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[Fic] The Angel of Thursday
Nov. 5th, 2008 02:14 pmTitle: The Angel of Thursday Part 5: Afterglow
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Ruby/Castiel
Word Count: 5,755
Rating: PG
Summary: Entirely a justification for one of the most unlikely pairings ever.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4
They stayed like that for some time, wrapped in each other, worlds apart. She pulled the blanket over them after a point but otherwise didn't move away. Neither did he.
His thoughts were whirling, circling each other, doubts and fears and little revelations criss-crossing back and forth in his head. Knowing from experience was a difference from knowing the acts in human memories so vast that he could barely comprehend it, let alone find words for it. What he had done was blasphemy on so many levels, and on deeper levels was it not also its own form of faith? Showing tenderness and compassion at least in a way that could be understood, if not necessarily the act condone. Was that rationalisation?
He was still here. He felt no diminishing, had heard no command. Had not felt the jaws of Hell gape wide to swallow him up. Perhaps God had forgiven him this act, or understood the spirit of why Castiel had done what he had. Castiel himself wasn't sure why. Except that, for a few moments and, though it was fading, for a few moments after, he had felt less alone.
It was almost dawn when Ruby finally slid out of his arms and out of the bed. He knew, not because of the light peeking under the curtains, but by the instinct of the angels that felt the world turn beneath them and the air currents passing through their wings. So, too, he felt the sun creeping over the land as the earth turned. He pushed himself to sitting up in the bed, watching her.
"You're leaving now?"
She was getting dressed with a determination not to show any sign that what they had done had affected her, and yet he could see into what passed for her soul as readily as any other. "Yeah."
He waited for the I got what I came for or I did what I came here to do even if neither were true. He was a little surprised when neither occurred. It was probably time for him to say something.
"Ruby..." he slid out of bed, took her by the arm as she turned away from him. She was dressed but for her coat by now. He didn't know what he meant to say. "There is always forgiveness, if you ask for it."
She smiled a little at him, but it was sad, and a little bit angry. "I'm not like you, Castiel. I can't just bow my head and obey. I have to be who and what I am." She uncurled his fingers from her arm. "I'm sorry."
By the time he was gone there was no evidence that either of them had been in the room at all, and he bore all the weight of what they had done upwards, as he flew up to ask forgiveness for the carnal sin they had committed.
But not the emotions they had shared. Never that.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Ruby/Castiel
Word Count: 5,755
Rating: PG
Summary: Entirely a justification for one of the most unlikely pairings ever.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4
They stayed like that for some time, wrapped in each other, worlds apart. She pulled the blanket over them after a point but otherwise didn't move away. Neither did he.
His thoughts were whirling, circling each other, doubts and fears and little revelations criss-crossing back and forth in his head. Knowing from experience was a difference from knowing the acts in human memories so vast that he could barely comprehend it, let alone find words for it. What he had done was blasphemy on so many levels, and on deeper levels was it not also its own form of faith? Showing tenderness and compassion at least in a way that could be understood, if not necessarily the act condone. Was that rationalisation?
He was still here. He felt no diminishing, had heard no command. Had not felt the jaws of Hell gape wide to swallow him up. Perhaps God had forgiven him this act, or understood the spirit of why Castiel had done what he had. Castiel himself wasn't sure why. Except that, for a few moments and, though it was fading, for a few moments after, he had felt less alone.
It was almost dawn when Ruby finally slid out of his arms and out of the bed. He knew, not because of the light peeking under the curtains, but by the instinct of the angels that felt the world turn beneath them and the air currents passing through their wings. So, too, he felt the sun creeping over the land as the earth turned. He pushed himself to sitting up in the bed, watching her.
"You're leaving now?"
She was getting dressed with a determination not to show any sign that what they had done had affected her, and yet he could see into what passed for her soul as readily as any other. "Yeah."
He waited for the I got what I came for or I did what I came here to do even if neither were true. He was a little surprised when neither occurred. It was probably time for him to say something.
"Ruby..." he slid out of bed, took her by the arm as she turned away from him. She was dressed but for her coat by now. He didn't know what he meant to say. "There is always forgiveness, if you ask for it."
She smiled a little at him, but it was sad, and a little bit angry. "I'm not like you, Castiel. I can't just bow my head and obey. I have to be who and what I am." She uncurled his fingers from her arm. "I'm sorry."
By the time he was gone there was no evidence that either of them had been in the room at all, and he bore all the weight of what they had done upwards, as he flew up to ask forgiveness for the carnal sin they had committed.
But not the emotions they had shared. Never that.
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