Was he missing for very long? That's a lot of work... sounds like something inhuman did it. A witch, at least, if not a powerful creature.
[ He's already going through his mind to see who can do it and who would out of the people he knows are here. There are at least a few people from his own world. ]
Couldn't've been long, no. Couldn't've been a whole day, even, 'cause this was his first death.
[ He points a fork at Crowley and leans forward. ] Don't share this with anyone, okay? The stuff I'm 'bout to tell you. [ And knowing Crowley will keep his word on that, Blake moves straight on. ]
They went through all the typical procedures for mummifyin' something, from the research I was able to do. Sewed his eyes open, though, and turned him into a goddamn planter. Pretty sure there's a lotta clues, but not any of them're sayin' "inhuman" to me.
Well, if they fully mummified him, then it's a time-consuming process, but beyond that... most humans aren't great people, but they're usually not that twisted, darling. Things are a bit different for the rest of us. We aren't wired the same way.
[ Of course, Crowley's wires are incredibly crossed right now. His wiring is somewhere between human and not. ]
And it's not just demons. Angels aren't exactly the most sensitive of creatures, either. There are any number of creatures here who would have no compunctions about doing something like that. Angels, demons other than Meg and myself, vampires and werewolves and a bloody Leviathan.
All I'm sayin' is that angels, demons, whatever, don't seem to be all that interested in playin' games like that. If Jesse meant somethin' to Evie, then yeah. Beyond that, can't think of anyone that'd have issues with Evie, which is why I think it was meant for her, not to scare her, but excite her.
[ Blake returns to his food, talking around it as he goes on. ]
What efforts would you go to? Don't see you takin' the time to learn how to properly mummify a body. Don't see you takin' the time to wrap 'im up, put out the sand, fill 'im with plants.
If it was about makin' either of 'em pay, then why break Jesse's neck? Why not somethin' more gruesome? Why not more sufferin'? For that matter, why take the time to do any of that?
[ Crowley shrugs, mulling it over and talking around his own food. ]
It sounds like someone is toying with them both. I can think of a few people who might think that sort of thing is funny. Next time you speak with this Evie, see if you can find out who she's recently begun associating with.
[ Lilith sticks out in his mind as a definite possibility and he should ask Castiel about the other angels... or maybe he should get someone else to. Cas is hardly honest with Crowley about any of that. ]
Even at my worst, I've never been cruel for cruelty's sake, but some people are.
[ Blake doesn't know Lilith, but he knows the type, and it doesn't please him. It's been a while since there's been resident-on-resident violence, and even then, it doesn't usually end in murder.
He takes up his wine and finds he likes white wine a little less than red in contrast, but doesn't bother commenting to that. ]
Well, I'm gonna find out who it is. Still gotta figure out what to do after that, but that can come later.
[ That includes doling out punishment. Crowley's carefully crafted tortures for a long time, even if that's not his primary job. He's the one who entirely reformed Hell. ]
In the meantime, we've got a twisted psychopath on the loose. I think we should all be a little more careful.
[ That is to say that he wants Blake to be careful, but he'll exercise his own caution, as well. ]
[ And it's not said with a pout, but there's something there that says he's so wrong, but he wants to be called right just for the sake of hearing it. Crowley's not beyond that sort of thing usually, right?
In any case, and despite his intentions, Blake doesn't wait before there's a shift and he begins to settle again.
Over his glass, he peers at Crowley. ]
How're you otherwise?
[ Not as off as the last time they had dinner, obviously. ]
[ He shrugs. Really, he's not well, but what can he say about that? ]
There are a few people here from my world who concern me. They could be trouble for the rest of us, but it's difficult to tell.
[ At least, Lilith is difficult to tell with. Dick certainly isn't and Crowley's looking for the best way to explain that one without explaining all the stupid things he and Castiel did that let him out of Purgatory to start. ]
Dick Roman for one. He's not human. He's a Leviathan and if left to his own devices, I think he would eat every one of us. If you find yourself in a sticky spot with him, he's burned by borax. It's a cleaning chemical. I've been carrying some on me since he showed up.
[ He frowns. ]
The other big one could be Lillith. She's... not your ordinary demon. She was the first and she's the one who made me what I am.
[ Blake is smart enough to understand most, if not all, of what that means. Crowley has faith in him. ]
[ Smart enough, indeed. He's seen both Dick and Lilith around, and he guessed from their proximity that they were part of Crowley's world, but that doesn't mean anything without the pertinent information to back it. ]
Guess I'll have to tame them, too.
[ So much smirking. HE'S ONLY JOKING, but... not really. Hahaha! ]
[ Crowley has about a million warnings on the tip of his tongue that he bites back, because he knows that Blake won't listen and maybe that's a little of what he likes about the man.
Instead, he gets caught on something else and he smirks right back. ]
Oh, you think you've tamed me, do you? Where's the leash and collar, then?
[ Yes, yes, he knows he's opened Pandora's Box with this whole thing, but hey, a guy only lives four or five times, so why not? ]
Just so you know, we're not openin' negotiations or plannin' ahead.
[ He's a gentleman. He needs to be wooed~ ]
But I'm usually okay speakin' hypothetically. [ Blake shifts a little and pushes away what's left of his dinner for the wine instead. ] Or from experience. Guess that counts for somethin'.
That bein' said— [ He goes to top off the wine. ] —I've never minded bein' bitten. Or bitin'.
[ He shakes his head, following suit and focusing more on the liquid aspects of the meal. It strikes him in that moment just how much he enjoys this easy rhythm they have. Blake has an incredibly bright smile and Crowley always enjoys being able to pull it out of him. ]
But I guess I can stay hypothetical. For you.
[ He settles a little more in his seat. ]
There's not much I mind, myself. I like to think of myself as a creature of passion.
[ He's not so sure his and Crowley's definition of terrible line up here, but sure, why not. Terrible good, right? Perspective is a strange thing. ]
A creature of passion? You openly share that with people, Crowley? Really. C'mon, that's how you describe yourself? Gimme somethin' a little less romance novel here.
[ Come up, eh? There's definitely a joke there, but Blake doesn't bother saying as much. Instead, he's carefully repositioning things on the table with his free hand, attentive there so he doesn't have to meet eyes with the demon. ]
Well, that's 'cause I hypothetically don't. Think a guy's gotta be careful what he says, though, with vampires hangin' 'round and all.
[ Blake glances back up after a moment. If this is a second date, then he reserves the right to continue their previous get-to-know-you quid pro quo. ]
So, since were on the subject, best sex you ever had? I'm actually pretty interested in hearin' 'bout this.
[ Crowley has a lot of things he could say about vampires, but none of them matter when Blake is voluntarily asking him about his sexual past. Oh, how the tides have changed. ]
Best sex?
[ He clicks his tongue. ]
It must have been some time in the twenties, because I remember distinctly being at a speakeasy beforehand, though things get a bit murky from there. He had a sharp suit and I could tell that he was moving up in the world, but not half as fast as he'd wanted and I intended to see what he would be willing to give up for a faster climb.
I never did get his soul, but we went all night. I was surprised that he was able to. By the end, I had him falling apart in my arms. I guess he was a bit overstimulated.
[ He smirks, thinking back on it. There's nothing more beautiful than a man so pleasured that he can't take anymore. ]
He wound up climbing pretty high in the mafia before he was gunned down.
[ Blake always appreciates the details, so he's pleased that Crowley's willing to share. If he had to tell someone why he enjoyed Crowley's company, he'd probably cite this ceaseless candor as the main source. Beyond that, he's never been as prudish as people make him out to be, he's just far more interested in the action than the romance. ]
You didn't make a deal, then? Strictly for pleasure? Or do demons value more'n just souls?
No, it was strictly pleasure. I didn't get anything else out of that night. Suppose I could have sold him if I'd kept at it, but there were easier sales to go after.
[ It probably sounds like he'd been sentimental, but he hadn't been. Maybe he would be now, but back then, he'd been less... kind. Certainly less sentimental. ]
Sometimes good sex is just that.
[ And he'd really love it if Blake would get on board with that. ]
No, you're right, you're right. Good sex, good fun. No one here's gonna argue 'gainst that, I don't think.
[ See? Not prudish at all when you really get down to it.
He tips back his wine, maybe a little more generously than he has to, but he feels safe enough in this situation, especially since Crowley seems to be letting him call most of the shots. ]
Just tryin' to establish a few more facts, y'know?
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[ He's already going through his mind to see who can do it and who would out of the people he knows are here. There are at least a few people from his own world. ]
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[ He points a fork at Crowley and leans forward. ] Don't share this with anyone, okay? The stuff I'm 'bout to tell you. [ And knowing Crowley will keep his word on that, Blake moves straight on. ]
They went through all the typical procedures for mummifyin' something, from the research I was able to do. Sewed his eyes open, though, and turned him into a goddamn planter. Pretty sure there's a lotta clues, but not any of them're sayin' "inhuman" to me.
What makes you think that?
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[ Of course, Crowley's wires are incredibly crossed right now. His wiring is somewhere between human and not. ]
And it's not just demons. Angels aren't exactly the most sensitive of creatures, either. There are any number of creatures here who would have no compunctions about doing something like that. Angels, demons other than Meg and myself, vampires and werewolves and a bloody Leviathan.
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[ Blake returns to his food, talking around it as he goes on. ]
What efforts would you go to? Don't see you takin' the time to learn how to properly mummify a body. Don't see you takin' the time to wrap 'im up, put out the sand, fill 'im with plants.
If it was about makin' either of 'em pay, then why break Jesse's neck? Why not somethin' more gruesome? Why not more sufferin'? For that matter, why take the time to do any of that?
Doesn't make sense.
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It sounds like someone is toying with them both. I can think of a few people who might think that sort of thing is funny. Next time you speak with this Evie, see if you can find out who she's recently begun associating with.
[ Lilith sticks out in his mind as a definite possibility and he should ask Castiel about the other angels... or maybe he should get someone else to. Cas is hardly honest with Crowley about any of that. ]
Even at my worst, I've never been cruel for cruelty's sake, but some people are.
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He takes up his wine and finds he likes white wine a little less than red in contrast, but doesn't bother commenting to that. ]
Well, I'm gonna find out who it is. Still gotta figure out what to do after that, but that can come later.
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[ That includes doling out punishment. Crowley's carefully crafted tortures for a long time, even if that's not his primary job. He's the one who entirely reformed Hell. ]
In the meantime, we've got a twisted psychopath on the loose. I think we should all be a little more careful.
[ That is to say that he wants Blake to be careful, but he'll exercise his own caution, as well. ]
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[ And it's not said with a pout, but there's something there that says he's so wrong, but he wants to be called right just for the sake of hearing it. Crowley's not beyond that sort of thing usually, right?
In any case, and despite his intentions, Blake doesn't wait before there's a shift and he begins to settle again.
Over his glass, he peers at Crowley. ]
How're you otherwise?
[ Not as off as the last time they had dinner, obviously. ]
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There are a few people here from my world who concern me. They could be trouble for the rest of us, but it's difficult to tell.
[ At least, Lilith is difficult to tell with. Dick certainly isn't and Crowley's looking for the best way to explain that one without explaining all the stupid things he and Castiel did that let him out of Purgatory to start. ]
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Dick Roman for one. He's not human. He's a Leviathan and if left to his own devices, I think he would eat every one of us. If you find yourself in a sticky spot with him, he's burned by borax. It's a cleaning chemical. I've been carrying some on me since he showed up.
[ He frowns. ]
The other big one could be Lillith. She's... not your ordinary demon. She was the first and she's the one who made me what I am.
[ Blake is smart enough to understand most, if not all, of what that means. Crowley has faith in him. ]
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Guess I'll have to tame them, too.
[ So much smirking. HE'S ONLY JOKING, but... not really. Hahaha! ]
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Instead, he gets caught on something else and he smirks right back. ]
Oh, you think you've tamed me, do you? Where's the leash and collar, then?
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Now, why would I need those things if you've been tamed? Sorta defeats the purpose, unless you're lookin' to run off. Or liable to bite.
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[ And he's pretty sure he's already made it clear that he's not going anywhere.
Eating a bit more, his smile settles into something more affectionate than evil. ]
Only if you wanted me to, of course.
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Just so you know, we're not openin' negotiations or plannin' ahead.
[ He's a gentleman. He needs to be wooed~ ]
But I'm usually okay speakin' hypothetically. [ Blake shifts a little and pushes away what's left of his dinner for the wine instead. ] Or from experience. Guess that counts for somethin'.
That bein' said— [ He goes to top off the wine. ] —I've never minded bein' bitten. Or bitin'.
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[ He shakes his head, following suit and focusing more on the liquid aspects of the meal. It strikes him in that moment just how much he enjoys this easy rhythm they have. Blake has an incredibly bright smile and Crowley always enjoys being able to pull it out of him. ]
But I guess I can stay hypothetical. For you.
[ He settles a little more in his seat. ]
There's not much I mind, myself. I like to think of myself as a creature of passion.
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A creature of passion? You openly share that with people, Crowley? Really. C'mon, that's how you describe yourself? Gimme somethin' a little less romance novel here.
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[ He huffs out a humored breath. ]
And you're not people, darling. You're you and you're sitting here telling me that you don't mind being bitten. Hypothetically.
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Well, that's 'cause I hypothetically don't. Think a guy's gotta be careful what he says, though, with vampires hangin' 'round and all.
[ Blake glances back up after a moment. If this is a second date, then he reserves the right to continue their previous get-to-know-you quid pro quo. ]
So, since were on the subject, best sex you ever had? I'm actually pretty interested in hearin' 'bout this.
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Best sex?
[ He clicks his tongue. ]
It must have been some time in the twenties, because I remember distinctly being at a speakeasy beforehand, though things get a bit murky from there. He had a sharp suit and I could tell that he was moving up in the world, but not half as fast as he'd wanted and I intended to see what he would be willing to give up for a faster climb.
I never did get his soul, but we went all night. I was surprised that he was able to. By the end, I had him falling apart in my arms. I guess he was a bit overstimulated.
[ He smirks, thinking back on it. There's nothing more beautiful than a man so pleasured that he can't take anymore. ]
He wound up climbing pretty high in the mafia before he was gunned down.
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You didn't make a deal, then? Strictly for pleasure? Or do demons value more'n just souls?
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[ It probably sounds like he'd been sentimental, but he hadn't been. Maybe he would be now, but back then, he'd been less... kind. Certainly less sentimental. ]
Sometimes good sex is just that.
[ And he'd really love it if Blake would get on board with that. ]
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[ See? Not prudish at all when you really get down to it.
He tips back his wine, maybe a little more generously than he has to, but he feels safe enough in this situation, especially since Crowley seems to be letting him call most of the shots. ]
Just tryin' to establish a few more facts, y'know?
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[ He finishes off his glass of wine before reaching for the bottle, all the while keeping his eyes on his tasks and not Blake. ]
I trust you, darling.
[ And the fact that he can admit it is the true proof of just how deep that trust has come to run. ]
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