Fic post! : D
Title: Love is the red rose of .
Author: moi meme,
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mrs_toro_or Beta : lovely
DALiM Fandom: Supernatural Pairing
: CastielxDean
Raiting PG
Disclaimer: I do not belong, are all of my love-Kripke and the CW.
Crossposted : soon to be somewhere else, probably EFP and some other bad place where I accept it.
Notes : That is, even if late (but less than the others xD), the bday! Fic for my lovely
faithina . Sorry if you Kriptica, sorry if it's probably delirious and incomprehensible ... I hope you will appreciate, however-or if you want, pull the tomatoes, do not insult me. I owe you because I do not know what else to give you, and why you are a magnificent donnah and you deserve it. \u0026lt;333
Every rose has its thorns, I think.
Everything good, everything good has always a dark side. There is always something to keep hidden, there is always something wrong.
A man with a wonderful life, a beautiful house, a beautiful family may be the saddest man in the world and wonderful family that might not ever know.
But perhaps, perhaps hiding the rose is a rose no more plugs so generic. Perhaps the rose thorns that hides most of the other is red as blood, intense and intoxicating.
I found it, the red rose. He was all alone in the middle of a garden bare and dry, shining in the grass dry and withered flowers. He seemed to radiate a red light and strong, seemed to be still there and I looked, it seemed that I tried.
When I entered the garden the first time I saw only the misery, the sadness, the gray that permeated. I looked around and could not understand why a place could be heaven seem so corrupt and dead.
Then I saw her.
I approached cautiously watched her, watched her for a long time. I could not understand why the petals were the most red and softer, I could not understand why her fragrance was the most beautiful and sweet, and passionate.
and took it.
Its hidden thorns pricked my fingers, they bleed but in spite of everything he did as bad as I expected.
Only then I realized that nothing is really as it seems, that it was not easy to love him the same way that it was not easy to hold a red rose without getting stung.
In that moment, at that exact moment I looked into the rose, I looked deep and saw the horror, the darkness and sadness. The soft petals were only a facade to mask the complexity of inner and gave me a fool not to have understood before.
When I looked into his eyes for a second time I saw the light beyond the darkness of happiness hid behind the sadness, the good he had done beyond horror.
I realized that would not be easy to manage. I realized that it was not easy to handle myself, all the new emotions that warmed me inside and made me dizzy, and I knew it would not be easy to manage him.
Not that there's never been able, however.
I wanted to try to rationalize everything, to make sense of things, but I found out maybe a little 'late that we had no sense at all.
Love, and the reddest rose scented garden of emotions, we can not understand. You can not manage, can not be commanded. There is no full stop. Overwhelm you like a river, comes down on you like a bolt from the blue, you upset the life and soul.
Love is the storm and quiet, love is the passion and the sweetness, love is the red of the rose and its scent.
Now I understand, finally, I fully understood that in the end I can never really understand.
The only thing I can do is let this feeling inside of me food, give me the strength to fight and go forward.
The only thing I can do is protect the most important thing for me in the world, love her with all my might, give it everything I have.
I'll be there until the end, I'll be there at the end of the day, I'll be there when all this huge mess is over.
-called Earth Cass, Cass called Earth! -
Dean-Sorry, I was absently-
Until the end, with the scent of the petals and with all the thorns that can hurt me.
Everything good, everything good has always a dark side. There is always something to keep hidden, there is always something wrong.
A man with a wonderful life, a beautiful house, a beautiful family may be the saddest man in the world and wonderful family that might not ever know.
But perhaps, perhaps hiding the rose is a rose no more plugs so generic. Perhaps the rose thorns that hides most of the other is red as blood, intense and intoxicating.
I found it, the red rose. He was all alone in the middle of a garden bare and dry, shining in the grass dry and withered flowers. He seemed to radiate a red light and strong, seemed to be still there and I looked, it seemed that I tried.
When I entered the garden the first time I saw only the misery, the sadness, the gray that permeated. I looked around and could not understand why a place could be heaven seem so corrupt and dead.
Then I saw her.
I approached cautiously watched her, watched her for a long time. I could not understand why the petals were the most red and softer, I could not understand why her fragrance was the most beautiful and sweet, and passionate.
and took it.
Its hidden thorns pricked my fingers, they bleed but in spite of everything he did as bad as I expected.
Only then I realized that nothing is really as it seems, that it was not easy to love him the same way that it was not easy to hold a red rose without getting stung.
In that moment, at that exact moment I looked into the rose, I looked deep and saw the horror, the darkness and sadness. The soft petals were only a facade to mask the complexity of inner and gave me a fool not to have understood before.
When I looked into his eyes for a second time I saw the light beyond the darkness of happiness hid behind the sadness, the good he had done beyond horror.
I realized that would not be easy to manage. I realized that it was not easy to handle myself, all the new emotions that warmed me inside and made me dizzy, and I knew it would not be easy to manage him.
Not that there's never been able, however.
I wanted to try to rationalize everything, to make sense of things, but I found out maybe a little 'late that we had no sense at all.
Love, and the reddest rose scented garden of emotions, we can not understand. You can not manage, can not be commanded. There is no full stop. Overwhelm you like a river, comes down on you like a bolt from the blue, you upset the life and soul.
Love is the storm and quiet, love is the passion and the sweetness, love is the red of the rose and its scent.
Now I understand, finally, I fully understood that in the end I can never really understand.
The only thing I can do is let this feeling inside of me food, give me the strength to fight and go forward.
The only thing I can do is protect the most important thing for me in the world, love her with all my might, give it everything I have.
I'll be there until the end, I'll be there at the end of the day, I'll be there when all this huge mess is over.
-called Earth Cass, Cass called Earth! -
Dean-Sorry, I was absently-
Until the end, with the scent of the petals and with all the thorns that can hurt me.
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