back to bed, I’ll bring it to you.”
Fandom: Supernatural AU
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 326
Prompt: #12 - Explain
He sat in the darkness, his thumbs twining around and around. A shadow now of a former angel, that he didn’t even recall. Sigh he lifted the covers back, moving slowly to get out of bed, he didn’t want to wake his wife.
Not sure where to go, the house always seemed to creak with each step, he settled in the bathroom, looking his reflection in the mirror, “Who am I?” he asked softly, his finger skirting over his face.
In the doorway there lingered a dark shadow, he titled his head up in the mirror to see the most hideous thing in the world, but a small smile greeted it. “I didn’t wake you did I?” he asked softly.
“No,” it replied, shifting to lean against the door, “I wasn’t sleeping like you weren’t. Do you need something, how about a drink?” Knowing not to offer food, he rarely ate.
“I read on the internet that warm milk is suppose to sooth a body,” he turned to face it, frowning, then blinking his eyes in hope that the shape will form into something else.
Stepping closer, a hand reached out to touch his face, “We’ve went over this before and I have explained how you’re not like other people.”
“I know, I know, but I’d like to try, please…” his hand touch the hand of the monster, offering a small pleasing look.
With a nod of it head and a mutter of “Fine,” it pulled away and turned, leaving the bathroom.
“Meg?” he called out as he started to follow her, watching the blackness seem to float down the hall.
When he called out, she stopped, turning to look at him, “Yes, Cla…Elijah?” she asked back, giving him her full attention.
“How about some water instead?” he asked, leery of having the milk now.
She nodded her head, her voice was thin, thick of aloofness “Go back to bed, I’ll bring it to you.”