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badbastion) wrote2012-10-06 03:00 pm
badbastion) wrote2012-10-06 03:00 pm
climbing mountains lying down [SPN fanart, Sam/Castiel, PG]
Title: climbing mountains lying down
Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badbastion
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Spoilers: none, unless you don't know Castiel
Rating: PG, clothed men kissing.
Warnings: None.
Summary: curtain!art: Castiel loves his practical, comfortable pajamas almost as much as he loves Sam. Small Sam/Cas ficlet also.
Ficlet more related to my previous post :)
After everything fell apart and then was put together again, Castiel often sought out Sam Winchester's company. Sam was tired, exhausted by the mere existence of the world, and prone to long silences. Sometimes overwhelmed by the world himself, Castiel sank with relief into those silences, sitting nearby with his eyes closed. He listened to Sam breathe, or pages turning, or keys clicking. He listened to Sam's blood move through his veins.
The blood still held the taint, faded though it was, but after knowing Sam as he did and after becoming something less than angel, but more than human, the taint no longer stirred revulsion inside him. Now it was just a part of Sam, no more unattractive than the moles on his face, the premature streaks of silver in his hair, the deep scars that spanned his back. Perhaps it was exactly as attractive. However, none of these was as lovely as his soul; it called to Castiel, linked as they were now by circumstance and time and trauma, and by the quiet affinity they shared.
"Sam," he said one night, sitting near an open window and letting the sound of the wind over water be his accompaniment to Sam's silence tonight. Quiet affinity, and an even quieter longing.
Sam looked up and swept untidy hair out of his face. "Castiel?" It wasn't as if they never spoke, but it had become a rare thing.
"You should know that I hold feelings for you." Castiel held Sam's gaze, hoping that his eyes would show his sincerity.
Sam's eyes widened, and Castiel could see the capillaries in them, snaking red across his sclera from too little sleep. "I, uh... " Blood rushed to his face, tainted, and pink like soft rose petals over his cheeks, and the scent of wild roses--Heaven--wafted across Castiel's memory.
"There's no need to speak on it now," Castiel said. "We have time."
They had time; time to speak, and to become close, and to love each other in that same wordless way. Finally, a year later, when Sam awoke to find Castiel perched on his bed, watching him, he surged upward and gripped onto Castiel's lapels. Castiel had time to feel the tautness, the tingling anticipation before Sam pressed their lips together. Sweet like Castiel had not expected, and the feeling washed down through his body in a way that he'd never thought possible, from one small touch of skin on skin.
"Sam," he whispered when they parted, and "Please," Sam said. Castiel stayed with him until the sun went down, and until it came up again. And Sam awoke to find Castiel watching him.
A/N: I am breaking my own rule to make my posts 2-3 days apart. But #sassyweek2012 is almost over, and it just feels right to post this one today. Title provided byamber1960 and dolnmoon.
Artist:
badbastionPairing: Sam/Castiel
Spoilers: none, unless you don't know Castiel
Rating: PG, clothed men kissing.
Warnings: None.
Summary: curtain!art: Castiel loves his practical, comfortable pajamas almost as much as he loves Sam. Small Sam/Cas ficlet also.
Ficlet more related to my previous post :)
After everything fell apart and then was put together again, Castiel often sought out Sam Winchester's company. Sam was tired, exhausted by the mere existence of the world, and prone to long silences. Sometimes overwhelmed by the world himself, Castiel sank with relief into those silences, sitting nearby with his eyes closed. He listened to Sam breathe, or pages turning, or keys clicking. He listened to Sam's blood move through his veins.
The blood still held the taint, faded though it was, but after knowing Sam as he did and after becoming something less than angel, but more than human, the taint no longer stirred revulsion inside him. Now it was just a part of Sam, no more unattractive than the moles on his face, the premature streaks of silver in his hair, the deep scars that spanned his back. Perhaps it was exactly as attractive. However, none of these was as lovely as his soul; it called to Castiel, linked as they were now by circumstance and time and trauma, and by the quiet affinity they shared.
"Sam," he said one night, sitting near an open window and letting the sound of the wind over water be his accompaniment to Sam's silence tonight. Quiet affinity, and an even quieter longing.
Sam looked up and swept untidy hair out of his face. "Castiel?" It wasn't as if they never spoke, but it had become a rare thing.
"You should know that I hold feelings for you." Castiel held Sam's gaze, hoping that his eyes would show his sincerity.
Sam's eyes widened, and Castiel could see the capillaries in them, snaking red across his sclera from too little sleep. "I, uh... " Blood rushed to his face, tainted, and pink like soft rose petals over his cheeks, and the scent of wild roses--Heaven--wafted across Castiel's memory.
"There's no need to speak on it now," Castiel said. "We have time."
They had time; time to speak, and to become close, and to love each other in that same wordless way. Finally, a year later, when Sam awoke to find Castiel perched on his bed, watching him, he surged upward and gripped onto Castiel's lapels. Castiel had time to feel the tautness, the tingling anticipation before Sam pressed their lips together. Sweet like Castiel had not expected, and the feeling washed down through his body in a way that he'd never thought possible, from one small touch of skin on skin.
"Sam," he whispered when they parted, and "Please," Sam said. Castiel stayed with him until the sun went down, and until it came up again. And Sam awoke to find Castiel watching him.
A/N: I am breaking my own rule to make my posts 2-3 days apart. But #sassyweek2012 is almost over, and it just feels right to post this one today. Title provided by
amber1960 and dolnmoon.
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Sam's hair is gorgeous and laying out like that makes me think of that song by Dave Mathews band .. the line: "And I'll let your hair fall all around me"... Yeah Sam you do that. (or the wording is very close to that)
The lil story about the pic is so sweet and loving.. Schmoopy to be exact and very well written.Your words are nice, I like how you strung your words together like sentences and the punctuation is almost orgasmic. Kudos darlin for an amazing job all around.
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LOL, I'm glad you enjoyed my sentences, I worked hard to get them in the proper order, before adding the end punctuations, so it's nice to see that someone appreciates that!
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Edited for coherence. This is almost...idk, ethereal. Fragile and broken and perfect and this is not all that coherent, but I love everything on this page so very much that you'll have to forgive me.
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Thank you!
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Also, love Sam's hair.
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I love the lack of bright color in this, and that they are clothed. Sounds odd, but it's very sweet, adorable and so innocent...well, maybe not innocent, but yeah, kinda.
I think anyone kissing Sam wins at life. *sighs happily* Even Castiel.
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I like clothed kissing too - it's so, like, domestic. LIke it doesn't have to be passionate, doesn't have to be "we gotta have sex right now!", but it's kissing just to kiss. Which I love for these two, because I feel like kissing would be a *very* intimate thing for Castiel.
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posting your shit daily
making me feel shit
fuck everything
The blood still held the taint, faded though it was, but after knowing Sam as he did and after becoming something less than angel, but more than human, the taint no longer stirred revulsion inside him. Now it was just a part of Sam, no more unattractive than the moles on his face, the premature streaks of silver in his hair, the deep scars that spanned his back. Perhaps it was exactly as attractive. However, none of these was as lovely as his soul; it called to Castiel, linked as they were now by circumstance and time and trauma, and by the quiet affinity they shared.
fuck
everything
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I'm really, really glad you liked that passage :) It felt really good to write.
Thank you!
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There will be more livestreams. Probably one tomorrow :)
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And Sam's hair is never not amazing, but here especially it's like rivulets spilling on his pillow. <3
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Thank you very much!
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but after knowing Sam as he did and after becoming something less than angel, but more than human, the taint no longer stirred revulsion inside him. Now it was just a part of Sam
It really gets to the core of where I see this pairing coming from.
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Ooh, thanks for this, it was very lovely <3
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You don't see many Sassy fan art so I thank you for making some.
I always need my fix for them!
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And the art...
fit the fic perfectly.
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