“I know you are but what am I?” he said grinning. “I’m an angel.” he answered “I hope it’s not a bad different smell…but maybe I would want that if it’s a vampire smelling me”
“My argument remains; t’was fate that your companion sought to change his destiny, and the end result must have then already been foreseen. Angels have as much of this illusion as anyone else, but your God sees fit to keep you dull… to make you empty, unfeeling machines… he gives you what he wishes you to believe is love, and in return the angels serve him like winged sheep of fire…. is that honey….? Don’t mind if I do.” Loki accepted a finger of the golden treat and settled back, his face smoothing out and returning to being placated as he licked the substance from the slim digit.
“Perhaps” he helped himself to his honey, glad that Loki had accepted the treat. There was a time when he would have defended his God will all the power he could muster but now…after all that had happened….he wasn’t sure his father was as great as he was made to believe…Or maybe he was? “He is my father though…I lost faith in him once, swallowed the many souls of purgatory and tried to take his place. Of course the power was to great for a simple angel…the Leviathin overwhelmed me and I was devoured.”
He looked over at Loki “I’m alive again though..somehow” He ate more honey contently. “I don’t pretend to understand it any more.” he offered the back again. “Would you like some more?”
A second swipe, with a different finger, and Loki let it gleam on that digit for a couple of seconds while he mulled over what castiel had said. This was a broken creature he was talking to, yet the concept of their experiences was compelling, and he had not before spoken with an angel… even a fallen one.
“My father raised me as second class to my elder brother. I was a prince, but only in title… and the rest of my kingdom treated me the scapegoat, a blight upon the crown. Near three years ago now, the truth came out; that I was not in fact Odin’s son at all, but the stolen son of the Jotun king Laufey, our most bitter enemy and a monster. He had been lying to me that time.. there was never true love for loki…so I left, and I took my vengeance. I showed them that I was just as good and powerful as my brother, and in the end of it all, he told me no, and he let me fall. I have been in darkness since… if he knows of my increasing madness, he does nothing about it… the last time I saw Odin, he was stitching my mouth shut.”
“This conversation is very grim. I wasn’t hoping on a grim conversation tonight” Castiel said aloud, “Did you like the honey?” he asked “I have gathered it myself. Originally I began doing so as a peace offering to a fellow I had betrayed…But I enjoyed it so much I kept on doing it” he smiled “Bees are quite interesting creatures” he was falling back into his crazed babellings…speaking with Loki had brought up to many bad memories that were already very hard to suppress.
Loki cocked his head at him and listened to him praddle for a couple of seconds, less than impressed with the tactic and by no means falling for it, “now here is an intriguing observation…. two creatures similar in life and lies and failure both descend into madness… one becomes violent, discreet, and bitter… the other uses the madness as his shield and cowers behind it… quite near to a riddle, is it not? Your bees will not repair whatever guilt you suffer… only you can do that.”
“I do not want to fight anymore, I don’t want to hurt anyone. Staying out of the way is best” he told him. Since their conversation started the crickets had become rather silent. He glanced at Loki. “I have been bitter…I did not like the taste”
“Woah indeed” Castiel smiled at her. “What…Why woah?”
You are aware that you’re covered in bee’s, correct?
Castiel look down at himself. “Isn’t it wonderful?” he said quite happily.
Castiel appeared arms wide before him completely nude but covered from neck to knees in little buzzing honey bees.
[=D!! Who wants to see him!]
“My argument remains; t’was fate that your companion sought to change his destiny, and the end result must have then already been foreseen. Angels have as much of this illusion as anyone else, but your God sees fit to keep you dull… to make you empty, unfeeling machines… he gives you what he wishes you to believe is love, and in return the angels serve him like winged sheep of fire…. is that honey….? Don’t mind if I do.” Loki accepted a finger of the golden treat and settled back, his face smoothing out and returning to being placated as he licked the substance from the slim digit.
“Perhaps” he helped himself to his honey, glad that Loki had accepted the treat. There was a time when he would have defended his God will all the power he could muster but now…after all that had happened….he wasn’t sure his father was as great as he was made to believe…Or maybe he was? “He is my father though…I lost faith in him once, swallowed the many souls of purgatory and tried to take his place. Of course the power was to great for a simple angel…the Leviathin overwhelmed me and I was devoured.”
He looked over at Loki “I’m alive again though..somehow” He ate more honey contently. “I don’t pretend to understand it any more.” he offered the back again. “Would you like some more?”
A second swipe, with a different finger, and Loki let it gleam on that digit for a couple of seconds while he mulled over what castiel had said. This was a broken creature he was talking to, yet the concept of their experiences was compelling, and he had not before spoken with an angel… even a fallen one.
“My father raised me as second class to my elder brother. I was a prince, but only in title… and the rest of my kingdom treated me the scapegoat, a blight upon the crown. Near three years ago now, the truth came out; that I was not in fact Odin’s son at all, but the stolen son of the Jotun king Laufey, our most bitter enemy and a monster. He had been lying to me that time.. there was never true love for loki…so I left, and I took my vengeance. I showed them that I was just as good and powerful as my brother, and in the end of it all, he told me no, and he let me fall. I have been in darkness since… if he knows of my increasing madness, he does nothing about it… the last time I saw Odin, he was stitching my mouth shut.”
“This conversation is very grim. I wasn’t hoping on a grim conversation tonight” Castiel said aloud, “Did you like the honey?” he asked “I have gathered it myself. Originally I began doing so as a peace offering to a fellow I had betrayed…But I enjoyed it so much I kept on doing it” he smiled “Bees are quite interesting creatures” he was falling back into his crazed babellings…speaking with Loki had brought up to many bad memories that were already very hard to suppress.
[I’m really not doing to well with my Crazy!Cas RP’s….I like need more practice..>.>]
He blinked when the angel booped him, his mental trains of thought utterly derailed as he squashed his expression down, drew himself up and brought his head back in confusion and offense.
What in Valhalla’s sweet glory was that.
“there is no such thing as free will.” he replied smartly once he’d recovered, “tis but an illusion. You cannot believe in Fate and also believe in free will, because the choices would make fate impossible, would it not? However… you have met fate as same as I… they know how everything ends. It is not free will.. that is only a placebo the humans swallow to make themselves feel special and unique.”
“I’ve been taught that destinies can be changed. A friend of mine” Did Dean still call him a friend? “Used his free will to do just that, my father gave them free will. A thing the angels were not suppose to have. And for good reason I think. We’re just not good at making decisions” From in his coat the angel pulled a plastic bag of fresh honey he’d gathered himself just the morning before.
“Would you like some?” he offered Loki. He was quiet enjoying this strange conversation with the God of Tricks.
“My argument remains; t’was fate that your companion sought to change his destiny, and the end result must have then already been foreseen. Angels have as much of this illusion as anyone else, but your God sees fit to keep you dull… to make you empty, unfeeling machines… he gives you what he wishes you to believe is love, and in return the angels serve him like winged sheep of fire…. is that honey….? Don’t mind if I do.” Loki accepted a finger of the golden treat and settled back, his face smoothing out and returning to being placated as he licked the substance from the slim digit.
“Perhaps” he helped himself to his honey, glad that Loki had accepted the treat. There was a time when he would have defended his God will all the power he could muster but now…after all that had happened….he wasn’t sure his father was as great as he was made to believe…Or maybe he was? “He is my father though…I lost faith in him once, swallowed the many souls of purgatory and tried to take his place. Of course the power was to great for a simple angel…the Leviathin overwhelmed me and I was devoured.”
He looked over at Loki “I’m alive again though..somehow” He ate more honey contently. “I don’t pretend to understand it any more.” he offered the back again. “Would you like some more?”
