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thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage,

"This code speak is getting a little confusing," Selina mused, and was about to open her mouth to speak when he removed the sword from his sleeve. She jumped a little, but was learning not to be surprised by this man. She took the sword in her hands. It was almost unnaturally light - and beautiful. She didn't think she had ever seen such a material.

"It's lovely," she murmured sincerely. She glanced back up to find there were cool fingers on her forehead. There was a brief moment of confusion, and suddenly, as if she had been thrown into a pool, she was overwhelmed with images. A bookstore - small, and cramped. A dark staircase leading downwards. Flashes of symbols she didn't understand. A gleaming sword, lit by no source she could see, twinkling gently. Books crammed around it. A window - the weak point of the building. More symbols. Light.

As he removed his fingers, she felt as if she needed to catch her breath, but was also overcome by a sudden sense of calm. She stared hard at Castiel for several moments, putting the pieces of this very unusual morning together.

"You're really an angel," she finally realized.