Re: Things Are Gonna Get Weird
"Brianna," Cas informed Captain Britain, the man-turned-weight-bearing pillar. "Or Baroness Brianna Braddock, as the peasants she crushed beneath her boot heel knew her." A rather rye smile appeared on Jack's face, though his body still remained limp in Brian's grip. "No... there were no peasants." He admitted, then leaned his head back into Brian's chest. "A near match with your Betsy, only less made up, and with your eyes. Very much your eyes." Jack's hands rose some that he might attach his fingers to Brian's forearms. "In all my travels, Sir Braddock, your soul is the most... like hers. It's what makes you unbearable." The power suddenly returned to his legs and he stood of his own accord. "When we met, I was the low one. Drifting aimlessly through the multiverse. Her compassion brought me back and her... joy turned me into something worth having." He could have waxed poetic about all of her qualities for the rest of the evening. But Brian didn't need to hear them, many of them they shared. "They were four. The last time I saw them." Cas spoke of his children, which caused fresh tears to form in the corners of his eyes. "Beautiful, and motherhood looked great on you." He said with a chuckle. "I don't mean to be cruel, but I don't imagine I'll ever see them again. I'll never watch them grow... I'll never get to see my wife dance like no one is watching." In other words, poorly. But he loved it.