The door snaps shut with a final sort of snap, and Castiel is left alone to the quiet, with nothing but the sounds of the empty, ancient castle to keep him company, and it isn't until now, when he's alone, that he can really here how very silent and still the place is, almost as if it is suspended in time, lost and forgotten, tucked away from the outside world; Castiel is sure he's never felt so isolated in his entire life.
Without the need to hold his head high, however, Castiel finds himself weakening, his shoulders slumping and his eyes closing, a soft breath leaving him like a sigh, and he feels his stomach tighten, a sob held behind his teeth, but he swallows it down.
Everything had happened so quickly.. he has hardly had the time to process it, to understand what has happened here, to process everything that has passed. He's a prisoner now, locked away like a prize in a tower, guarded over by a hulking monstrosity. He could attempt escape, likely at some point will, but for now it seems too dangerous, too risky, so.. better instead to wall himself off, to do all he can not to draw attention to himself until he somehow finds a way out of this terrible, knotted mess.
So Castiel sits at the edge of the large unused bed, his arms tight around his abdomen and his eyes squeezed shut, feeling small in this enormous room, insignificant in the burdening silence, but still that small fire of anger burns in his breast and he will keep it alive, nurse it as long as he needs to to keep focused.
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Date: 14 Jun 2016 00:29 (UTC)Without the need to hold his head high, however, Castiel finds himself weakening, his shoulders slumping and his eyes closing, a soft breath leaving him like a sigh, and he feels his stomach tighten, a sob held behind his teeth, but he swallows it down.
Everything had happened so quickly.. he has hardly had the time to process it, to understand what has happened here, to process everything that has passed. He's a prisoner now, locked away like a prize in a tower, guarded over by a hulking monstrosity. He could attempt escape, likely at some point will, but for now it seems too dangerous, too risky, so.. better instead to wall himself off, to do all he can not to draw attention to himself until he somehow finds a way out of this terrible, knotted mess.
So Castiel sits at the edge of the large unused bed, his arms tight around his abdomen and his eyes squeezed shut, feeling small in this enormous room, insignificant in the burdening silence, but still that small fire of anger burns in his breast and he will keep it alive, nurse it as long as he needs to to keep focused.