hard to live in the city

[priorcommitment]

Within the city, the park is one of Ishiah's favorite places to go. There's something about having an open space surrounded by frenzied movement that appeals to his sensibilities, enjoying the idea of having an oasis amid the chaos. It allows him to keep a closer eye on people as well, tracking those whom he can — that list, unfortunately, seems to grow fewer by the day. Something about this place keeps on stamping down on his abilities.

It's not the easiest process to bear.

Still, he sits on a bench in the middle of the park, learning to suppress his anger, which has surfaced all too often as of late. Too many variables completely out of his control. Too much that he needs to try and learn, but can't guarantee that he will.

When he glances up and catches sight of Castiel in the distance, it's calming, because at least their greeting is one thing he knows is under his control.

"Castiel," he says, lifting his chin in beckoning and gesturing to the empty space beside him on the bench.

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[godless_son]

Castiel nods, flying to sit beside Ishiah with a flutter of his wings. Much has happened, and as he understands it Robin and Ishiah were as manipulated as any of the rest of them. There is still no excuse for how blind Castiel had been, but he is determined to increase his vigilance. Especially after the developments as of late between Dean and himself.

"Hello Ishiah," he says, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches children play on a nearby playground. "I heard that you paid Dean a visit."