Seer 3: Fallen

Heroes

I cried myself to sleep in the arms of the angel. He could of put me to sleep if he wanted to. But he'd learned that I should let things out.

Letting it out only dried the tears, however. I woke up alone and in despair. Guiltily feeling resentful of both my curse and the one who now controls it. But he wasn't here. He left a note on the door.
Don't panic. Out for coffee.

But I couldn't panic. I couldn't feel anything but a numb anguish. I wanted so badly to shake it. To see the bright side. But this time I felt that this curse had really pushed me too far. Insanity was a blessing compared to how sad whichever Hazel in charge was now.

And all of them were cycling through. I could feel it. War and Valor wanted to shake it off and accept that I was a weapon. Love and Innocence were heart broken. Vice never wanted a cigarette so bad in her life. Hatred was mumbling in the background about suicide. And Music...she felt like a long lost friend. She just wanted an outlet. Something better than tears to express with. Eventually, it was her I gave in to.

So I sang, quietly and sadly to myself while I sat down in the shower. Perfect, original words and melody coming to me like a master musician.

Cas was gone for awhile, but I lost track of time in my ballad. I heard the door open out front so I shut up and finally washed myself in a hurry to join him in not but a towel.

Sad oceans screened me for signs of madness, before he silently offered the disposable coffee cup to me.
I nodded lightly and sat down with it while he shed his trench coat and suit jacket.

I almost grinned. He didn't get hot or cold anymore, as an angel, and yet he retained the habit of taking off his outer wear when he came indoors. My angel was still so very human at times.

He sipped at his own coffee, pointedly giving me space while examining the web of findings on the wall. Afraid to say anything at all to me, in case even the slightest command came out of his mouth. This was no way to love.
Love and Valor reminded me, all the sudden, looking into both faces of his that I loved so much. He didn't notice me staring.

Such a pretty bird...and he loved me. I had to remember that.

I dragged myself to my feet, dropped the towel haphazardly and went to retrieve the armor back out of the bathroom. When I returned, bare as a babe, he was finally watching as I strapped every peice of my custom leathers. But I didn't sense lust. Just a quiet admiration. I pulled the hood of the corset over my head, so I could fumble and stretch my arms to buckle up in the back. It wasn't easy.
Then I felt fingers gently push mine away and take over.
Cas cinched it more loosely than I normally would, but I didn't complain. Just turned around with little grateful smile before making a move to find my boots.
But he caught my upper waist and stopped me. Quiet, soft songs splashing my senses as he leaned in to kiss my lips and then my head. A comforting apology.

Still we said nothing to each other, drinking coffee in silence.

Silence broken by a strange, yet lovely song. A sort of...calling. Reminded me of angel's true voices but without dechiperable words. Cas perked up, hearing it too, as he turned away from his wall of papers. By the look of him, it was louder to his ears than mine.
"...do you hear that?" he asked.

"Yeah...what is it?"

"It sounds like...heaven."

"Heaven...?" I echoed, finally pulling my boots on.

"We need to-" He stopped, looking at me with uncertainty, "do you want to investigate it?"

"Heaven, angels..." I said shrugging, "thats why were here."