#disobedientangel

[dxrknesswillrise]

[ last kiss ]

                      It was a Sunday morning.

                      Bright sunlight streaming in through the large hospital                      windows, ajar only slightly to let in the warm, summer                       breeze. If it hadn’t had been for the constant, slow beep,                      beep, beep of the hospital monitor, it might have been                      easy to ignore how depressing the place around them                      was. The steady, loud sound a constant reminder of                       why they were here, in this very room.

                      Soon, the heart monitor would be turned off — for the                      heart it was currently keeping track off would stop, mid                       beat. It would stutter to a halt, just as a familiar pair of                      chapped lips would be pressed against a pale, warm                      forehead.

                                                              Mordred’s heart would stop                                                                knowing that it had never                                                                   truly belonged to him.                      It had always belonged                                  to Castiel.

                      A final, long breath would be taken.

                      And the lips resting against Mordred’s forehead                       would be joined by hot, pain-filled tears.

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"Like you even care."

Ｐｕｔ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ａｓｋｂｏｘ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｈｏｗ ｍｙ Ｍｕｓｅ ｒｅａｃｔｓ：

                                                      “———— Don’t, Castiel. Don’t say stuff like that.”

                   Mordred might not know a lot of things anymore, but there was one thing he still knew for certain, and that was how he felt toward Castiel. He knew ——— he knew that both of them had their off days, knew that sometimes, this got too much for Castiel to bear, but he still loved him just as he always had done. Nothing had changed there — even if sometimes he couldn’t remember. The seems that held their relationship together were beginning to fray and tear, and it was all down to the illness that was slowly eating at Mordred until he would be gone completely. There was no stopping it, and still it was hard to get his head around it. The younger man knew, however, that if this was hard for him to cope with, how much harder it had to be for the man that was going to be left behind. “You know how much I care for you, Cas. How much I love you.”

                                                        “Whatever happens, I promise you that isn’t going to change.”

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"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."

Ｐｕｔ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ａｓｋｂｏｘ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｈｏｗ ｍｙ Ｍｕｓｅ ｒｅａｃｔｓ：

                                                      “————— I didn’t think you were such a delicate flower, Castiel.”

                     If Mordred hadn’t known Castiel like he did, he might have thought the hunter to be serious. It took a man of great understanding to grasp the fallen Angel’s sense of humour and his sarcasm, but now the younger man had finally wrapped his head around it, he understood ——— Castiel was only being playful with him. It was with a roll of his eyes that Mordred stretched out a pale hand, long fingers pushing at Castiel’s jacket-clad arm lightly in retaliation. 

                                                  “What’s that phrase again? The truth hurts?”

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Do you love me?

                                                                     ”——— What kind of a silly question is that, Castiel?”

                    “Of course I do. Maybe… I don’t say it as often as I should, but I do.”

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I just want to cuddle.

Ｐｕｔ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ａｓｋｂｏｘ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｈｏｗ ｍｙ Ｍｕｓｅ ｒｅａｃｔｓ：

                                                                     ”——— Then come here. Please?”

                      The news had come as a blow to everyone ——- but none had took it quite as hard as Castiel had. It was as though they were being timed, and sooner rather than later that precious time was going to run out and Castiel would be left with nothing. Stretching out his hand, Mordred beckoned the older man closer silently, his eyes shining with assurity. “I’m not going anywhere just yet.”

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Castiel saw his opportunity and pounced; snuggling up behind Mordred and kissing him softly on the back of his neck, running the scruff of his chin against the soft skin. "You smell good."

                                                    “———- Do I now?” Mordred asked with a small, sleepy smile playing over his chapped lips. Castiel was a warm weight above him, and with how awake he sounded already, it was more than a little obvious he had grown tired of waiting for Mordred to stumble out of bed and sleepily demand for a large cup of coffee. With a pleasured groan, the dark haired man stretched out his limbs, careful not to shift too much out of fear he might dislodge Castiel.

                         ”I used your shampoo last night. Probably why…”

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Castiel quietly curled up in Mordred's lap, his ear moving to rest against his chest. He was tired and empty from the inside out, and after a moment, the soft rhythm of the others heartbeat seemed to have take away some sort of invisible pain. There was a soft unrealized sigh, and then Cas had closed his eyes. He wasn't crying; he wasn't.

                                                                     Mordred had yet to find out what had happened to get Castiel like this —- to have him so upset that he hadn’t spoke to him, only curled against the other’s chest and tried to keep the tears flowing down his pale face silent. It was an occasion where Mordred knew that asking why wouldn’t be enough —— that it wasn’t what Castiel wanted from Mordred at that time —— so, instead of offering comforting words and inquiring as to why the older man was currently dampening his chest with quiet sobs, Mordred entwined slim fingers within Castiel’s dark hair. 

                                   ”——— Please talk to me…”

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