#se15

SE15 is the postcode

About a favourite place, I really live the parks. I come from a city in Argentina that has a lot of parks and squares, so for me it's nice I live a few blocks from Peckham rye park.

Here is a pic I took today on a walk with a friend.

“I love you Dean...more than you can know...it’s the only way I know how to exist…” Cas said as he approached Dean’s personal space, reaching for his hand and tentatively caressing his freckled fingers. Then making his way up to gently holding the side of his face and gazing intently into widened green irises.

“I want to have you, every morning, every night of every day for the remainder of your existence...and mine...But, I need you to want me too,” he said with a weak, self-deprecating chuckle. “Or at least be able to look at me...that’s all I would need Dean. I’ve taken and craved every ounce of affection you’ve thrown my way...however small. It was enough.” Dropping his hand he backed slightly out of Dean’s personal space, dropping his hand.

Dean immediately felt colder, and lost in his own his own emotion and stubbornness. The lack of practice of working through his feelings catching up with him in a big way - and possibly costing him the biggest loss of his life. He knew what he needed and longed for was just at the edges of his mind and heart, cloaked in a curtain he didn’t know how, didn’t want to, was afraid to and needed desperately to open. The slow process of working through the loss of his mother again, a child for the first time, and the possibility that one of the most important relationships in his life may have been fabricated taking its sweet, agonizing time.

Cas was usually able to wait for Dean to process. He knows he’s a good man. The best human he’s known. He still believes that. Would give anything to hold the Righteous Man in his arms.

He’s just coming to terms with the very real possibility that whatever love he might have previously seen in Dean for him...may have finally died. But looking at him now, well, anytime he looks at him...good God above if he isn’t the most divine, beautiful creature Cas has seen.

Maybe the most right thing Chuck has managed to do.

Even now if Dean calls...he will come. He has come. He supposes that may make him “whipped” as humans say, but, well...I guess that’s just another thing he can’t seem to do right.

He can’t stop loving Dean Winchester.

But to look at him...and see nothing but anger, resentment, disappointment and disgust...when he used to see fondness, affection, relief and trust...that’s hard to look at...it’s hard to be around.

Now his heart breaks a little every time he meets green eyes when at times they have been the only source of joy...

“But the light, the affection...the love I used to see when I looked back at you...has grown so dim...And you feel worlds apart from me, despite you standing right here in front of me. Despite us sharing the same space almost daily...Wherever this leads...apart or together...some part of me will long for the day I see that light in your eyes again. Alight with trust...affection...love.

Gentrification

Whilst travelling down the old kent road one late night, I was peckish and thought I take a trip down to Walworth road. Having worked in this area for a decade, I thought it would be nice to take a trip down memory lane.

I took the opportunity to capture a few photos as I could see that new properties were being developed and it was only a matter of time before the old Aylesbury becomes a memory.