:: wax on, wax off :: (![]() ![]() @ 2010-04-23 02:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, god |
WHO: God and Castiel
WHAT: Castiel wants to speak to his Father. God, of course, has no objections.
WHEN: Around sunset
WHERE: At the lake to start with.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
A light breeze wafted across the calm waters of the lake. In the distance, birds chirped merrily and the sounds of small animals scurrying about could be heard if one listened closely enough. The skies were painted various shades of red, pink, and orange, with the clouds offering a slight backdrop that gave the whole setting an ethereal effect. God watched as the sun continued its slow descent below the horizon with a soft smile on her face.
Sitting in the grass with her legs straight out in front of her and her dress pooled around her, she was certainly a sight to behold. A small, slip of a woman in a shining skirt and flip-flops that revealed painted toes. Her hands were resting in her lap as she simply observed the sunset. She was well aware of everything going on around her, of course. Aware of the young couple just across the lake who were trying to decide how to tell one another how they truly felt. Aware of the squirrel that, for the last ten minutes, had been sitting at her side gnawing on an acorn that she'd given to it. She was aware of everything and yet, for this brief moment in time, she was doing absolutely nothing.
And she loved it.
Oh, she knew she couldn't keep doing nothing. Her children needed her. Yes, she might consider this a vacation of sorts but she knew that really wasn't the case. Her work was not something capable of being put on hold nor was it something that could be ignored for very long. Yet almost every day since her decision to come to Colligo, God had come to the lake and watched the sunset. It was one of the few moments that was simply for her. A chance for her to reflect on nothing, think about nothing, do nothing. Then, the sun would go down and she would get back to watching over and offering guidance to those who needed it.
This time, however, she knew would be different. Castiel wished to see her, wished to discuss some things with her, and she knew this was where he was going to find her. Still sitting in the grass with her dark hair blowing softly in the breeze, a squirrel still gnawing merrily on an acorn by her side, and a serene smile upon her face.