Dust in the Wind

Winter was a sad time for the dark Archer. As much as he tried not to think about what had happened he often couldn't keep his mind from wandering to the past and the events that occurred not so long ago. Fall was upon them once again which meant that winter would be soon to follow. He couldn't help worrying what might happen. Whether they were in some new place or back at the Dell didn't matter, his worries were still there.

Ramiel had never let on what he'd been through the previous winter. What he'd done in his absence from Judas. It seemed his brother had been having his own fun. Instead, he kept up a facade that nothing life changing had happened during their time apart.

It was time that the dark Archer took a few minutes to let his facade down. It was tiring pretending all the time. He'd only just returned to the Dell when they'd had to go back out chasing after Scully, Avella, and Clouse though he couldn't really blame them for their escape.

His dark figure stepped out onto the mostly flat expanse before him. He hadn't gone far from his companions but he needed a moment to let his mind wander. His muzzle raised to the air and his chest heaved with the deep breath he took. "Wish you were here," he whispered to the wind.