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ℭ𝔞𝔰ƚ𝔦𝔢𝔩 ([personal profile] foolintherain) wrote2021-08-31 03:17 pm

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"I can't answer my phone right now, but you know what to do."
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cas has to earn that gift

[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-18 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He swallows and nods, gesturing for Cas to take a seat on the floor. Because Bolin doesn't have furniture. In fact, he doesn't have much of a house, either. They are, in fact, underground. In a burrow some ten feet underneath The Raccoon Room club in Cellar Door.

The chamber is about 10ft x 10ft and juust deep enough for Bolin to stand (Sorry Castiel, you may have to hunch, Bolin isn't very tall), illuminated by three decently bright lunar lights. His bedroll lays neatly folded up against the far wall, a mix of straw mattress, disused velvet curtains from the club, and other assorted bedding he's collected. His desk, a wide plank of wood elevated about a foot off the ground on some stone, is strewn with Rocky Horror scripts, costumes and plans; and there is another 'table' with some various household tools. A pot and pan, some casks of water, his bags, clothes and some food.

There is no central fire pit, knowing that the smoke would suffocate him underground, but the first step of the stairs behind him is black with char where he has had fire and been able to feed it from the door kept open a crack. And while Bo hasn't been down there very long, it's been long enough to source and install a series of copper pipes across the ceiling and through to street level for fresh air.

It's basic and bare, but it's dry and safe from detection and attack. The pipes create a draft which isn't great but mean he can breathe, and there are a few blobs of cooled magma on the ground near his bedroll and more by his desk which is how he's been staying warm.

Which makes more sense once he picks a few pebbles out of the earthen floor, which float in the palm of his hand and rotate in a circle faster and faster until they super heat and phase change into molten lava. A burst of heat blooms from the trick and he lays the puddle on the ground with no hint of discomfort. Just an every day task for him, who moves on and fills his small pot with fresh water and tea leaves. No tea he is familiar with, distinctly Trenchian and Other, but it's decent.

Pabu, Bolin's omen, a small red ball of fluff somewhere between a red panda and a ferret, watches all of this take place from his nest on top of Bolin's bedding. Alert but docile.

Working quickly, and the water boiling in no time at all, tea is made in just a minute or two and he carefully pours a cup for Castiel and then himself with the rugged for of ceremony given by a young man who has no idea how to deal with someone like the angel he's summoned. He's trying, though. And why it all may be completely unnecessary, the effort and respect is there anyway.]
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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-18 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's an ability Bolin has no reason to hide. He's been an earth elemental his entire life. The lava stuff didn't come until later but he's glad for it. Without a source of heat he would have frozen solid in this hole weeks ago.

A hole he shouldn't really be in, to be fair. It's a stop gap until he finds a place that feels right or in't attached to a warmblood hating landlord. He's fought with his brother about it a lot lately, so now he's staying in this hole out of spite. This is a spite hole.]


I am.

[No maybes, Dean means a lot to him. Bolin has no secrets or deceptions, he is exactly as he seems. One of those rare golden hearts.

Dean reminds him a lot of his own older brother but yells at him a lot less. Maybe a reason he feels such kinship to the man. Dean has never let him down. He's always given a helpful ear and his dedication to the show has been incredible.]


We're doing the musical together. He's never missed a rehearsal but I haven't been able to get a hold of him at all this week and that isn't like him. Is he okay?

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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-18 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[In all fairness Bolin has never met a spirit that looked remotely human so he has very little point of reference.

Doesn't matter, that isn't what he's focused on. Castiel's words have his stopped cold and the sudden lump in his throat makes it near impossible to force out a noise.]


W-what?
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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-19 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]

I'm so sorry too-
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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-19 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[This young man of barely twenty years has enough tears for the both of them as he leans into the touch like an anchor. Like a vessel for all the grief that should, and will, be poured out for their fallen friend.

Dean's chances of coming back- and Bolin, too, has to believe that he will- is a relief and brings some solace, but barely helps to stop the pain of the here and now.

He crushes his eyes closed as hard as he can, wiping at the tears he can't contain. He isn't embarrassed as he hides his eyes with his wrist, but he is about to lose what little grasp on them he has.]
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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-19 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Bolin snuffles, begging his tears to stop or calm enough for him to function. Selfishly, he doesn't want Castiel to go, though there is nothing to keep him here. The prospect of being left alone with this pain feels terrifying. He and Mako are fighting so it isn't as though he can go running to his brother, not after fighting so hard for him to go away.

Bolin is a social creature. He is warm and group oriented. Charismatic and future forward and loyal to a fault. Being alone? He doesn't do so well. Being alone in despair? A recipe for disaster.

Maybe it's pity that prompts Castiel to offer. Or maybe, Bolin thinks, Castiel feels the same way. He's Dean's partner, after all; present in everything Dean does. In the way he lights up when he talks about His Angel. The sunshine in his voice and flushed, bashful face whenever it comes up. The steadfast belief that Castiel would come to Bolin if he called, so sure that he could fix anything.

And Bolin believed him.

But he doesn't think Cas can fix this. He can't snap and summon Dean back before he's ready... but companionship, grieving together, maybe that's the next best thing. And maybe this great spirit, like all spirits can be, is in the agony of loss with no one else to understand.

Bo can't begin to think himself on that same level, he's a friend but it isn't quite the same and he respects that. Still, he's grateful.

He takes a shaky breath, snuffling back the sob that is just desperate to get out, and nods.]


I'd l-like that a lot.
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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-20 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bolin looks from Cas to Pabu and sucks his teeth to make a small squeak. Pabu is up and over in a heartbeat, bounding up Bolin's shoulder and down into the protective warmth of his shirt. It's fine. They do this all the time. Pabu, besides being an omen and this a literal extension of Bolin, really is an extension of Bolin. He is always near by, and very often exactly where he is now, a lump of fire ferret against the man's stomach, held in by a green sash belt.]

Thanks, he's important to me.

[Goes without saying but Bolin is a very open book, and takes the offered hand. Fingers. Why three.

He isn't sure where they're going or what, exactly, they're going to do.. but anything is better than sitting here.]
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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2021-12-22 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well look if you stick your fingers out like that he's going to take them. It just is what it is.

But also Bolin is the kind of person who just takes things without realizing. While he's distracted you can hand him just about anything and he won't question it until it's way too late. There have been many pranks at his expense because of it.

What he is not expecting is the sudden, sideways gut thump of teleportation and when they land he counts his lucky stars he didn't pee himself. What the heck--

Castiel really is a great spirit, holy moly..

He looks around, wide eyed before the angel guides him and he moves without hesitation. Bolin has never been to Earworm but by everyone's clothes and the giant slug on stage he's sure they're still in trench.

It's like a two minute walk, was the blinking really necessary??]


Where are we?
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[personal profile] pabugotmoves 2022-01-07 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh Damn. We're going hard, huh. Just like that?

Just like that, apparently.

But you know what? Fuck it. This moment is as good as any. Usually Bo drowns his feelings in noodles but this feels like the adult version of that and he's ready.

They don't have to speak much. What is there to say? So he nods and drinks and coughs because oh- oh spirits that is- that is like swallowing a boar-u-pine backwards.]


Hoooooooooooo--

[Cough, hack, IT BURNS! He slaps his hand on the bar a few times while his eyes well up but once he's got control of himself and he's fair sure he isn't going to throw up he grabs his glass and thrusts it forward.]

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