Unus Sanguis (5/20)
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super_seme04AN: It’s about time to brush the dust of off this and finish it, so here I go! The chapters will likely get longer once I get back into the rhythm of this, but I’ll just let it be however it’s going to be.
In the House of Flies
It’s harder to sleep.
She doesn't require sleep, but when the world is still and silent and dark, she can feel it burning through her.
Twining with her grace, not polluting or tainting, just being.
She doesn’t even know what she is anymore, but she knows that she’s doing this so Sam will never have to and that's a damn good reason.
She flexes her fingers and wishes for fire.
Her eyes are dimming. Not blindness, but color.
No earthy tones of spring, just black.
She taps against the lens of her sunglasses restlessly and reaches for her lighter, then remembers where it is and smiles.
She hasn't thought of Castiel for a while. She doesn't need to. He's stronger than the other angels would like to acknowledge.
This week's motel room is as unremarkable as the last.
Ruby sleeps soundlessly and easily despite the fact that she shares her space with an Archangel.
Uriel snorts then walks out into the night barefoot. The press of the gravel against her feet is a muted sensation and it's as if the earth strains up to catch her.
She feels weightless, dizzy, insignificant.
When you can hear, touch, taste, see, feel, smell life itself simultaneously and without say, it ceases to be beautiful.
Humans run across the surface of the earth like vermin and it would be so easy to just step away and set it aflame.
Her fingers twitch then she thinks of Sam and relaxes.
Forhimforhimforhimforhim.
She’s either becoming a martyr or monster, but she feels no fear.
Uriel reaches out across the dark to soothe his restlessness.
He’s sprawled across his bed and his breathing evens out as she cradles his dreams close to her chest.
She can't even chance any stolen moments with Sam because Heaven is watching him more closely than ever. His destiny already makes some of them nervous and now that she's tied to it, they're more frantic than ever.
Ramiel and Raguel are always a half step behind them and Ruby's hex bags work a lot better than Uriel will ever say.
It's cold tonight and Sam's warmth creeps across the air like the sun on the horizon, but for now, all she will allow herself is a shared dream of peace and the memory of slow kisses and tangled limbs in a tacky room.
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In the House of Flies
It’s harder to sleep.
She doesn't require sleep, but when the world is still and silent and dark, she can feel it burning through her.
Twining with her grace, not polluting or tainting, just being.
She doesn’t even know what she is anymore, but she knows that she’s doing this so Sam will never have to and that's a damn good reason.
She flexes her fingers and wishes for fire.
Her eyes are dimming. Not blindness, but color.
No earthy tones of spring, just black.
She taps against the lens of her sunglasses restlessly and reaches for her lighter, then remembers where it is and smiles.
She hasn't thought of Castiel for a while. She doesn't need to. He's stronger than the other angels would like to acknowledge.
This week's motel room is as unremarkable as the last.
Ruby sleeps soundlessly and easily despite the fact that she shares her space with an Archangel.
Uriel snorts then walks out into the night barefoot. The press of the gravel against her feet is a muted sensation and it's as if the earth strains up to catch her.
She feels weightless, dizzy, insignificant.
When you can hear, touch, taste, see, feel, smell life itself simultaneously and without say, it ceases to be beautiful.
Humans run across the surface of the earth like vermin and it would be so easy to just step away and set it aflame.
Her fingers twitch then she thinks of Sam and relaxes.
Forhimforhimforhimforhim.
She’s either becoming a martyr or monster, but she feels no fear.
Uriel reaches out across the dark to soothe his restlessness.
He’s sprawled across his bed and his breathing evens out as she cradles his dreams close to her chest.
She can't even chance any stolen moments with Sam because Heaven is watching him more closely than ever. His destiny already makes some of them nervous and now that she's tied to it, they're more frantic than ever.
Ramiel and Raguel are always a half step behind them and Ruby's hex bags work a lot better than Uriel will ever say.
It's cold tonight and Sam's warmth creeps across the air like the sun on the horizon, but for now, all she will allow herself is a shared dream of peace and the memory of slow kisses and tangled limbs in a tacky room.
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Now playing: Explosions In The Sky - What Do You Go Home To?
via FoxyTunes
