Meg (meganmasters) wrote in oakdelllogs, @ 2013-06-09 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, castiel, meg masters |
Who: Meg and Cas
Where: Around Town
When: Monday afternoon
Summary: Meg can't sit still anymore and sets out to clear her head, but she can't shake the need to check on her Angel.
Warnings: none
Status:: Closed/Complete
Three days. It shouldn't have felt like such a long time, and yet it did. Three days since she'd sent him home with stern warnings about not hurting himself and remembering to eat. She'd hated having him underfoot, and yet hadn't wanted him to leave. She wasn't used to wanting someone around, in her space. She usually preferred miles between herself and others when she could help it. Miles...thick walls...her own barriers. And then he walked in. Something pulled them together, almost like gravity. She couldn't escape it no matter how hard she tried. Three little days, and it might as well have been three years. She'd been disappointed by the limited options available for keeping an eye on him. She'd never put much faith in magic, since it was largely a human creation, but she'd hoped, all the same. No one had come calling since her new safety nets had been put up, so that was something, at least. She'd liked Severus, and she didn't like people easily. She'd felt a sort of understanding from him that she hadn't really expected, and it had been refreshing. Thanks to Dean, she'd expected the locals to turn on her fairly quickly. The fact that they hadn't, that this man in particular, knowing exactly what she was, hadn't...it was oddly comforting. Unable to sit still any longer, Meg pushed herself off her bed. She'd been spending a lot of time in it since he left. The smell of him clung to the pillows and sheets. She'd deny it with the whole of her heart if anyone had caught her at it, but really she'd just been enjoying the idea of being close to him in a way that they were very much not ready for. Her skin crawled when she thought of the night they'd spent together, when she'd slept. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted him close to her, it was that she had felt so ridiculously weak, and he'd been there to see it. She didn't think she could put herself in that position again, no matter how nice the benefits might seem. But staying in bed, daydreaming, wasn't exactly a decent use of her time. She ran her fingers through her hair, slid on a pair of sandals, and walked outside. She wasn't going to check on him. That was not what she was going to do. And yet her feet turned towards his home anyway. Several times she made abrupt, purposeful turns, heading for one location or another. But always, after a block or so, she'd turn and resume her course towards him. Gravity always won in the end. She was helpless against it. |