𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗅

He breathes a sigh of relief and takes the jacket before wrapping himself in it. The imagery is reminiscent of a child dressing up in his father's clothes.

"Thanks. We should get out of here, you don't wanna be stuck inside."

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"My boss decided to chew me out, that's all. Nothing new."

Cas spots his shirt, picking it up before noticing the blood spatter down the front. He hastily folds the fabric to hide the staining.

"Do you... have a jacket I could borrow? My shirt's... wet."

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Cas picks himself up, avoiding Rose's eyes as he searches the room for his shirt.

"Kinda hard to just walk by and end up in a building, you wanna try that one again?"

@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social

"For fuck's sake, I'm done. I just... I need a damn minute to myself!"

Cassiel looks up, stunned to find, mercifully, that it's not his boss he just gave a mouthful to.

"...Oh, it's you. Rose, right? What are you doing here?"

|| I don't think Cas enjoys anything he does at the moment, but he accepted a god into his body 😏

» plunged into darkness, then the room illuminates, revealing not one, but many versions of what is unmistakably Nate's true body.

Reflections, he realises.

"Nate, I know where your body is!" he calls after the jackal. "I just saw it in a vision!"

He smiles gently, then follows after Nate, only making it a few paces before he's struck by a vision.

Carnival lights flicker overhead, a merry tune playing through the loudspeakers as a large fluffy mascot with one giant eye wanders around and interacts with the attendees.

For a moment, he's »

|| Shame, Cas would benefit from being tamed

Who said that—

|| Nate's growing desire to trap Cassiel in his own mind because he's a brat. 😌

» you're stuck with a whiny human that wants too much. I get it. Let's get out of here and widen our search, I'll ask around properly this time."

"Hey..."

After checking out what's definitely the remains of a crime scene but concluding Nate's body isn't there, Cassiel returns to him.

He crouches, taking the jackal's face in his hands.

"I'm sorry. I know this is hard for you. Your body clock is ticking down, you don't know where it is and »

» for a second as the memory swept over him. It would be nice to go back to that, if he's not headed too far in the opposite direction.

Taking a spell to just focus on himself, he trailed his fingertips across his skin, trying to feel wanted again.

"Yes, because being beaten and spat on by my old boss was working for me," Cas replied sarcastically, stalking deeper into the forest.

His mind chose to push him back to the sweeter moments with Nate, the teasing touches and enticing words.

He leant back against a tree, closing his eyes »

For a split second, the light returns to Cas' eyes, tears streaming down his face, then they go dull again and his grip constricts completely.

In that case, he'll stay. But, if he's being honest, he wouldn't mind being nibbled a bit.

How often can one say they've been under the fangs of *The* Lestat?

"If everything goes to plan, I should at least get a week off," Cas responds with a tired smile. "Stay safe, Rich. Have sweet dreams tonight."

He leans back on the Hellcat, watching Richie with gentle eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

It doesn't look like Cas is even in there anymore. Blue veins line his face, and he stares down at Richie with empty eyes as his fingers close around the other's throat with increasing pressure.

Maybe he'll... give this concert a miss, actually.

🖤

» a liberating feeling at first. He wasn't dead, he'd just been pulled into their realm and therefore couldn't hurt me anymore. But then, they pointed out that he could come back if I didn't repay the favour. That they could be just as bad as him. I realised I'd taken on a debt I couldn't repay..."

"Yep. The modelling is... actually the reason I ended up being bound to the evil people from beyond. My boss was an abusive man, like, physically, emotionally, and the rest. One day, I begged anyone who was listening to save me from him. They... were listening."

Cas sighs quietly.

"It was such »

|| I think my next thing to watch is Cinderella's Castle. 👀

But honestly? Workin' Boys, 10/10 no notes.

Jeff Blim is an unhinged maniac and I'm here for it.

Anyway, after... watching a character slowly bleed to death... it's time for sleep. ✨

...why do I do this to myself? 😂

"Even if I had a basement, I wouldn't put anyone in it. Have you noticed that quite a lot of yandere media begins with 'Oh, you're awake' and the character wakes up in the basement? Because I have. I'm never even going to houses with basements, just in case."

"The Cineplex workers are jerks," Cas remarks wryly, slowing to a halt as they reach Richie's street. "You're better off out of there. But yeah, I've been in several magazines at this point. It's weird being almost famous but not quite? I like it though, couldn't handle full fame."

|| Yeah, I think I've run out of Hatchetfield things for now. 👀

|| Stone faces and empty eyes, and blue veins.

I'm thinking Workin' Boys has Pokey written all over it.

"Of course it's okay, I'm not going to dictate who you sit with."

He slows the pace as they drop onto a quieter street.

"I've got a late night shoot. Probably should've told you sooner, I'm a part-time model. My boss has been pretty hands off lately, but he still likes to see me."

"I was thinking more, at the door, Rich."

Cas chuckles softly, smoothly transfering lanes as he indicates.

"As in, I drop you off outside your house and leave? I got stuff to do tonight. But I'm absolutely having lunch with you tomorrow."