[Castiel] Thursday's child has far to go. (childofthursday) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-24 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, castiel, wall-e |
Who: Castiel + Wall-e
When: 10/24
Where: The park
What: Quiet friends, catching up
Rating/Warning: Low
Status: Complete
It’d been a while since he’d really gotten a chance to come to this park and enjoy his time here. Sure, he usually showed up every lunch break, but sometimes he was too distracted to really enjoy the view.
But today it was beautiful, and Castiel was enjoying every second of watching the water in the distance and the sun reflecting off of it. In California, it was hardly like a real change of season at all.
Today was one of Wally’s days off. And he was using the time, how? To fully enjoy his Netflix subscription? To perfect the coconut cake recipe that he’d picked out on the internet? No, he was using his time jogging. For fuck’s sake. After the first couple of minutes he’d decided this was probably a bad idea. He wasn’t in terrible shape at all, but he wanted to be better. And then he told himself to tough it out. He had to get back into the habit of jogging more often. Every day?
By the time he reached the park bench, he was huffing and puffing, sweaty and tired. So he plopped down next to a familiar stranger.
Castiel jogged too, and would happily inform the familiar stranger if asked that it was preferable to only jog every other day, because the days off in-between gave the muscles time to recuperate properly.
But he wasn't asked, and so he only looked over, raising his eyebrows slightly in recognition, and then offered a carrot stick in the same way he had when they'd met the first time. It was nice to stick to routine. "Hello."
Wally accepted the carrot stick. “Hello.” He replied. He was still catching up with his breath, though he wasn’t gasping for air. It was a bit nippy out, and the sheen of sweat on his skin made him slightly cool--even though his torso felt like it was on fire from exertion. “...pleasant day.” He added, then chomped on the carrot.
Cas nodded thoughtfully, looking back out at the water and snacking on a carrot, too. “It is,” he agreed, and quite meant it. He was in a particularly good mood this week, and didn’t mind offering a tiny smile in order to say so.
“It’ll be a shame when the weather turns.” Wally said, turning to look up at the sky. He’d never been a big fan of the rain, even though he knew it was a necessary evil.
“I like the rain,” Castiel said, although didn’t sound like he was disagreeing. After all, it was hard to take his lunch break outside when it was too wet for it all. He rolled his shoulders into a half shrug as if to say they couldn’t do much about it either way.
“It’s good for my garden.” Wally agreed. “Just not good for going out.” Then again, maybe he could grab Tiffany and cuddle up on the sofa. His or hers, didn’t matter. Cuddling on the sofa during the rain sounded absolutely perfect. Especially when it was with Tiffany.
Castiel didn’t have a garden but he nodded anyway. The idea of it seemed rather nice, if he had to be honest. Maybe some day.
“How is...everything?” Last time, this man hadn’t been in a very good place.
No, he hadn’t been in a good place. Things had turned around almost completely, though, since that time. Wally was a lot happier. Tiffany was back, and they were having a second go at things.
“Better.” Wally seemed to be thinking about where he’d been in his personal life the last time they bumped into one another. Was it even the same bench? It was the same bench, wasn’t it. “And you?”
It was definitely the same bench. It was Castiel’s favorite bench. His favorite spot. He was here five days a week, weather permitting. He nodded slightly, seemingly pleased at a positive response.
“Good,” he said, finishing off his carrot stick. “I got married.”
Wally turned to look at the other man, both eyebrows raised. “Congratulations.” He said. “I didn’t know you were engaged.” There were a lot of words there. He wasn’t really used to saying so many in a row.
That was okay. Cas could talk a lot if he needed to, but he often just didn’t. He half smiled, rolled his shoulders into a bit of a shrug. “I wasn’t.” A pause. “But thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Wally surveyed the other man for a moment, then turned to look out at the duck pond, wearing a little smile himself. “You look happy.”
“I never realized I was lonely until I found someone to fill the space,” Castiel admitted, sounding a bit thoughtful about it. “I am, I think.” Not that he wasn’t equal parts stressed some days. But he was happier than he used to be.
That was an interesting thought. Wally paused for a moment to think about it. He wasn’t sure what he thought about that, exactly. He knew that he felt some loneliness in his life, but he wasn’t sure if a person would be the right way to fill it. Then again, he wasn’t sure that a person was the wrong way to fill it, either. Or if it was the kind of loneliness that needed to be filled.
“Good. You deserve it.” Wally responded with a nod. He didn’t know specifics about Cas, but he was confident that everyone deserved to be happy.
Cas offered another tiny smile at that, more in his eyes than on his lips and nodded slightly in some form of agreement. Maybe he did deserve it. Maybe. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Wally gave the man a tiny smile to match, then pulled himself up to his feet. “I should finish my run.”
“Yes,” Castiel agreed, standing as well. “And I should be back to work. It was nice seeing you again.” And then, because Castiel wasn’t exactly against showing off on occasion, he was gone in a blink, with only the sound of wings in his wake.
“And you.” Wally said, giving the man a nod and a smile, and then … poof. Wally blinked, thinking it must be some kind of magic trick, then he turned to continue, to finish his jog.