anniemiltonarchive asked: I suppose. What have you done, Inias? How have you rebelled?
Inias thought for a moment, his eyes closed. “I haven’t spited you or Castiel. That alone in itself is a crime, a rebellious action.” He smiled.
Wind
Inias stared through the clouds, watching his brother dance between the clumps of flowers as the wind stirred his wings behind him, littering the field with an assortment of dark feathers.
He strained to hear the words his brother spoke to the unresponsive wind but caught only snatches of lyrics directed at the bees, the flowers, the paths that only he could see carved into the pathways before him.
He tried in vain to whisper to through the wind to his brother, trying desperately to rouse a sane response from his brother who simply continued to twirl in the flowers, his face turned towards the sunbeam that was his brother.
“So the bees sing to the wind…” He started in on a new verse, his wings stretched out before him in a glorious display of beauty.
Inias tried to watch the bees once.
All he had seen were two creations of God, coexisting with one another, preserving each other. No plans were laid out in front of him, no idea lurked behind flower petals, any hidden messages were lost on the buzz of the bees.
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I don’t know if this actually matters, but I won’t be on for a couple of days. Finals are HERE, and my parents are already freaking out about me being on Tumblr.
So! I wish you all a pleasant week, and happy finals!
(When Inias returns, I do believe I will try and STICK TO AN ACTUAL PERSONALITY instead of jumping from ‘sad depressed war wrecked angel’ to ‘happy humorous weird angel’ to ‘this isn’t even in character by the wildest stretches of ones imagination, Brooke-angel’. I believe I’ll review his appearance in Supernatural once more and do some actual research.
Alas! I must go! Again, to all of you, a happy week, and happier finals.
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Goodnight, dear followers. May you all have a happy, safe night/day. I won’t be on tomorrow until later in the evening due to an appointment!
I know that I owe anniemilton, but do I owe anyone else? I don’t know, but if I do please let me know.
anniemiltonarchive asked: Sometimes. I went against my nature. I broke rules. I rebelled. I disappointed Him. He's certainly not happy with me. I think that's the only good thing about Him being away,
Inias dipped his head. “I don’t believe He has condemned you. Perhaps your brothers and sisters have, but I do not think that you have fallen out of favor with the Lord.” He smiled, a reaches-the-eyes sort of smile, and laughed. “Heaven knows we have all rebelled in our own way.”
anniemiltonarchive asked: Yes, my memories started merging then. Mostly my fears from Father. They tried many things to try to heal her, but it was beyond their help. I only remembered who I was years later. She's not all gone, no. Like I said, we were always the same. But sometimes I still have the same fear I had back then.
Inias nodded, content. He is unsure of how to continue, and pauses for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. “Do you fear our Father, Annie?”
iwatchthebeesnow asked: More than just the bees, Inias.
Inias raised his eyebrows, a smile tugging at his lips. “What has caught your attention now, brother?”
anniemiltonarchive asked: My- -corrects herself- /Her/ parents loved her very much. I believe she would have been very happy if it weren't for me. She only survived 2 years before I started affecting her. Then the nightmares began. About her father not being her Father.
“Is this the point in time where your memories began to merge?” Inias paused for a moment, trying to remember how it had felt to gain control over his vessel. It had been so sudden, so complete that he couldn’t explain it. “Is she gone now?”
anniemiltonarchive asked: I have grown very fond of her. If you were to think of her as a vessel with prior memories, I suppose her memories would be the ones I had while I was human. Before I remembered who I was. They are different from the memories I have as an angel. I guess I felt the need to separate those two moments so I let her have those moments as if they were hers. Does it make sense?
Inias paused for a moment before smiling. “Yes, I suppose it does. What was she like before you remembered?”
