[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds. / balthazar
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 . ( a collection of action prompts. ) | accepting
The sound that broke the silence of Balthazar's estate was not dignified. A heavy collapse of limbs, both corporeal and not, thudded like a cascade of debris onto the brickwork of the back patio, followed by a coughing fit. The fact that he'd either over or undershot the house was damning enough without the crash landing. Balthazar would find Castiel crumpled on his side, attempting to sit upright before another decidedly wet coughing fit halted his efforts, and he leaned over to spit blood onto the cracked stone. On the underside of reality, one crow's wing was hanging almost bent, as if someone or something had pushed the limb to the highest possible limit before it would break under them.
The Seraph sensed his brother's approach, and tried again to sit up straighter. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go." It had been a panicked decision with one good wing, he just hoped it hadn't been the wrong decision.