angelofsilence (angelofsilence) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-10-09 23:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, duma |
Who: Duma and Castiel
What: Duma is sensed and Castiel needs to know.
When: Monday, October 9th, late
Where: Wandering Brightford
Rating/Warning: Low to None
Status: Closed and in progress
Duma felt strange like he was floating. There was a weight that had been lifted from his shoulders and yet something sitting just out of his peripheral waiting for him. The key to Hell felt warm as it rested against his chest and he touched the Damned metal it was wrought from. Perhaps... Yes, he took a moment to hide it under the collar of his shirt - a shirt that had been provided to him by the lovely welcoming people. Much had been given to him but much else would have to be earned. Still, that was not what he was interested in.
Two things were new for him. One was the sensation of hiding his wings from prying eyes. He had never actually had to hide his angelic presence before, having never really spent time with the mortals. The second was... well, the mortals. Usually, when they crossed his path, they were dead and entering Hell for an 'eternity' of torment. Duma settled on a bench outside of a building that he did not know what it was and waited. He could feel who he was waiting for getting ever closer. They were similar but not the same, with a hint of... something else? He wasn't sure. Duma gripped the key through his shirt. He hoped there would not be a fight. He turned his gaze to the sky and smiled slightly to himself. How long had it been since he'd seen stars?