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- 2013-07-28 15:01 (UTC) - ExpandSo, about this thing about you being a demon. You really are one, aren't you?
What exactly is it that demons do? Do you get super powers or something...Well I guess that would be more super heroes...but...
[ First of all, Crowley watches this video several times in quick succession. It's possible that his laughter can be heard from the hallway outside of his room.
When he sends his own video back, he smiling, but unlike his usual cruel and calculated grinning, it's clear he's been laughing. There's something just a twinge more... human about this smile. ]
Please drink some water, darling. You're going to feel this in the morning.
When he sends his own video back, he smiling, but unlike his usual cruel and calculated grinning, it's clear he's been laughing. There's something just a twinge more... human about this smile. ]
Please drink some water, darling. You're going to feel this in the morning.
[ Blake hasn't been around since the first night of the party, so he has no idea if Crowley's had his fill or not. Either way, he finds some time to text during the few hours he's got to himself. ]
Radio silence feels weird now. Have you been by the ballroom?
Radio silence feels weird now. Have you been by the ballroom?
[ Crowley's shaken. There are faces of dead prophets and lost friends and the feelings are overwhelming, so he naturally spent several hours high off his gourd alone in his room trying to process all the feelings that are being brought up by this. ]
I have. I've seen a whole host of familiar faces and I can't help wondering how long we'll get to keep them for this time.
Are you alright?
I have. I've seen a whole host of familiar faces and I can't help wondering how long we'll get to keep them for this time.
Are you alright?
I'll be there with bells on. ;)
[ True to his word, he's perfectly on time, knocking softly at the door. He's dressed down a bit, clean black slacks and a black dress shirt, but it's well-worn and the collar is unbuttoned. This is as casual as he goes short of something being wrong. ]
[ True to his word, he's perfectly on time, knocking softly at the door. He's dressed down a bit, clean black slacks and a black dress shirt, but it's well-worn and the collar is unbuttoned. This is as casual as he goes short of something being wrong. ]
[ Mirror!Kevin has looked up the Crowley on his side of the glass, and he's quickly realized that he is not the same, and so he's taken to hunting down the other Crowley. It isn't always easy to find him since the mirrors in his room are usually covered, but Kevin's had enough days to watch and pick up on some of his habits. He leaves a message on a mirror and plans to hang around and wait for Crowley to notice it. ]
Your mirror self is disappointing.
[ It took him a long time to decide on how to broach the conversation, but he figures he shouldn't play all his cards at once. Maybe this Crowley won't even be receptive to him, since his memories supposedly don't even reflect reality and are just planted in his head. ]
Your mirror self is disappointing.
[ It took him a long time to decide on how to broach the conversation, but he figures he shouldn't play all his cards at once. Maybe this Crowley won't even be receptive to him, since his memories supposedly don't even reflect reality and are just planted in his head. ]
[ Surprisingly, Crowley doesn't get many messages through the mirrors and it takes him a moment to figure out what's going on. He's not even sure who or what he's talking to, but he'll give talking a shot.
He writes back a few minutes later. ]
I can't say I've had the pleasure of his company.
He writes back a few minutes later. ]
I can't say I've had the pleasure of his company.
Lucifer has arrived, darling. [She's petrified but trying to hide it.]
[ It's late morning when Blake calls, and the reason he's bothering with audio is probably clear enough: his voice is laced with exhaustion, and after pushing himself pretty hard during the last event, the last thing he needs is a couple more days of chaos, but what choice does he have? ]
Hey, babe— [ Did he just..? Okay, never mind, moving on. ] There's some— stuff goin' on, and since I don't got six arms, you think you could look into this for me?
Hey, babe— [ Did he just..? Okay, never mind, moving on. ] There's some— stuff goin' on, and since I don't got six arms, you think you could look into this for me?
[ After a couple of days, Blake's had the opportunity to drink himself stupid, sleep a good amount of time away, and still he manages to find himself drawn to Peter's party. Fuck, he doesn't want to talk to anyone, but the day starts out so lonely and frustrating and downright awful, that he at least can feel secure knowing there are other people around if he makes an appearance.
By the time that's over with, several hours later, he heads back toward his room. It's well after midnight, he's had a couple drinks to loosen up (again), and he's pretty sure he's alone for the journey, save for the fireflies... ]
By the time that's over with, several hours later, he heads back toward his room. It's well after midnight, he's had a couple drinks to loosen up (again), and he's pretty sure he's alone for the journey, save for the fireflies... ]
[ Crowley had been at the gathering, but he'd hung back to watch, mostly. While he normally adores the attention, he's been feeling more than a little raw lately and watching Blake is easier than actually interacting with anyone.
It's when he sees Blake leaving that he finally pushes himself to make a move and follow, but he keeps his distance until they're seemingly alone. ]
Darling?
It's when he sees Blake leaving that he finally pushes himself to make a move and follow, but he keeps his distance until they're seemingly alone. ]
Darling?
[She's waiting for him outside his room and been waiting for awhile. For once, she is cutting the bullshit and remaining rather apathetic. The recent events with Dean and Blake are enough to concern her for what Crowley is up to. But she also knows he is likely upset and she wants to get an idea of how he is.]
We need to talk, darling.
We need to talk, darling.
[ he's not gonna waste time here, not today. ]
Okay, listen up, chuckles. Whatever messed up chapter of Demon Manipulation 101 you're playing out with Blake? Time to cut it out, before I find you, skin you, and cut you up into itty-bitty pieces.
Okay, listen up, chuckles. Whatever messed up chapter of Demon Manipulation 101 you're playing out with Blake? Time to cut it out, before I find you, skin you, and cut you up into itty-bitty pieces.
[ Does it make sense to seek out his comfort in the company of a demon? Not in the least. But despite everything, there's nowhere John feels safer than in Crowley's room, not when it comes to— to Dean. If there's one place where Dean doesn't exist, it's there.
Or, at least, that's the general rule.
For a couple hours, he sleeps fine, that deep and exhaustive sleep that plagues anyone who's expended too much energy. But eventually the image of his friend spreads out in his mind and before long he's tossing and turning, disrupting his bedfellows with a too-active need for justice. ]
Or, at least, that's the general rule.
For a couple hours, he sleeps fine, that deep and exhaustive sleep that plagues anyone who's expended too much energy. But eventually the image of his friend spreads out in his mind and before long he's tossing and turning, disrupting his bedfellows with a too-active need for justice. ]
Edited 2014-07-13 21:13 (UTC)
[ Crowley can't say that he dislikes the general image of Dean shredded up like that, but he's not going to voice that to Blake.
There have been times where he might have liked to do that himself to the man, but those times have passed. Sure, Crowley wants to hit Dean sometimes--and not very gently, either--but they are somewhat allies now, aren't they? Well, Crowley's decided that they are and he's sort of forcing the issue on Dean, but that counts. Either way, Dean's no use to him if he's not alive and helpful.
More importantly, Crowley is aware that seeing something like that can't be easy for Blake, who hasn't spent time in Hell and hasn't let go of his emotional attachments to Dean, even if Dean can't remember Blake from before. Dean hasn't spent enough time there to be a demon, but Crowley can hazard a guess that that wasn't nearly as hard on Dean as it was for Blake to see it.
The movement cues Perdita to whine softly and move from her spot on the bed to her often unused dog bed in the corner as Crowley pushes himself up to shake Blake's shoulder, voice rough with sleep. ]
Blake, wake up.
There have been times where he might have liked to do that himself to the man, but those times have passed. Sure, Crowley wants to hit Dean sometimes--and not very gently, either--but they are somewhat allies now, aren't they? Well, Crowley's decided that they are and he's sort of forcing the issue on Dean, but that counts. Either way, Dean's no use to him if he's not alive and helpful.
More importantly, Crowley is aware that seeing something like that can't be easy for Blake, who hasn't spent time in Hell and hasn't let go of his emotional attachments to Dean, even if Dean can't remember Blake from before. Dean hasn't spent enough time there to be a demon, but Crowley can hazard a guess that that wasn't nearly as hard on Dean as it was for Blake to see it.
The movement cues Perdita to whine softly and move from her spot on the bed to her often unused dog bed in the corner as Crowley pushes himself up to shake Blake's shoulder, voice rough with sleep. ]
Blake, wake up.
I haven't seen you by the clinic lately. I thought I should drop a line.
[Lucifer was human when Crowley made his post about Blake's death. He knows nothing about it, and neither does he care. His only interest is in Crowley's loyalty, or lack thereof.]
Blake, huh? [His tone is innocent, no hint of prying or judgement to be found.
Naturally Crowley should feel very concerned for both himself and Blake.]
Blake, huh? [His tone is innocent, no hint of prying or judgement to be found.
Naturally Crowley should feel very concerned for both himself and Blake.]
[ There are moments throughout the day that are peppered with short interactions, but for the most part, few people know that today's his birthday. Honestly, he sort of prefers it that way, too, because there's little else that makes him as uncomfortable as being the center of attention.
Thankfully, Crowley's almost always willing to put John in the spotlight, if only to see him squirm, so it should be basically business as usual when Blake drops by the demon's room.
Knocking softly, he enters without announcing himself and make sure to keep an eye out so he doesn't step on Perdita on the way in. ]
Thankfully, Crowley's almost always willing to put John in the spotlight, if only to see him squirm, so it should be basically business as usual when Blake drops by the demon's room.
Knocking softly, he enters without announcing himself and make sure to keep an eye out so he doesn't step on Perdita on the way in. ]
[ There's a small cupcake on the table with an unlit candle in it and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom when Blake enters.
Crowley's well aware that it's Blake's birthday and while he's not being as mean as he could be, he's going to make the day special for Blake, whether he thinks he wants it or not. ]
Hello, darling.
[ He shuts off the tap and wipes his hands on a towel as he moves to stand in the bathroom doorway. ]
Crowley's well aware that it's Blake's birthday and while he's not being as mean as he could be, he's going to make the day special for Blake, whether he thinks he wants it or not. ]
Hello, darling.
[ He shuts off the tap and wipes his hands on a towel as he moves to stand in the bathroom doorway. ]
[ after a particular long and revealing conversation with his newly arrived brother, dean has a few questions for crowley. he might as well get right to the point, too. ]
You're gonna tell me exactly what the hell goes down back home, and you're gonna do it right now.
You're gonna tell me exactly what the hell goes down back home, and you're gonna do it right now.
First you're going to tell me what Sam told you, because a while back I gave my word that I wouldn't tell you about all the stupid things you're going to do.
[ Not that he'd kissed on it, but it's a principal he likes to stick to when he can. ]
[ Not that he'd kissed on it, but it's a principal he likes to stick to when he can. ]
[ It's been several days since things have been... off, but there are few signs as to why. The first time could have probably been excused away, but by the time day three comes around and Blake teases Crowley into a frenzy and doesn't follow through, it's a wonder the demon hasn't exploded.
This time around, it starts as innocently as ever (which isn't any at all), meaning that Blake is practically crawling into Crowley's lap as soon as he's through the door.
Blake drags his hand over Crowley's trousers, very purposefully finding the line of him without so much as a word. What a little shit. ]
This time around, it starts as innocently as ever (which isn't any at all), meaning that Blake is practically crawling into Crowley's lap as soon as he's through the door.
Blake drags his hand over Crowley's trousers, very purposefully finding the line of him without so much as a word. What a little shit. ]
[ Crowley's dick is a hair-trigger right now. It seems that every time he gets some time alone with Blake, Blake's got another thing to take care of or go deal with and none of those things are Crowley's dick.
He groans, head falling back at the sudden attention. ]
Sweetheart, don't you go there if you're not going to follow through.
[ He bring his hands up to grab at Blake's hips. ]
He groans, head falling back at the sudden attention. ]
Sweetheart, don't you go there if you're not going to follow through.
[ He bring his hands up to grab at Blake's hips. ]
[ Blake's gotten pretty good at traversing the floors without too much trouble, but getting down to the first is always the most challenging. He's supposed to be careful, supposed to watch himself because what he's doing is severely frowned upon, but he hardly seems all that worried.
Really, it's Crowley who worries. He asks John to make sure he isn't followed every time they meet, but as far as the former cop's concerned, no one gives a crap what he does. He's just an Arryn afterall.
Arriving at the correct door on the first floor, Blake knocks and then carefully adjusts the strap of his sling as he waits for Crowley to answer. ]
Really, it's Crowley who worries. He asks John to make sure he isn't followed every time they meet, but as far as the former cop's concerned, no one gives a crap what he does. He's just an Arryn afterall.
Arriving at the correct door on the first floor, Blake knocks and then carefully adjusts the strap of his sling as he waits for Crowley to answer. ]
[ Crowley pulls the door open quickly with a smile, popping his head out to check that the hall is empty before he tugs Blake inside with his good arm. ]
No trouble on your way?
[ He leans in to kiss Blake's cheek. It's no secret that Blake thinks his caution is overkill, but Crowley's in a precarious place with his own loyalties and he doesn't need anyone finding cause to mistrust him even more. ]
No trouble on your way?
[ He leans in to kiss Blake's cheek. It's no secret that Blake thinks his caution is overkill, but Crowley's in a precarious place with his own loyalties and he doesn't need anyone finding cause to mistrust him even more. ]
[ It's really no wonder that things are tense, but with Blake's ability to ignore issues and Crowley's ability to avoid then, it makes sense. Aside from being edgy, John's found himself with a shorter fuse than normal. He feels tight and stressed and concerned and he's not even all that certain it's warranted.
As he comes in much much later than usual, he does little to keep quiet, though he does leave the lights off. In the kitchen he wrestles with a glass and when it slips his hand and shatters, he sighs at his luck not once, but twice, when he manages to slice his palm on a small piece of glass he inadvertently stabs into his hand.
Blood. Fantastic. Just the reminder he needs. He can feel it seeping thickly, though the wound's hardly substantial.
Placing his shaking hands on the edge of the sink, he stands there a moment and tries to will himself in a calmer state, because at the moment all he feels like doing is smashing every glass in the room. ]
As he comes in much much later than usual, he does little to keep quiet, though he does leave the lights off. In the kitchen he wrestles with a glass and when it slips his hand and shatters, he sighs at his luck not once, but twice, when he manages to slice his palm on a small piece of glass he inadvertently stabs into his hand.
Blood. Fantastic. Just the reminder he needs. He can feel it seeping thickly, though the wound's hardly substantial.
Placing his shaking hands on the edge of the sink, he stands there a moment and tries to will himself in a calmer state, because at the moment all he feels like doing is smashing every glass in the room. ]
[ Crowley's sleeping off another dose of blood quite soundly when he hears the glass shatter. He bolts upright in bed, breath coming up short as he tries to orient his thoughts and figure out where he is and what that could be. When he puzzles out that it's probably Blake, he climbs out of bed quickly and grabs his slippers before heading downstairs to turn on a light. ]
Darling? Everything alright in here?
[ He steps into the kitchen in a pair of worn pajama pants and a T-shirt that he's clearly swiped from Blake. ]
Darling? Everything alright in here?
[ He steps into the kitchen in a pair of worn pajama pants and a T-shirt that he's clearly swiped from Blake. ]
[ Another quiet day in Wonderland, which is probably saying a lot, while not saying enough. Things change, sure, but mostly outside of their room, because between Blake and Crowley, most everything remains stable. Surprisingly enough.
John shoos one of the dogs out of the kitchen as he sweeps. Most of his attention lately has centered around keeping everything clean and tidy, like he's returned back to the slightly obsessive man he was when they first met. Despite having so many animals, the place stays neat thanks to both their efforts, but Blake gets some kind of sick enjoyment out of tidying.
Of course, it doesn't stop him from conversing with his demon while he sweeps up the last bit of nearly nothing. ]
—yeah, I, uh. Promised Lilith a favor a while back, so I'm just waitin' for that to go down. [ Said as if it's nothing at all. John leans on his broom and glances over at Crowley, his concern over the demon's reaction well-hidden. He's not as calm about this as he appears, but he's not the type to shirk away from the truth. ]
She's not the type to hold that over a person forever, right?
John shoos one of the dogs out of the kitchen as he sweeps. Most of his attention lately has centered around keeping everything clean and tidy, like he's returned back to the slightly obsessive man he was when they first met. Despite having so many animals, the place stays neat thanks to both their efforts, but Blake gets some kind of sick enjoyment out of tidying.
Of course, it doesn't stop him from conversing with his demon while he sweeps up the last bit of nearly nothing. ]
—yeah, I, uh. Promised Lilith a favor a while back, so I'm just waitin' for that to go down. [ Said as if it's nothing at all. John leans on his broom and glances over at Crowley, his concern over the demon's reaction well-hidden. He's not as calm about this as he appears, but he's not the type to shirk away from the truth. ]
She's not the type to hold that over a person forever, right?
[ Crowley's busying himself with one of the dogs, as is his default activity when there's a dog and he's not already in the middle of something (and sometimes even when he is). There's an odd sort of joy he always gets from a happy, well-fed dog that he can't get many places, as if even at his darkest, that one holdover of humanity never quite managed to leave. He might be soulless, but he can't resist a cute dog and there's no such thing as a dog that isn't cute.
He sighs, looking more exasperated than anything else as he glances up to Blake. ]
Of course not. I learned that from someone else.
[ As if Lilith could do anything less. ]
What did you do?
He sighs, looking more exasperated than anything else as he glances up to Blake. ]
Of course not. I learned that from someone else.
[ As if Lilith could do anything less. ]
What did you do?
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