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godless_son ([personal profile] godless_son) wrote2015-01-04 05:35 pm

For Derek

Castiel does not trust this place. He does not trust it and he cannot fathom how nearly the entire city felt it was a good idea to hold a celebration here mere days after its arrival. He's also heard tale that it is being used as a place to engage in the recreational act of snow-skiing.

One of the most ridiculous looking sports, if Castiel says so.

He has been flying and trudging around the mountain for hours now, nose a little pink and a hat pulled onto his head in deference to the bitter cold. Something here feels spiritually...off, as he suspected, but he cannot pin it down. It has the same tension, the same propensity to sudden change that he feels in Darrow, but something a little more sinister. Without any more revelation than that, however, he suspects he will not be able to convince his friends to stay away. The city itself is violently dangerous and he certainly spends enough time there to label him a hypocrite.

He squints against the bright sun as he comes into a clearing, tilting his head as nest of rabbits takes off in front of him. The reason rapidly presents itself as a group of skiers flies down the mountain all around him, shouting angrily as he stands like a stone in a stream.

Interesting.
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[personal profile] triskehale 2015-01-09 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I had to learn to get used to it or I would have gone crazy," Derek tells him, watching Castiel through ruby hued eyes as he moves. He snorts when Castiel asks him to join him but nods his shaggy head up and down. His winter coat is thick and long, especially since he's spending the bulk of his time outside in this form. "They probably don't allow wolves in there, but I doubt anyone will have the balls to try and kick me out."

He steps up next to Castiel and his head comes easily to the man's hip. He's a big, big wolf with red eyes and sharp teeth. People generally do whatever they can to leave him alone if they spot him. "Angels first."
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[personal profile] triskehale 2015-01-13 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)

Derek thinks about it and then huffs out a huge sigh. Going in on four legs would probably just cause a big scene and Derek would like to avoid people screaming today, if at all possible. "If I go put on pants, could you conjure me up some shoes?"

He twists around to nose at the little satchel strapped to his flank. "No room for snow boots in here."

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[personal profile] triskehale 2015-01-20 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't even know how to do angel wards, so no." Derek leaves him to do his thing and heads back into the trees, shifting back into human form and quickly pulling on his clothes. The cold doesn't usually bother him, but this is snow and ice, and his bare toes burn while he waits for Castiel to come back.
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[personal profile] triskehale 2015-02-05 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)

He blinks when Castiel disappears and wonders if he even knows that Derek moved, but then again, he probably does. He probably knows a lot of shit.

By the time he comes back, accompanied by a fluttering sound that's loud in Derek's ears, he's dressed in jeans and a henley and perched up on a fallen log. "None taken. That's a neat trick."

He pulls on the socks and boots, tying them up and wrinkling his nose a bit. After spending so much time as a wolf, wearing clothes is always a bit of a nuisance. Once he's done he slides off of the log and goes to stand next to Castiel, shivering only slightly in the cold. "Lead the way, oh celestial being."

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[personal profile] triskehale 2015-02-12 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)

"My mistake," Derek says flatly, and then looks at him warily. Teleportation via angel wings. Why not? Really, Derek's lucky he was asked. "Uh, sure. Do your thing."