Still can't sleep so I wrote another one. WARNING: You may burst into flames from the perfection of Castiel
There he was. In the corner of the room. Head tilted, eyes aflame, lips parted.
She wondered at his perfection; at his gallantry. Appeared so fast and left so quick.
Yet the entire dynamics of her world had come apart, drifted, broke into even smaller parts. Some were completely destroyed and others had gone through a metamorphosis and when they rejoined they were not as quite fitting as they used to be and that's when she knew. Everything she knew was gone in that instant. Everything she didn't know had been revealed and the truth of it burned her eyes out their sockets. Yes, she knew.
She knew her place in this world. She knew of the glimmer of angelic prayer, that had appeared so suddenly, place in this world. She knew his name.
Castiel, it fell from her lips like drops of dew onto the bed of grass.
Castiel, it slid down the blade of grass onto the swarm of ants.
Castiel, it was carried by the ant into its dungeon; its rainbow of light forever dimmed.
Yes, oh god, Castiel.
That bright flame. That light bulb of optimism. That torch of genuineness. Gone in an instant.
In an instant. That fleeting moment she fell away from the corners of sanity she had forever held onto. She let the madness take to her like a second skin. Castiel, she screamed to the heavens. To set sight on that perfection. She would die. Die happily and content.
Right there on the floorboards of where she knelt.
Never wishing for anything more than a glimpse of that sweet face. Strike her down if she wanted anything more.
More.
More like to stroke his face. More like to memorize the ridge between his eyes. More like to smooth away the deep crinkles on his forehead. More like to straighten that never damn straightened tie. More like to kiss those cherry pink lips.
The blasphemy!
She should die here, now. But she didn't know how to stop it. Stop that chaotic feeling that coursed through her veins. The sin that crept on her and stole her breath. She suffocated and like that she could see. Glory, glory how she could see. "Once blind but now I see…", the voice sang.
A familiar voice…
There in the corner of the room. Head tilted, eyes aflame, lips parted.
She felt her grip on the real slip and she didn't care. Not one bit.
And on continued the cycle of sweet torturous hell.
Do you feel that way every time you look at Cas? I do.
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