Just A Ghost At Most
The man breathed out, allowing the mild winter air to caress his coat. His golden eyes were thoughtful as he looked across the plains, thinking of the past and reaching back. But no matter how much he pawed for what was there could only be one direction to move; forward. He thought quietly to himself; was he a walking contradiction of his own morals? One who could be merciful and yet... The grudges he held... The man shook his head, uttering a soft sigh.
He didn’t feel whole anymore. Something had definitely stirred with the youngest litter of his sister being born. He felt lonely in a way he hadn’t before. Did he long for companionship? Maybe to father a litter of his own? Castiel allowed his golden eyes to slowly close. Did he have time for such a thing anymore? Courting was not just something one could do willy nilly. It was something that took time. Suddenly the man felt old, so very old... Like he could fade away at any moment.
Of course that wasn’t the case... But Castiel had discovered something as he sat there alone. He wanted something more. More than Celestial had been able to provide him thus far. Was that selfish? He felt his heart clench at the thought, eyes opening into small slits. He would never betray his family... He wouldn’t leave them... Not again. He swore he’d never leave them again. But... Surely something could be done about this pain in his heart?
"Speak" |