Back At It Again At Academy Of Despair | | Revival Post
The last thing he remembered was a feeling of relief. Like he had finally payed for his sins that he had committed on the island. Unfortunately, this game never ended. He had to keep coming back and everytime he did he felt more guilty. The punishment would never end. But it was his fault and it was the price he had to pay.
Now, who was this person standing before him. She looked pretty normal…however, he couldn’t really say at the moment. He would probably have to rub his eyes or something to unblur his vision. Were those…wings he saw? That was impossible, why would any of his brothers and sisters come here? That’s right…it was impossible. It must have been some other type of being.
Rubbing his eyes, Castiel sat up fully in the cot. Now that his vision was better he could see that those were wings. They were too small to be the wings of an angel. She must have been some other being. This was oddly a relief for him. He did not want his family to see him like this.
"No I uh, I-I think I know what happened. Well, up until I…died, but after that I’m…I’m unsure."
{ ; Froze may give prayer to God of gods himself, yet perhaps never were to be answered, even if this was only sensation to plague in own's gut. Wings fold upon back and gaze is only that of troubled being. Immediately, she must question his words, but as soon gives restraint to keeping it bound from verbality expression to other. He held expression of concern and it stimulated, even if a feather's touch yet firm, within her that there was much more beyond her current knowledge.
Naturally, of course, she was well conscious that this place was in the very thick seed of mystery. With such abundance of populace, however, perhaps it would not be so difficult to give breakage to said metaphor; yet now she must consider that there is much more than she could have brewed in small thought, even in expanse cauldron. In specifics, it comes to this man, who she feels is much more than mere human. Humans only to crowd these islands is what she had thought true, much so, yet by some manipulation of Etihw must she feel otherwise if only for him.
Next words to be given, in conclusion: Test of sorts, but still representation of the... good of her heart.
“ Died ― ... ... ... ”
A sigh as expression may give change from the slight surprise that would only manifest in physical nature of form, and rather may give allowance to appearance of slightest tint of regret via the closing of her eyes, in the dye of stoicism.
“ If only I could heal... ”
Foolish that she would even be saying with such purpose as given in aforementioned word; human or otherwise, would it not be of ease to discern that she was of angelic being?











