They were everything that was wrong with the world; or rather, the mage thought, to be exact, they were what had made the world go wrong in the first place.
Raethor’s eyes glinted like chips of ice as he spotted his quarry; she might not look much like most of her peers he’d encountered before,but that was not unusual. The blasted Naga, he knew, came in more than one varieties, depending on how the ancient magic had made them.
It didn’t change the fact they were monsters and traitors, in any case.
And this one? She had ventured out here on her own, clearly looking for trouble. The mage was rather looking forward to giving it to her, he thought, as he summoned a small firestorm around him; creatures of the deep couldn’t withstand this sort of fire...And he would greatly enjoy watching her writhe as she burnt.
Give it a try. I know you wanna.. <3 AU Where Cas and Meg are trying to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. Struggles of living and needing each other despite being enemies. Just trying out..Might be a chapter 2, to reveal what their mission is.
She walk in, fingers trembling to the nails. Drops of blood splashed onto the wooden floor.
"Cas... I'm ho..home.." She forced a hoarse whisper. It felt as if her throat was on fire. Her legs gave way. She fell onto her stomach, a crumpled mess of blood, burnt hair and bruises all over her body. Part of her face was hanging off her head. Her arm was bending at a wrong angle. One could barely see her skin through all the slashes and blood.
"Cas.." She spit out a mouthful of blood. Her breath grew loud and ragged. Her vision starts to dim.
A flutter of wings later and a pair of arms was cradling her. A wave of warmth surrounded her. Her breath grew quieter. There was no sound from him though. His hurried palms, almost frantic, touching her in her most wounded areas emanating bright light from them gave his game away. It took him about five minutes before he was thoroughly done. His hands and shirt were soaked red with some parts caked with dried blood.
Slowly, he turned her around, lying her on her back. Her eyes were heavy but at least she could breathe easy. She felt his palms cupping her face, a warm sensation rippling through her skull. The warmth grew until it felt like she was burning with a fever. She struggles to open her eyes, to say something. Anything. But she could only breathe. And then, the warmth just died.
"Meg. Please."
A cooling sensation flowed, ebbing through her heart and into her nerves. She swore she heard whispers, maybe a hundred of them, chanting gently but urgent a strange language. Her eyelids burst open and the flourescent ceiling light was suddenly too bright.
"Goddamn lights." She muttered as she tries to sit up.
"Meg... Enough of this." He pulled her up. And then the unexpected happen. He pulled her into his embrace. Her mind drew a blank. She expected hell to freeze over but not this. Wounds, slashes, hell even torture she can handle. Hugs and puppy dog eyes? Not so much. Especially not from an ancient enemy.
She breathed him in. Is that the smell of sunflowers and honey? A part of her growled, commanding her to pull away. But its been far too long since she even touched anyone.
His body was so warm, soft and hard at all the right places. She almost melted into his embrace. Almost. She pulled him away and gave him a quizzed look. His eyes remain crinkled with worry, boring into her own.
Ignoring his stare, she felt for her arms, her legs, her face and her heart. All seem to be working fine now. Barely a scar, an improvement from their first days. She looks up to Castiel's eyes to realize they have softened. Her heart hitched for a moment. She swallows it down and smiles.
"Thank you Cas. Thorough as always. Getting better actually." His eyes narrowed, a faint glow circles his iris.
"I am not worthy of your sacrifice. This has to end." The door blasted open. Castiel stands up and begins to walk to the door. Panic flared and she grabbed his ankles. He looked down at her and his eyes burn white.
"Let go." His growl sent fear and... excitement along her spine.
"Now, don't be rash. Fix me a meal. We'll .. talk." She was unsure of how to , for the lack of a better word, calm him down. Demons do not negotiate, they just fight. She felt her eyes begin to bleed as she holds her gaze into those fiery eyes..
"I won't say it twice."
"Or what? You'll smite me?" She grinned. Something was dripping onto her face and her vision starts to become hazy. She tightened her grip around his ankles. "Really, Cas? You're going to leave this poor damsel.. all weak and alone?"
His eyes returned to normal. The door gently swung itself closed. He turned to her and knelt beside her. She blinked away the blood from his eyes, the grin growing into a smirk.
He moved closer to her until their lips are a breath away. She could almost taste the honey at the back of her throat.
"You bled for me. You are not a damsel."
She laughed at his obvious comment. "10 points for you." His eyebrows furrowed as his head tilted, eyes searching her face. Ahh..Good Ol Cas.
She placed her palm on his chest, gently pushing him away. That small touch sent electricity up into her arms, and down to her legs. It took all her will not grab on the lapels of his coat, and just crush her lips against those lips of his. Her palms begin to sweat at the thought. Damn him. She pushed herself off the ground and dusted off the dirt on her jacket.
He too stood up and just stared at her. Her stomach rumbled. She swore under her breath. She'll be damned if its her to fix a meal again.
"Are you going to stare all day, sweet pea?" She beckoned him to the kitchen as she sat herself down on the cold, mouldy sofa. It'll be so much warmer with him. For a moment, her eyes swirled into darkness as she imagined his body, warm against hers. She snapped away from the thought. She groaned.
Her eyes snapped back into the room. And big, bright blue eyes stared back at her.
"WHAT THE HE-? CAS?!" She fell off the sofa, and scrambled back up to stand. Her heart beat so fast at the close proximity of him.
"I... " Oh hell no, is he blushing? "I saw your.. I just thought.. Maybe you..Wanted some pizza." He looked down, all coy and shy as though she was the one who pried into the dark recesses of his mind. As though she was the one who saw him all sweaty and so desperately .. needing.
"We've talked about this!!" Her face was on fire, and if it was possible, her face could have melted into the shame of it all. She walked away from him, knowing too well if she don't, something much much worse could happen. Or something mind-blowing..
"Fuck! Just.. Go fix me something! Pizza or whatever." She turned towards him, expecting him to be gone and back with food. Instead he was sitting there, his eyes looking straight at her. All wide, and earnest. Excited. He started to walk towards her, heat radiating off him.
you are the most emotionally abusive immature person I have ever met and you will be getting nothing from me madame no i don't think so you can fuck right off and I hope you can appreciate the irony of what you are asking me.
