[ castiel follows the pale line of connor's arm up to the moon, the other poolgoers white noise in his periphery. one moon is familiar. the other is not. he stares at the orbiting body that looks like a bit of pocked white eggshell and tries to remember what he was told about how the diffusion zones work, about the warnings they were given, but he was only half-listening and can't quite recall.
the water is cool on his skin. he can't quite feel it. ]
no subject
the water is cool on his skin. he can't quite feel it. ]
You might disappear.