Azrael (lasttodie) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-02-12 18:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | azrael, castiel |
Who: Castiel and Azrael
When: Tuesday, 13th of February
Where: Summerbridge, Rosewood Park
What: A chance meeting and a chat
Warnings: TBD but likely only mild swearing from Azrael
The sky was clear and open, the sun shining sharply. Winter's beauty bloomed, hardly noticed on the frosted blades of grass, the bare branches above cold and bare. The crisp fresh biting air turned warm breath visible, mouths often shielded by warm winter scarves.
Even in the cold winter months, it felt nice to get away from the bar. Now that the place was fully staffed, he didn't have to be there all the time. At least in person. He was there partially in spirit. As an Archangel of Death he had gone beyond the point of normal space and time. His presence could be in several places at once, and time was no simple fixed point to him either. It was something ever cycling and ever shifting, with no true present, past or future. He would always be busy working in some way or another, even when it seemed to the normal every day person like he was doing something else entirely. And then there was the added bonus of having something of a Choir once more, lesser Angels to help him. Not that there were many who could aid him in Preya. That was something he was going to need to fix over time. Finding others who would be willing to help him. He hadn't gifted anyone with a power for a long time. There were lost spirits and dreamshades to be freed and Azrael couldn't always manage alone. He hoped that his followers were safe.
Those were concerns for another time though. He had felt the presence of one of his Angelic siblings, and wanted to find them. Now he was certain he had. Spotting a man sat on a nearby bench he stopped to watch a moment. Was he feeding the local wildlife? It certainly looked like it. Most people came to feed the birds, but... was he feeding stray cats? Azrael needed to find out more. Walking over to him, he sat down beside him and leaned back, crossing one of his legs over.
"You're gonna have to name them. And they might need to see a vet. I think that one has an owner..." he said, casually pointing at one cat with a collar round its neck. "Ever thought about running an animal sanctuary? You should"