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Post by Castiel on May 19, 2009 7:51:20 GMT -5
Castiel couldn't help but feel a bit silly, entering a church.
Perhaps this seemed unnatural for an angel, you'd think he would feel right at home in the house of his Father. He did... or at least used to... in what humans might refer to as 'the olden days'.
There wasn't anything very angelic about him now. Castiel looked like a man... a very sad man at that.
In spite of his acts, the angel longed for God's presence. He couldn't help it, he was created to do so.
While he did feel as if he was entering the house of his Father, it was not home. Everything about the cathedral felt so... empty. The angel felt like a warrior returning home only to find his family slaughtered.
How long had it been since he'd received revelation?
Human timespans often felt short to him, but this was torturously long.
Could it be true that his Father was truly no longer there?
((Open to anyone who feels like it))
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 23, 2012 11:56:14 GMT -5
((Here, have a wanna-be valkyrie))
Margrethe had been bereft without Christine. With no Lady to follow, she felt without a sense of direction. Christine's purpose had been so strong and burned so brightly that it blazed as though it came from the sun. But without such surety, without the quest, Margrethe felt lost, as well as saddened that her Lady was missing.
She'd sought solace in prayer, but wanted something more than simply kneeling in her room. She wanted a place of worship, but had found that difficult--most things around here seemed dedicated to a religion she was not familiar with, though she was surprised she had not heard of it in her learnings considering how pervasive it seemed.
Finally, frustrated, she had settled on one of the most impressive structures in the city, the grand cathedral of this faith called Christian. She was not one, but perhaps they would not mind her there so long as she had been pious in her own prayers?
Admiring stained-glass windows the vast open area (how like a Great Hall, that), she walked down the aisle, headed toward the candles. At least there was something she recognized.
((And she's likely outrageously dressed for...well, anywhere. Like her siggy xD))
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Post by Castiel on Jan 23, 2012 13:38:25 GMT -5
Castiel's head slowly turned towards the new arrival in the church.
Her outlandish garb stood in stark contrast to his own relatively simply, trench coated attire, but if the angel noticed that he showed no sign of it. Out of something more compulsion than habit, his gaze flicked to the ceiling with something akin to hope, only to rapidly descent with the same sadness as before.
No revelation. No word. No instructions. No anything.
Before there had been the command of his Father... demanding his service, instructing him on how to be part of the greater plan. Now, there was nothing but a dead silence that defied his very being by filling him with a strange coldness.
Castiel felt tired... ever so tired... and alone.
The words were out before he even truly knew it.
"You are a long way from home, Margrethe."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 23, 2012 16:29:02 GMT -5
"That I am." She said, sounding more solemn than she'd intended.
"My travels have taken me farther than I'd expected...wait. How do you know me?"
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Post by Castiel on Jan 23, 2012 18:37:22 GMT -5
"I am Castiel," the angel replied in his gruff, resonant voice, as if that was all the explanation necessary.
In its own way, it was.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 23, 2012 20:49:34 GMT -5
"Castiel," she said, inclining her head.
She looked thoughtful for a moment, as she studied him.
"Are you a traveling warrior, as well?"
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Post by Castiel on Jan 24, 2012 10:44:53 GMT -5
"One could say that, yes."
After all, angels were far from the naked little fat kids playing harps that humans imagined them to be. In many ways they were warriors... and servants.
Truth be told, Castiel seemed to be more of a wanderer than a traveller lately. Lost without a purpose in a way only a being created to serve could be.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 24, 2012 14:50:42 GMT -5
"It's hard to be, isn't it? Trying to follow your own direction?"
She had no idea what Castiel was feeling in regards to his creator, but Margrethe had a feeling of a kinship of sorts. Like they could understand each other's position, after a fashion.
"I used to have someone to follow. Who led the way." She said with a sigh.
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Post by Castiel on Jan 24, 2012 15:02:22 GMT -5
"As did I," Castiel responded quietly, briefly casting his blue gaze up at the altar and the ceiling again.
Dead silence almost taunted him in its cold greeting. How long had it been since he'd felt the presence of his Father?
"Now there is no Word."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 24, 2012 19:19:28 GMT -5
She straightened, gaining back a semblence of her former poise. A shieldmaiden did not weep or sigh wistfully.
"I wonder why."
She glanced up at the window above the altar.
"Perhaps...it is a test."
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Post by Castiel on Jan 25, 2012 11:11:46 GMT -5
"A test..."
Castiel genuinely tried to consider that, as he had before, but it all seemed so unlikely. His Father tended to test the humans rather than the angels. After all, what was there to test in ones who lacked the freedom of choice?
"If this is the test... then we would do best not to wonder what the actual plight could be."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 25, 2012 11:46:29 GMT -5
"You're right," she said, returning her gaze to him. "I simply wish I knew what to do, what is required of me. I don't like having no direction to follow. I've always had it."
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Post by Castiel on Jan 25, 2012 12:10:30 GMT -5
"I know how you feel."
He truly did... which wasn't a good thing. Angels were supposed to be devoid of feelings and human emotions, but the longer he was left without any form of instructions, the more Castiel began to think that he could indeed feel something.
Mostly, he felt lost.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 25, 2012 18:09:24 GMT -5
She nodded, then turned thoughtful.
"I wonder...perhaps what we need is to lead ourselves?"
The very thought sounded strange to her ears, but maybe that's what the test was.
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Post by Castiel on Jan 25, 2012 19:40:03 GMT -5
"Lead ourselves?"
Lucifer had tried to lead himself, and others... tried to attack the Throne... how could his Father want that? He had created the angels to serve, to kneel before and love the humans who were to be the Lord's new favourites!
It seemed phenomenally unfair to impose something like leadership, even if it was only of themselves, on creatures designed to follow. Cruel, even.
"That isn't something my kind has ever been asked to do."
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