The Fog Of Her
This is a Megstiel drabble
This is the shortest thing I've ever posted here but whatever!!!
Summary: he gathers her to him and holds her to his heart.
Wordcount: 140
Spoilers: through 8.17!
Warnings: [8.17 spoiler]
character death
Disclaimer: none of this is mine.
When demons “die”, they don’t cease to exist. Not immediately. Their souls remain, though only just. They’re a patch of fog on the wind, fragile enough to be torn up and spread all over the sky.
They’re the most damaged form of soul, and they’re always wailing. In pain, in hate, in fear… a long-ago echo of a cold winter storm on a bright summer’s day.
When Castiel finds Meg, she’s almost gone. Most of her quirks and memories and structure are missing, but her core is there-- a patch of darkness in the air, heavy, whole. Just that impulse towards a cause, and that sense of being lost. She doesn’t remember him.
He gathers her up, wraps his arms around her, the elusive fog of her, and holds it against his heart until his chest is wet with rain.
This is the shortest thing I've ever posted here but whatever!!!
Summary: he gathers her to him and holds her to his heart.
Wordcount: 140
Spoilers: through 8.17!
Warnings: [8.17 spoiler]
character death
Disclaimer: none of this is mine.
When demons “die”, they don’t cease to exist. Not immediately. Their souls remain, though only just. They’re a patch of fog on the wind, fragile enough to be torn up and spread all over the sky.
They’re the most damaged form of soul, and they’re always wailing. In pain, in hate, in fear… a long-ago echo of a cold winter storm on a bright summer’s day.
When Castiel finds Meg, she’s almost gone. Most of her quirks and memories and structure are missing, but her core is there-- a patch of darkness in the air, heavy, whole. Just that impulse towards a cause, and that sense of being lost. She doesn’t remember him.
He gathers her up, wraps his arms around her, the elusive fog of her, and holds it against his heart until his chest is wet with rain.