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[falteringly]

SEC » 026 » 166 “You... look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair.” ( vιdeo | aυdιo | тeхт | acтιon )

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[falteringly]

[ The words aren't nearly as startling as the touch, and somehow, it's different from Seraphim reaching out to him, different in a way that he cannot describe. Castiel still doesn't brave looking up. He can't. ]

I will. [ His voice is soft, full of fear but struggling to reach that promise. ] Whatever you ask of me-- I'll do it.

[majestyofthethrone]

You know what you need to do.

[There is a pause, and then the pressure of God is gone, and Seraphim is sitting, suddenly, like her legs don't support her. Her eyes are normal again, except that one is bloodshot, and she claps her hand over it.

It hurts.]

[falteringly]

[ He knows, but he can't do it right away. Not now, not with everything running through him and distorting all that he is.

Castiel looks up then, the air not so stifling and Seraphim's presence a strange balm on the pressure in his chest. He says nothing as he reaches out to her, palm hovering until he touches his fingers just over the hand covering her eye. His ability to heal has not been right since he'd saved Sam, but this-- He could do this. He can force himself, and he does, his grace eager to be put to work.

When it's done, he simply pulls away and looks at her one last time before there's a flutter of wings, and he leaves her there alone. ]