[ lucifer certainly loves an ulterior motive, and castiel's certain michael's commitment to playing out the apocalypse wasn't only because dad said so. ]
Fine.
[ With a reluctant, tense inhale, Cas reaches out, taking the offered hand.
Through the bond, Michael sees the interior of the pit, the shrines, both intact and decorated with an odd symbol, as well as crackedopen, seeping blood, absorbed from castiel's perspective while the creature trapped below leaks insidious, maddening whispers into his ascension-warped mind. castiel's name spoken in perfect enochian, the kind that would rupture mortal ear drums but sounds like sweet music, like home, to them. from the dark mirror of castiel's memories, the madness clings to michael like quick sand, like drying tar, as if the monster could reach through consciousness alone and pull at him to drag him under. but the flashes don't linger long enough for michael to be lost in it.
he sees the vision of the snow capped mountain, and the dark figure. and lastly, the ritual itself, with all the nightmare fuel and pain of bones twisted and fused with another organic being. cas spares no detail, maybe on purpose, maybe being cheeky, but all the same, certain michael can handle it, and thorough in sharing intel. ]
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[ lucifer certainly loves an ulterior motive, and castiel's certain michael's commitment to playing out the apocalypse wasn't only because dad said so. ]
Fine.
[ With a reluctant, tense inhale, Cas reaches out, taking the offered hand.
Through the bond, Michael sees the interior of the pit, the shrines, both intact and decorated with an odd symbol, as well as cracked open, seeping blood, absorbed from castiel's perspective while the creature trapped below leaks insidious, maddening whispers into his ascension-warped mind. castiel's name spoken in perfect enochian, the kind that would rupture mortal ear drums but sounds like sweet music, like home, to them. from the dark mirror of castiel's memories, the madness clings to michael like quick sand, like drying tar, as if the monster could reach through consciousness alone and pull at him to drag him under. but the flashes don't linger long enough for michael to be lost in it.
he sees the vision of the snow capped mountain, and the dark figure. and lastly, the ritual itself, with all the nightmare fuel and pain of bones twisted and fused with another organic being. cas spares no detail, maybe on purpose, maybe being cheeky, but all the same, certain michael can handle it, and thorough in sharing intel. ]