[ Watching the creature respond to Bolin so readily and make itself at home in his shirt is actually adorable, and Castiel looks a bit wistful. It must be nice to be that close to one's omen. Castiel's (if that's what the three-eyed wolf that watches him from the shadows is) is far more distant.
He's disturbed from his thoughts when Bolin grabs his hand. ]
That's not— ...Alright.
[ Awkward, definitely, but Castiel looks at their joined hands for a moment before deciding that sure, this is fine. He clasps Bolin's hand more fully, and just then, in an instant, there's a burst of wind, a sideways tug, like a fishing line attached to Bolin's stomach is being suddenly pulled taut. The room goes rainbow-black, like an oil slick film coated on the back of Bolin's eyes, and then—
In the blink of an eye, they're somewhere else entirely. They haven't left Cellar Door, but they're in a very noisy bar called Earmworm. The lights flash neon and there's familiar, energetic music playing Bolin's ear, customized to his preference. Cas hears the first jumpy chords of The Song Remains the Same, and with a reassuring hand on Bolin's back, he guides him along towards the bar. ]
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[ Watching the creature respond to Bolin so readily and make itself at home in his shirt is actually adorable, and Castiel looks a bit wistful. It must be nice to be that close to one's omen. Castiel's (if that's what the three-eyed wolf that watches him from the shadows is) is far more distant.
He's disturbed from his thoughts when Bolin grabs his hand. ]
That's not— ...Alright.
[ Awkward, definitely, but Castiel looks at their joined hands for a moment before deciding that sure, this is fine. He clasps Bolin's hand more fully, and just then, in an instant, there's a burst of wind, a sideways tug, like a fishing line attached to Bolin's stomach is being suddenly pulled taut. The room goes rainbow-black, like an oil slick film coated on the back of Bolin's eyes, and then—
In the blink of an eye, they're somewhere else entirely. They haven't left Cellar Door, but they're in a very noisy bar called Earmworm. The lights flash neon and there's familiar, energetic music playing Bolin's ear, customized to his preference. Cas hears the first jumpy chords of The Song Remains the Same, and with a reassuring hand on Bolin's back, he guides him along towards the bar. ]