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waywarddone2024-09-20 07:08 pm
heydemon) wrote in waywarddone2024-09-20 07:08 pm
"That's very thoughtful of you. What's going to happen to you is that I'll sew your mouth shut." He cupped the side of Raphael's face and made him tilt his head, not bothered by him having closed his eyes. "Then I'll whip you bloody, my boy, for every insolence your pesky human has thrown my way."
Right now, Sam was glowering at him, but keeping his mouth shut. Biding his time, perhaps.
"Then you'll have been punished enough. Then I can start interrogating him. I think I've missed out on his importance a little."
Right now, Sam was glowering at him, but keeping his mouth shut. Biding his time, perhaps.
"Then you'll have been punished enough. Then I can start interrogating him. I think I've missed out on his importance a little."
The bravery left his body and Raphael somehow went paler as Lazar unfolded his fate to him. He snivelled and tried to curl into himself but it was impossible to move under Lazar. Sam was a mistake. He was making a mistake. And now he was going to be whipped with barely any grace.
His bravado crumbled and he hitched a small sob. "Please." Fuck. "I didn't mean it..."
His bravado crumbled and he hitched a small sob. "Please." Fuck. "I didn't mean it..."
"Oh, I think you meant it. That leaves only two options, my boy. Either you are not as broken as you pretended to be for so long or you really, really care about that human." What an interesting possibility the latter one was. "Which option is it?"
He crouched down and, yes, he produced the needle, already threaded, His finger was gentle when it brushed over Raphael's lips.
Sam hissed in sympathy, wishing he could intervene.
He crouched down and, yes, he produced the needle, already threaded, His finger was gentle when it brushed over Raphael's lips.
Sam hissed in sympathy, wishing he could intervene.
He thought he was broken too. And yet it all came out when Sam was in danger. He wanted to save him and he hated himself for it. He felt the needle pierce his lip and knew it was going to hurt like hell when being whipped later. When he cried out like this, it pulled and hurt even more.
He really cared about Sam. Damn it. That was going to make his time here worse.
Raphael tried to slur apologies through the stitches but he knew that wouldn't help. It was too late. His low grace made every stitch hurt more than it ever had before.
He really cared about Sam. Damn it. That was going to make his time here worse.
Raphael tried to slur apologies through the stitches but he knew that wouldn't help. It was too late. His low grace made every stitch hurt more than it ever had before.
"Hush, my boy. You are only making it worse." Blood gathered in droplets around the stitches and dripped to the ground, weeping blood like tears. Sam was watching with wide eyes, utterly horrified. Obviously, Lazar felt none of that.
Instead he gestured to the wall, expecting Raphael to obey. "Hold on to the ring. I want you to stay in place for your punishment."
Instead he gestured to the wall, expecting Raphael to obey. "Hold on to the ring. I want you to stay in place for your punishment."
Had Sam really been worth this? He had to ask himself as he crawled to the ring and held onto it, leaning his head against the wall and questioning his decisions. He hadn't been whipped in a long time because he'd been so good. One day with Sam and it all fell apart.
Sam was dangerous. He had to be careful. He had to avoid protecting him or he was going to suffer for it.
Sam was dangerous. He had to be careful. He had to avoid protecting him or he was going to suffer for it.
Lazar whipped Raphael the way he always did. He had more than enough practise. He reprimanded Sam once for looking away, otherwise he kept going at a steady pace, until all the marks crisscrossed with each other and made for a beautiful pattern. Then he leaned down, running a hand through Raphael's hair.
"Punishment is over. Now you can be good again."
He turned and gestured to Sam. "Come with me. Time to ask you some questions."
Sam got up, his face filled with concern while he looked at Raphael. He felt guilty, as he always did. He always brought pain and despair wherever he went.
"Punishment is over. Now you can be good again."
He turned and gestured to Sam. "Come with me. Time to ask you some questions."
Sam got up, his face filled with concern while he looked at Raphael. He felt guilty, as he always did. He always brought pain and despair wherever he went.
As humans were more fragile, in some ways, it meant that Lazar had to get more creative. Unfortunately it turned out that at least where torture was concerned, Lazar was very creative.
It was nothing that Sam couldn't handle. He kept telling himself that. He had been in the cage with Lucifer for longer than any human should even be alive. He had been through worse and he had come out the other side. Not stronger, no. But still alive. Still breathing. Still feeling. Still remembering too and this treatment was excellent at dragging up past memories.
But he didn't break and he gave him nothing and he still managed to walk at least a few steps alone when he got back to the cell. And once he fell to his knees, he crawled the last few metres to be next to Raphael, to look him over. It felt silly to check an angel's breathing, yet he did just that, while placing a gentle hand on an unharmed part of Raphael's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Matty hated when he apologised these days. He said he hated it because Sam had nothing to apologise for, yet Sam thought that truly he must hate it because it never ended and it made nothing better. Apologies were no use. Sam knew that misery spread from him, infecting anyone he got close to. "I'm so sorry, Raphael..."
It was nothing that Sam couldn't handle. He kept telling himself that. He had been in the cage with Lucifer for longer than any human should even be alive. He had been through worse and he had come out the other side. Not stronger, no. But still alive. Still breathing. Still feeling. Still remembering too and this treatment was excellent at dragging up past memories.
But he didn't break and he gave him nothing and he still managed to walk at least a few steps alone when he got back to the cell. And once he fell to his knees, he crawled the last few metres to be next to Raphael, to look him over. It felt silly to check an angel's breathing, yet he did just that, while placing a gentle hand on an unharmed part of Raphael's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Matty hated when he apologised these days. He said he hated it because Sam had nothing to apologise for, yet Sam thought that truly he must hate it because it never ended and it made nothing better. Apologies were no use. Sam knew that misery spread from him, infecting anyone he got close to. "I'm so sorry, Raphael..."
Raphael flinched at the touch and withdrew from Sam, his eyes still closed as he focused on getting through the pain and not giving in. His grace was healing him, sure, but it was healing him slowly. He whined lightly behind the stitches and pressed his face into the ground. His mouth still tasted like Lazar's boot and he hated it.
Sam's words were about usual. Kid always thought everything was his fault, it was who he was. And a spiteful, tiny part of Raphael felt like it was. He knew he was just being petty though, he made the choices, he provoked and he paid the price. Sam didn't do this to him.
Being aware of that spiteful part of him knocked him out of himself somewhat and he forced his eyes open, looking at Sam. He wasn't looking much better either. Damn, what did Lazar do to him?
Sam's words were about usual. Kid always thought everything was his fault, it was who he was. And a spiteful, tiny part of Raphael felt like it was. He knew he was just being petty though, he made the choices, he provoked and he paid the price. Sam didn't do this to him.
Being aware of that spiteful part of him knocked him out of himself somewhat and he forced his eyes open, looking at Sam. He wasn't looking much better either. Damn, what did Lazar do to him?
Sam flinched when Raphael looked at him. Perhaps it was his imagination that made him feel the judgement coming from them. All his sins and failures plain to see, measured and found wanting. He looked away and knew he was a coward for doing so. He had sat there and watched Raphael get punished. He had invaded his dreams and acted due to them. He had to face the consequences.
Pressing his lips together, he bit back another apology. They were no use to anyone and they had started to ring hollow to his ears long ago.
"I have some water." He gestured to the wall where he had the last food tray they'd brought him. "I can clean your wounds."
Pressing his lips together, he bit back another apology. They were no use to anyone and they had started to ring hollow to his ears long ago.
"I have some water." He gestured to the wall where he had the last food tray they'd brought him. "I can clean your wounds."
Raphael shook his head. Humans needed water to live and he was not wasting it on some blood. He was used to it, it stuck and itched for a few days and then Lazar showered him off. It wasn't worth it. Still, he saw the way Sam looked and saw him about to move so he reached out, against his better judgement. He touched Sam. Intentionally, with desire, he touched his wrist. Then he tightened his grip.
Making sure Sam was looking at him, he shook his head. Resources like that were precious for Sam and if Sam wasn't going to take care of himself, Raphael would have to do it.
There was enough blood on the floor for him to reach out with his finger and write to him. H20 = Sam
Making sure Sam was looking at him, he shook his head. Resources like that were precious for Sam and if Sam wasn't going to take care of himself, Raphael would have to do it.
There was enough blood on the floor for him to reach out with his finger and write to him. H20 = Sam
Sam stared at that message on the ground, written in blood, and the sheer awfulness of it all made tears spring to his eyes at the same time as he chuckled. He breathed in slowly to try and get his emotions back under control, looking at the hand holding on to his wrist. Were angels ever supposed to feel as cold as Raphael did right now?
He looked at him and smiled a little, sure that it would not reach his eyes. "Hey."
What could he really say in this fucked up situation? "So, an angel, a demon and a witch walk into a bar..."
He looked at him and smiled a little, sure that it would not reach his eyes. "Hey."
What could he really say in this fucked up situation? "So, an angel, a demon and a witch walk into a bar..."
Lazar was right, he wasn't a very good guardian. He couldn't protect Sam, he had no plan or idea on what to do and he had literally nothing to offer him. He wished he had grace to just rip himself and Sam out of hell but right now, he didn't have enough to make himself feel less sick. He was woozy, shivering, his head pounded but he looked at Sam.
An the joke set up, he smiled ever so slightly and shuffled close. He was still naked, he didn't have his clothes back on yet so he couldn't use his sleeve. He just raised his hand and used his thumb to remove the tear that was starting to fall from Sam's eye.
An the joke set up, he smiled ever so slightly and shuffled close. He was still naked, he didn't have his clothes back on yet so he couldn't use his sleeve. He just raised his hand and used his thumb to remove the tear that was starting to fall from Sam's eye.
"I forgot the rest. I was always bad with punchlines. Back in the day, I'd just make a fart noise. Always did the trick with Matty." His brother wasn't that sophisticated, Sam was fairly sure it would still work.
He was careful when he wrapped an arm around Raphael, not wanting to upset his wounds any further and not wanting to touch him any more than he felt comfortable with. But Raphael was cold, so cold. He knew angels were not supposed to ever shiver like this. "You are better at jokes. I can't believe how often you've made me laugh."
He was careful when he wrapped an arm around Raphael, not wanting to upset his wounds any further and not wanting to touch him any more than he felt comfortable with. But Raphael was cold, so cold. He knew angels were not supposed to ever shiver like this. "You are better at jokes. I can't believe how often you've made me laugh."
He made Sam laugh? Heh. He guessed he mostly remembered Sam being angry more than laughing but maybe he found more time to laugh at his jokes later, in private, after he was less angry. Then again, that time he sent the platypus into his motel room was comedy gold.
He braced himself under Sam's touch and then realised than Sam was willing to go to bat for him, willing to get hurt for him and wanted to comfort him. Sam wasn't going to suddenly beat him. Or, at least, he hoped not. He tried to force his muscles to relax and carefully, he shifted a bit closer to Sam. He cocked his head to the side and watched Sam for a second for any signs of rejection.
And then he rested his head against Sam's shoulder. Oh, the human was so warm.
He braced himself under Sam's touch and then realised than Sam was willing to go to bat for him, willing to get hurt for him and wanted to comfort him. Sam wasn't going to suddenly beat him. Or, at least, he hoped not. He tried to force his muscles to relax and carefully, he shifted a bit closer to Sam. He cocked his head to the side and watched Sam for a second for any signs of rejection.
And then he rested his head against Sam's shoulder. Oh, the human was so warm.
"You can close your eyes, Raphael. I'll take the first shift." He supposed Raphael wouldn't know what that meant, having never been human, having never been on the road. "We used to take turns sleeping. Still do. Whenever things are dicey. To keep each other safe."
And he knew that back in the day Matty would let him sleep longer, until Sam caught on and stubbornly started setting his own alarms. "That's what I promise. To keep an eye on you for the whole shift. So you're safe right now. Relax."
And he knew that back in the day Matty would let him sleep longer, until Sam caught on and stubbornly started setting his own alarms. "That's what I promise. To keep an eye on you for the whole shift. So you're safe right now. Relax."
Raphael shook his head. No. They were never safe. He kept his eyes closed and stayed against Sam though, just enjoying the warm that came from him and the way he smelled. Even after a day in hell, he smelled pretty damn good. Bloody, yeah, a bit sweaty but overall, that cologne he had was so nice.
He did fall asleep, waking up on and off, slowly warming against Sam. He reached one hand out to his chest and felt a swell of energy come from it. It made everything hurt that little less.
He did fall asleep, waking up on and off, slowly warming against Sam. He reached one hand out to his chest and felt a swell of energy come from it. It made everything hurt that little less.
I'm a little busy, love.
Use voice to text. The little microphone button.
Use voice to text. The little microphone button.
"Good God, it's just the button at the bottom, right by your little text box. We'll go over it later." How was Bobby this bad at texting? What sort of strange old man was he? It wasn't exactly brand new tech. "I was in a meeting so this better be good."
With a sigh, he put his phone in his pocket and walked up to Bobby, smiling a little.
"Either you're pining or the world is ending. I'm hoping for the first, expecting the second. Alas." Though it would have been nice to just get a little 'how are you?' call.
With a sigh, he put his phone in his pocket and walked up to Bobby, smiling a little.
"Either you're pining or the world is ending. I'm hoping for the first, expecting the second. Alas." Though it would have been nice to just get a little 'how are you?' call.
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