Fishblight Mire gold [m]

He was so fierce! Armand was so small, so young and yet he spoke to Castiel as a father would, instructing him to do as he wished and to lay still. Castiel leveled his blue eyes on the golden child, drinking in the look from his chestnut eyes. He was fearless, when Castiel would near cower under the weight of the emotions that Armand brought out in him. "Tell me what you would do." Because Castiel was unsure and needed the guidance - but he did not know if he wanted to relax fully and let Armand do as he pleased. Still, the male did not move or shift, he did not do anything yet.