[Castiel commands the energy in the room so fully. Bolin can feel it now, warmblood or not. Appearances or not. There's a strength in the way the man moves, an agelessness he's seen before in the corner of Korra's eye when she thought no one was looking. Korra who's past lives all live within her. Or.. did. But that isn't the story here. It's a familiar sort of feeling, though.
Or maybe he's just feeling the weight of incredible grief. It drops through him into the ground and suddenly he feels so heavy.
Dean is dead. His body is gone. There will be no funeral. He can't even say goodbye.
The weight of it all crushes against Bolin's lungs and for a moment he isn't able to draw air. He, like his visitor, is unable to keep hold of his tea and sets it on the floor with numb fingers. Unlike Castiel, Bolin's emotions are tied to his body in an incredibly reactive way and tears are already starting to sting in his eyes. The breath he can't take buckles into a desperate gasp and he holds it with a small whine before it can develop fully.]
I'm-
[Gasp, whine. He's trying, here. Soft and emotional in the face of so many tough, closed men.]
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Or maybe he's just feeling the weight of incredible grief. It drops through him into the ground and suddenly he feels so heavy.
Dean is dead. His body is gone. There will be no funeral. He can't even say goodbye.
The weight of it all crushes against Bolin's lungs and for a moment he isn't able to draw air. He, like his visitor, is unable to keep hold of his tea and sets it on the floor with numb fingers. Unlike Castiel, Bolin's emotions are tied to his body in an incredibly reactive way and tears are already starting to sting in his eyes. The breath he can't take buckles into a desperate gasp and he holds it with a small whine before it can develop fully.]
I'm-
[Gasp, whine. He's trying, here. Soft and emotional in the face of so many tough, closed men.]
I'm so sorry too-