Aruraliel (blackeyedangel) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-02-28 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~aruraliel, ~hope winchester (rw) |
Who: Rory
Where: Apartment roof
What: brooding
When: Late Saturday, early Sunday
Rating: High just to be safe
Open: Yes
Status: Open unless no one replies and then narrative.
Rory made his way up to the roof of the apartments. Even though it was cold, he wore only a t-shirt and jeans. No jacket, no shoes. The cold didn't really bother him. He wasn't human, after all. He sat down on the edge of the roof, his legs danging off the side of the building and he just stared up at the sky. His eyes weren't really focused on anything in particular. He thought about Max. About how she'd treated him. She was different than most of the people he'd met. She wasn't afraid of him. Yeah, they'd gotten off to a bit of a rocky start, but that happened a lot when it came to Rory. She was never scared, though. And she was there for him when he needed someone. She took care of him, made food for him. She had earned the title of Mom, as well as his respect. If he had to put a label on it, he could say that he did actually love her. He'd let himself get close. Let himself get attached. And now she was gone. It wasn't the first time and he knew it certainly wouldn't be the last, but it still hurt. Especially because he knew how happy Max made Dean. How much his dad loved her. Rory had actually been looking forward to the thought of having brothers and sisters. And then Max got sent back. He'd shut himself down because Dean needed help. He'd felt the most loss, Rory wouldn't deny that. He would be there for his dad, and his sister, and everything else could just wait. Now, though, the waiting was done. He was finally able to just let himself deal with everything. So he sat on the roof, blankly staring at the stars. They didn't need to be bothered. They were both dealing with enough of their own stuff. He could certainly handle a little sadness on his own. Rory closed his eyes and actually let himself feel something. He stopped shutting everything out and let the hurt come over him and tears started to silently roll down his cheeks. "Father, please." He whispered. He never thought in his life that he would find himself praying to the man that had abandoned him, but in that moment he did. Maybe Castiel really could be of some help, maybe not. He wouldn't know until he tried, though. All he needed was for the island to grant him an audience with his father and he really wasn't sure that would happen. |