#theangeltalia

[humblingxriver]

I miss you. So, so much.

"I cannot let you see…"

       He could not find it within himself to do as much as turn and look her in the eye. He could not f e e l her grace anymore, but it was still as though he was torn apart from the inside as he heard her voice. 

        It cut, it cut deeper than any of the physical wounds he’d experienced. He wanted to crash into her for comfort, and at the same time he wished he could disappear at the s p ot. “Please leave.”

[humblingxriver]

You, a father? You, who killed thousands of your own siblings? You, who thought to be God and nearly destroyed everything He worked to create? You, who destroy everything you touch? You are a curse, Castiel, and you will curse this child. It's mother should run while she can to keep her child safe from you. You are an abomination, Castiel, and that is exactly what you will make of this child. An abomination.

“I———-” The accusation is sudden.

But it’s nothing he never thought about.

To be honest, it’s exactly what he thought about.

“I might not be prepared to be a father, but I am able to love my child. I will not corrupt it. I will make sure, that its decisions are better than mine. Because, in opposition to most of my brethren, I have made mistakes, and I know what regret feels like. Abandoning my child? No, I will not do what our father did.” ——————— but deep inside himself, he knew it was true.

He wasn’t stitched up quite right.

[humblingxriver]

She waited in silence for him to work it out, still staring at her hands. She shouldn't have been so blunt. Should have eased into it. What if he was upset, or mad? What if he wanted nothing to do with the child, or her? "Y-yes," she managed eventually, eyes flicking to his face for a second before she looked away again. "A-and I d-don't know wh-what to do."

Castiel’s eyes remained widened. He was——- He was——— overwhelmed. The sensation that he was going to be a father wouldn’t quite sink in. It was hard to grasp, even for him, even with all the things he’d seen. He wasn’t sure that fledglings were usually conceived this way——- but they had bed each other on earth and in their human vessels. Would that——— make the child an angel, or their vessels child? Or a mixture of both, a nephilim? Hesitantly, he reached out to take her hands into one of his, and brush his other one over her stomach, trying to contact his——— his child. “He is really there.” he murmured after a moment, wide blue eyes meeting Talia’s. “He is—” his voice wavered, and the angel shook his head. “I’m—- I’m sorry. I will protect you both. You should— you should be safe. I don’t know what kind of provisions we have to make.”

[humblingxriver]

Talia was silent for a few long moments when they sat down, hands fidgeting in her lap as she spoke, eyes focused on them rather than Castiel. "Th-there is something I need to tell you," she said awkwardly, taking a breath to steel her nerves before she continued. "I-I'm pregnant."

Castiel mustered her intently. At her words, his eyes widened involuntarily. “Who is the father?!” he blurted out instantly, before————— Oh.

He stared.

He stared a little longer.

His breathing started to speed up.

“You mean— we are—”

[humblingxriver]

She couldn't help but smile a little bit at that; he thought she was important. He had come out of apparent concern for her safety, if his expression was anything to go by. "I am glad to hear that," she said softly, looking down in nervousness as she pulled him gently towards the couch. "But I think perhaps you may be less fine in a moment. There is something that we must discuss, Castiel."

These words made the angel nervous. He couldn’t quite explain why —— what would she possibly want to talk about that was that urgent? Why did her aura spread nervousness as well?

He followed her, blue orbs confused as he obediently sat down and waited for her to speak, swallowing thickly. “Yes?” he asked, hoping it was enough to finally make her speak up.

[humblingxriver]

When he didn't arrive immediately, she was almost convinced that he wouldn't come, that he didn't want to see her again, before she heard the rustle of feathers and looked up to face him, a small gasp escaping her. "Castiel, you're hurt," she said softly as she got to her feet, but the wound was healed almost as soon as the words had left her mouth. Talia raised a hand to gently cup his cheek and shook her head. "I'm interrupting something important, aren't I?"

“You are important.” Castiel immediately replied, making it sound like more of a statement instead of a comforting remark. His eyes flickered over her face in confusion, though. She seemed —- fine.

He slightly cocked his head so his cheek could nuzzle back into her palm, eyes closing for a moment. It was the sweetest of gestures ———- and nothing was able to soothe him like it. “I’m fine.” he added quickly, questioning blue eyes fluttering open again as if he forgot that he was being called for help for a moment.

[humblingxriver]

Talia sat on the couch, clenching and unclenching her hands for a few moments. "Get a grip of yourself," she said sternly. "He has to know." Even so, it took a few moments for her to compose herself and close her eyes. "Castiel? Are you there? We, um, I-I need to talk to you. Please," she prayed quietly. "I-it's quite urgent."

A minute, a rustle of feathers, and Castiel appeared. His hair looked rather disheveled, and his fingers were neatly curled around an angel blade —- obviously he had been in the midst of battle, and quickened it when he heard her call. He tugged the blade away and glanced around for a possible third party. We ———- he couldn’t see another person.

“What happened?” he asked, lip split and breathing still a little ragged, but he was standing steadily, the split healing the moment he walked towards her.

[thefallenangelbalthazar]

He grinned, setting his drink down on the table. “Anything for my little sister…” he beamed, watching the sparkle come back to her eyes, it really did make it all worth while. She had had a tough life, and little things like this seemed to help, even for just a little bit. He grinned. “I’m glad you like it. Next time - I’m thinking Greece.”

[thefallenangelbalthazar]

She pulled one leg up onto her chair, picking at the cuff of her jeans with one hand as the other held her drink. Enjoying the sound of the waves hitting the sand for a moment before she spoke. “Next time…that sounds good. But can we just…enjoy this time for now?” she asked, almost hesitantly.

Watching her closely, he grinned at her words. "That was the idea." he gave her a soft smile and sipped his drink. "Is there something you had in mind?" he asked, his eyes flicking over to the shore, his hair moving slightly in the breeze.