mandalus :: the city of fates.

[The video turns on by accident, while Castiel is sitting on his bench. It has been some time since he has been able to enjoy his park, and he is doing so now. Well, for the most part. The angel's nose is running and he's doing nothing about it. His eyes are red rimmed, and his skin alternates between pale, flushed, and clammy. He seems to be ignoring all this though, to stare out at the pale expanse of snow across the grass.]

So beautiful, in all this blood.

[Is all the angel murmurs.]