#earth seraph

[zenon164art]

Inktober Day 10 - Edna

[snakethegamer]

[smichaelis21]

[videogamerriodyne]

Beautiful Earth Seraph Edna

[mickeyblades]

Endurance is by far my thirteenth least favorite word.

[endversecas]

I have a headcanon that when Cas was an angel and had some free time he'd go to all the big art museums (like the Louvre) and stare at the art. He'd look at the strokes of paint on canvas of the Venus de Urbino, the curves of the sculpting of Nike de Samothrace, or just the way humans stare at motionless objects made by people from centuries ago that he once watched over.

Oh, but Castiel, angel of the Lord, wandering around the Hermitage.

The Hermitage with all its rich nooks and crannies, its shadowy corners and side-rooms filled with art that goes largely unnoticed by the Western world. He'd wander through their storage rooms unseen and peer at the marvels human hands and minds have created. He'd amble under grand ceilings - blank-faced but wonder-filled - from room to room and the babushki sitting in the chairs between would watch him curiously but somehow inherently trust him. There would just be something about him that projected the right amount of reverence to soothe their suspicious minds.

It would be a heady experience for Castiel to find faces he'd known in life captured in cast metal or smooth marble. He'd watched the rise and fall of countless civilizations and seen their successes and failures. He was the angel who presided over the death of kings and he'd watched the last breath shudder out of these men and women and here their features gazed unseeing back at him in a visual history. His heels would clack against the ornate parquet as he strolled through memories made real.

Humans were so small, so insignificant. Yet they were the most vital creation of his absent father. The most important thing in the universe.