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adam young is not your typical hellspawn (humanincarnate) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-04-14 02:32:00

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!closed, adam young, castiel

WHO: Adam and Castiel
WHAT: Spending some ~~quality~~ time together.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: Their apartment
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Adam sighed softly and glanced outside. Rain drizzled lightly from the sky, wetting the balcony and trees beyond, making puddles form in the streets below and all but ruining any chance the boy had of being able to play outside for the remainder of the day. For not the first time, he considered just making the weather nicer. It wouldn't be hard. Just tell himself it wasn't really raining and it would stop.

But he had promised himself he wouldn't do things like that. Not unless it was Important, and being able to explore a trail through the woods in the nearby park didn't fall into that category. So he let the rain continue to fall and instead turned his attention to his makeshift prison.

He supposed, as far as jails went, this one wasn't so bad. He still had TV and a couple of new comics. He'd only recently gotten into reading those - a few months after the Almostalypse, in fact. He wasn't hooked, necessarily, but it was definitely a good way to pass the time. Which he supposed was going to be just what he had to do until Aziraphale came back from the bookshop later. Because his only other option, aside from talking to Dog, that is, was to interact with Castiel.

He could do that, he supposed, if he had to. But he had the distinct feeling that he still wasn't liked very much and it made him not want to put forth much effort. However, he also wanted a snack and knew that it was a good time to make any attempt he might be considering. So, with one more glance at the window and a frown at the rain still coming down, Adam got to his feet and trudged from the room.

Finding Castiel in the living room, the boy leaned against the doorway and studied him. Finally, he spoke. "Mind if I get a bite to eat?" He straightened, head tilting a bit to the side. "Way I see it, there's still a couple more hours until Aziraphale's due home and I don't reckon I can wait that long."

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heavenslancer
2010-04-14 08:59 am UTC (link)

Castiel was not overly pleased at having to spend the day alone with Adam. Children were unpredictable and this one doubly so. Castiel was never that enamoured with unpredictable things. he was enjoying the sound of the rain, steady and musical. It wasn't long before his peace was shattered.

The child approached and Castiel tensed however he relaxed when the child made a reasonable request. Castiel had no concept of spoiled appetites, he simply knew humans had to eat. "You may," the angel said stiffly. Then after a pause, "What do you expect to prepare?"

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humanincarnate
2010-04-15 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Adam was halfway out of the room following receiving Castiel's permission, when the second question reached him. The boy paused, stepping halfway into the living room once more and glancing over at the angel who had asked. "I hadn't rightly figured it out yet," he answered honestly, with a shrug of his shoulders.

He did think about it now, though. Odds are, he would just get an apple or some other type of fruit. He certainly wasn't going to try to cook anything. "I'll just see what we've got," he finally decided. Disappearing from the room, his voice carried back in after a few seconds.

"You want something, too?"

It was a polite enough question, asked not because it was the right thing to do as much as Adam was used to asking things like that. His mother would fuss at him, if he had people over and didn't ask them if they were hungry. He was never sure why, but he wasn't going to start questioning it now.

His head appeared in the doorway once more and his gaze landed back on Castiel. "Maybe something to drink? It's about time for tea," he pointed out with a bit of a grin.

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heavenslancer
2010-04-22 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Castiel was all for ignoring the boys invitation to eat. It was something he did rarely, usually only to keep Aziraphale company or when Dean insisted he join him in some pie or burger or other food of little nutritional value. He didn't need it and he found he had no desire to be seen to eat by the boy. To Castiel it seemed a little too much of a human thing to do and Castiel wanted to keep his distance.

But then he had to go and mention tea. It was Aziraphale's fault. He had filled Castiel full of every variety in creation and, worse, Castiel liked it. It was soothing and relaxing and he liked the way it breathed against his nose. He said nothing of this to anyone, not even Aziraphale, but he did move closer to the kitchen door. "If you are making some," he said with practised disinterest.

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humanincarnate
2010-04-22 11:28 pm UTC (link)

Adam's smile was a knowing one, far too old to belong on a face as young as his, as he turned toward the kitchen. "I am," he decided in a matter of fact tone. "It's almost time and I don't see no reason not to make it." Plus, if it would help ease the strain between himself and Castiel, he felt he almost had no choice. It wasn't fair, the two of them not getting on while both were staying with Aziraphale. It put the other angel in an awkward situation that, even at such a young age, Adam knew just wasn't right. The angel didn't deserve to feel awkward in his own home. Nobody deserved that.

Once in the kitchen, Adam busied himself with filling up the kettle with water and gathering everything necessary for a proper tea. He wasn't a fan of the biscuits really - something that tended to surprise most who met him and discovered that fact - but while he waited for the water to begin to boil on the stove he did manage to find some fruit in the refridgerator. There weren't any apples but the banana was still green which was just how Adam liked it so he wasted no time in peeling away the outer layer and taking a bite.

There was a faint growl from the doorway and Adam glanced up, past Castiel, and fixed Dog with a hard look. The canine was standing there, teeth showing slightly, staring directly at the angel. "Bad Dog!" the boy chastised. The animal paused in his low growl and made a faint whining sound while peering up at his Master. Adam appeared rather unimpressed.

"Back to my room," he ordered, raising his free arm and pointing in that general direction. There was another whine but, even as the sound left Dog's throat, he was already turning and all but skulking from the room. Adam shook his head and frowned for a moment longer before turning back to his banana and taking another bite.

"You sure you don't want none?" he offered, waving the fruit about a bit and glancing at Castiel. "It's not so bad. It's not an apple, mind, but it's better than those gross vegetables my Mum tries to make me eat." He made a face at the thought of them. If he ever did decide to change the world around much more than he already had, vegetables he had decided would be the first thing to go.

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heavenslancer
2010-04-23 11:09 am UTC (link)

Castiel had become used to the Hounds behaviour. The only thing that surprised him about it was that it didn't react to Aziraphale in the same way. Castiel wasn't concerned why. He ignored Dog's behaviour, only watched as he followed his master's commands. Once the animals had left Castiel returned his attention to the boy. Even looking at him made him uneasy. The odd thing was the boy had done nothing but behave in a mature and honourable manner. Castiel knew what he was feeling was not right. He simply did not know when it would chance.

He knew it must. He could not let his Father and brother down in that way. He knew he owned more to the boy than he game him. Still, he attended to his fear.

"I do not require sustenance," Castiel said flatly. The he moved across the floor. "I will make the tea. You may rest." He wasn't sure why he did it only that he wished to, only that he knew he needed to make some effort.

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humanincarnate
2010-04-23 02:01 pm UTC (link)

Adam sighed softly and gave a shake of his head. "Right then," he replied. Another bite of his banana and the boy moved to the kitchen table. Sitting down, he chewed thoughtfully and twisted around in the chair so he could watch Castiel. Once he'd swallowed his bite of fruit, he spoke again.

"Don't you think we ought to 'least try to get along, Castiel? The way I see it, it don't seem much fair to Aziraphale, or even Crowley when he gets back, otherwise. Seems to me we should at least find something we can get on about." He paused, drawing in a steadying breath. His eyebrows were knit together and the corners of his mouth were turned down at the edges slightly. Not necessarily a frown but certainly far from a pleased expression. "M'not all bad, y'know," he mumbled.

In that moment, he both looked and sounded like nothing more than the normal eleven-year-old boy that he so desperately wanted to be.

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heavenslancer
2010-04-23 02:38 pm UTC (link)

"I am aware of the situation," Castiel said. had the boy been looking into his thoughts? Could he? "I have already told my Father I will do so. It is... not your fault you are what you are."

He busied himself with the tea that Aziraphale had carefully shown him how to make.

He turned back to Adam, took the tea over to the table, placed a cup and a teapot in front of him. He sat down in the closest chair. He let out a breath. "I- do you wish to... teach me a game?" It was something that children did, wasn't it? Play games.

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humanincarnate
2010-04-23 02:55 pm UTC (link)

Technically speaking, Adam could likely read Castiel's thoughts if he so chose. However he didn't particularly like doing things like that. It felt wrong, somehow, to know what someone else was really thinking and feeling without giving them a chance to voice it themselves. Not to mention, the more he did things like that, the more blurred the line became between what he should and shouldn't do. He didn't particularly want that line all that blurred. It was hard enough walking it without blurriness mucking it all up.

He didn't comment at Castiel's statement that it wasn't his fault. Adam knew it wasn't his fault. He couldn't help how he'd been born, or who his Father was. He couldn't help the things that he could do, either. All he could do was make up his mind not to do them, and try his hardest to keep the world safe from both sides. As that wasn't really an issue at the moment, he didn't see much point in speaking up.

At the angel's request to be taught a game, though, Adam blinked in faint surprise. "A game?" he echoed, frowning thoughtfully as his gaze slid to the angel sitting beside him. "What sort of game?" His head tilted a bit to the side and his brilliant blue eyes searched Castiel's vessel's face. It was a rather intense look that seemed to look right through the human mask that Castiel wore until Adam could see the angel for what he truly was.

"Right," he decided after a second before turning to the tea that had been placed on the table. "How about checkers, then? It shouldn't be too hard and I don't much see you wantin' to play the sorts of games that me and the Them play. That takes loads of imagination and, well, no offense Castiel, but you don't have much of that just yet from what I can see."

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heavenslancer
2010-04-28 12:37 pm UTC (link)

Castiel nodded. He was aware he did not have the imagination for games. He had the skill of visualising, he could predict outcomes, he could construct battle scenarios in the small scale but he couldn’t create an imaginary world or suspend his belief in this one long enough to enter into the places that Adam played on. He was not offended by the child’s accurate assessment.

“How is this game played? Is it a game of strategy?” Aziraphale had been kind enough to teach him chess, a game he liked and had some skill in. Their competitions were usually close and protracted. He had never played checkers or seen it played before. He presumed it was a game for two that required no imaginative play. Difficulty was less of a concern but Adam was a child. He was aware they were generally less technically proficient that adults. He was also aware Adam was no regular child.

He sipped at his tea slowly. He could not deny this was an odd situation. Learning games from the antichrist. He could not deny he was in an odd place. He had come from death to a remarkable, confusing and slightly wonderful, new life. He had two choices. He could cling to what he had been in fear, in hopes of returning to his previous existence (a pull that was slowly fading) or he could accept this curious new chance. He could allow himself things he never had before. These new things he was permitted, encouraged to do. Old structures were shifting, some meaning less than before. He looked at the child and realised he was beginning to find his company less of a chore. He was beginning to look forward to the game. He took another sip of his tea.

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humanincarnate
2010-04-28 01:51 pm UTC (link)

Adam's grin was one of a very typical eleven year old boy who was about to show someone much older than him how to do something. It didn't happen often, you see. In Adam's experience, he was the one always having to learn things while the grown-ups forgot most of the really important things like how to play games and have fun and put aside differences just for the sake of wanting to play games and have fun with more than just your usual group of friends. In his opinion, if more grown-ups remembered what it was like to be a kid, the world would probably be a better place.

But for now, he was content with being grateful that at least one of God's Angels seemed willing to put aside their differences and play. It was both a very small step and also a very large one, and the boy wasn't about to squander it. So with a tip of his head, a checkerboard appeared on the table, the pieces already neatly lined up on each side.

"It's strategy and luck and fun all combined in one," he assured Castiel. Then, with the painstaking patience that most children tended to not have yet Adam possessed in spades, the boy picked up one of his pieces and began to explain the rules of a game that he was pretty sure Castiel would be able to appreciate. When he'd finished explaining, he took a sip of his tea then peered up at the angel.

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heavenslancer
2010-05-02 02:53 pm UTC (link)

Castiel blinked at the newly appeared board. He still wasn't used to the powers this child has. This particular one was not that unusual to angels but he was still reminded of his brother Gabriel. It was a hint of what Adam could do. For a moment Castiel tensed but he kept it to himself. It was not Adam's fault. He was only doing what he was used to.

Castiel took in every word the boy said. He wanted to understand, to play the game properly. He appreciated Adam's patience. He always appreciated those who were patient with him. He was aware he was behind humans in many things and this could lead to impatience. Adam had never shown this to him. The boy explained the rules clearly and Castiel nodded, ready to try the game.

It was his move first and he took it. He would do his best to win but he was not concerned if it did or not. This wasn't really about the game. It was about spending time with Adam at something that was of interest to him and, maybe, seeing the fun in it. He sipped at his tea, still warm in its thin cup, and reached over to move the little plastic chit again. "Do you play chess?" he asked the antichrist.

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