Between blows, it occurs to you that this is what you had expected, once upon a time. This is what the old you expected out of the old Castiel, back at the barn, back when it was just you and some infernal creature, all howling wind and lightning flash. And wouldn’t that have been easier? Wouldn’t it have been easier if that were all he is - a force of nature, the sea that drowns you, the storm that felled the trees?
There is no malice in the destructiveness of a hurricane. This is all he is now: the storm. His empty eyes, devoid of tenderness, but devoid of cruelty too, and still you can’t shake the habit of love. Is that the word? You’re bleeding at his feet and you’re ready to die. Is that the meaning? Can the lightning love you back? You thought it could. It strikes in the same place more than once and your heart is sore from it.
You’re tired of losing people to themselves.
“Cas-” you say, through the blood in your mouth, through the pain in every bone. And then you tell him the truth.
My love, I am the speed of sound
I left them motherless, fatherless,
souls dangling inside-out from their mouths
but it’s never enough
My love, I’m an owl on the sill in the evening
but morning finds you
still warm and breathing
This tornado loves you. (x)
ÖLESİYE AŞIĞIMGÜLÜŞÜNE ÖLÜRÜM
OHA HARBİ AŞIK OLDUM ABİ YERİM YAA O.O
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