[ Crowley scowls over that text long and hard. Is he supposed to bring scotch or wine or something? It takes him a little while to think of what he should bring, but in the end he thinks of how much he wants Blake to be safe and just how easily he can place his own life in Blake's hands.
He gets a blank leather-bound book and spends the rest of the night writing out every useful sigil he can remember, from warding and protection to banishing.
By the time it's nearing midnight, he's just barely finished the book and he trudges outside to the maze with it under one arm. ]
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He gets a blank leather-bound book and spends the rest of the night writing out every useful sigil he can remember, from warding and protection to banishing.
By the time it's nearing midnight, he's just barely finished the book and he trudges outside to the maze with it under one arm. ]