[log] Event: Howl [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

Comments

[godsspeed]

[ He's weakened by the struggle and stunned by the impact, but conscious, and he raises the light up so the Cat can see it before it vanishes into thin air, just like the beast. ]

It is done.

[ An attempt is made to get back up onto his feet, but it falls short partway through - trying to push himself up with his burned and bloodied hands is much more difficult than anticipated, not least because under normal circumstances the wounds would have already healed. Pain that lasts like this is not something he's accustomed to, and he needs a moment to adjust. It's fine. There is time for a moment of rest, isn't there? ]

[absentconstellation]

[ He yeowls a little as Cas almost falls on top of him, but settles in to knead his shoulders. ]

Rest. We are alone, for now.