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dontfeartreaper) wrote2009-06-03 11:15 pm
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Entry tags:
- corinthian,
- crowley,
- cwc,
- hastur,
- rl
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Black wings were spread wide on the air as certain shirtless demon was preening his feathers. The glasses were next to his shirt, carefully folded on the rock near the one he was sitting on. An innocent mind would say that he chose the place because the vegetation blocked him from unwanted oglers, or maybe because the water of the pool on his bare feet was pleasant. At it will be right, but let's mention too that Crowley chose it because of the carnivore plants that grew here and there around the clearing.
He couldn't clean his wings on his hotel room for many good reasons, or at least Crowley thought that they were reasons enough to not do it. One, the wings reached almost from one end of the room to the other and it was pain to take care of them when you had not enough space. Two, he couldn't get rid of the feathers because even if they were not attached to him anymore he couldn't burn them or make them vanish, and the hotel staff will probably ask why looks like he killed a dozen of ravens in his room. And three, Hastur was on the hotels too because there was no way to scape from the dammed resort. Crowley knew because he tried. Much. Now there was no place to go...on the other hand, he could always go down , but even if his superiors never talk about that thing that never happened every demon in hell knew and Crowley had no wishes to explain why that thing that never happened never happened.
The demon pulled the last old sheath off of a new alula feather and allowed it to drift to the water, the next second it was gone.
He couldn't clean his wings on his hotel room for many good reasons, or at least Crowley thought that they were reasons enough to not do it. One, the wings reached almost from one end of the room to the other and it was pain to take care of them when you had not enough space. Two, he couldn't get rid of the feathers because even if they were not attached to him anymore he couldn't burn them or make them vanish, and the hotel staff will probably ask why looks like he killed a dozen of ravens in his room. And three, Hastur was on the hotels too because there was no way to scape from the dammed resort. Crowley knew because he tried. Much. Now there was no place to go...on the other hand, he could always go down , but even if his superiors never talk about that thing that never happened every demon in hell knew and Crowley had no wishes to explain why that thing that never happened never happened.
The demon pulled the last old sheath off of a new alula feather and allowed it to drift to the water, the next second it was gone.
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Ever since then, the duke of Hell had been busying himself with trying to find a way back home. Shifting between planes didn't work, making old fashioned runic portals only left him covered in chalk, and breaking down only served to send half the beach-goers running for the cliffs. In fact, he'd tried everything short of just killing off his mortal body and being done with it, but even that was looking quite tempting.
....alright, maybe more than agitated. On the bright side, being as deep in thought as he was, he didn't quite catch the feel of another demonic energy nearby. Yet.
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It didn't take much searching to find Crowley, and while Hastur wasn't trying particularly hard to stay silent it almost seemed as though the surrounding plant-life knew better than to make even the smallest rustle. He took a moment to determine just what it was the other demon was doing before reaching out and grabbing a fistful of wing. And yanking. Hard.
"You're looking better. Guess I wasn't hard enough."
I love the stalking icon and crowley torture~83 what's wrong with me?
Sneaky son of a bitch. Crowley thought resentfully as he looked over his shoulder to see the other demon. He didn't like being seen to the bottom of; it made him instinctively want to pull back. He was feeling a bit exposed already from the last beating and then hiding from Hastur all the time. He wanted to move his wing away, but he know better.
"I worked really hard on those, you know." He panted. "You're just ruining my perfect plumage."
It's my favorite icon~ XD Heheh, a little sadism never killed anyone! ....wait.
"I haven't seen you at all since the day I arrived here," he started casually. "You haven't been hiding from me, have you Crawly?"
So IC for him~A good to kno... ..wait..Crowley: 8(
"Why would I do that...you know I just love our lovely meetings..." The voice was charged with venon, but how would he expect any less coming from a demon who liked to change into an snake? Crowley was trying to think, and thing fast, he was always good at that even if the pain was oh so distracting.
He knew that he was able to trick Hastur. There were just a few important questions: How was he going to do it and how was he going to get away with it once it was done. If he was still in one piece.
"I'm glad that you're here..now that we are two maybe we will have an opportunity against the plants." He says, giving the bush near them a -fake- worried look. "they're mostly carnivore." He murmured to Hastur, knowing that the duke couldn't tell the difference between a gardenia and a calculator.
Isn't it~? D: Sorry Crowley, you brought this on yourself
....well, sort of. But there was no way they could harm as high ranking a demon as himself. Right?
He didn't even realize that Crowley had at least done his job to put the smallest bit of doubt into his mind. And his grip loosened as he watched the plants; it was very slight, but probably just enough.
Yes!...I did not >:/ you are just a really evil man with no taste for clothes
What he coudl say about that? that the carnivore plants were better company than Hastur? That was true, but the real answer was that the plants were afraid of him, because unlike some demons he know the plants where actually smart.
Crowley frowned at one of the carnivore plants near Hastur's feet, who was trying to as clueless as a plant can look. They were good at it, but the demon was also very good at showing what he wanted with an stare of his bright yellow eyes. What and when.
A few second later a was coiling like an octopus’s tentacle around the duke's ankle and pulling it.
Heyheyhey 14th century wear is STYLISH thankyousomuch >:|
With a grunt, the duke suddenly released Crowley and staggered back, attempting to kick off whatever the hell it was that had grabbed his leg. Not a second later the plant burst into flame, uncurling and falling away immediately as the fire spread to the rest of it, and Hastur pulled away and began to look around the rest of the clearing with frantic eyes.
"What-"
Of course you will choose the most boring century to dress sup like :| bahh
He knew that Hastur probably had spent weeks racking his brains and trying to come up with a creative and excruciatingly horrible method of exacting his vengeance on him, and he was not going to sit here and take it again.
He flew away. Or maybe not.
It was more like hissing in pain and falling to his knees. Fuck his bad luck and his damaged wing.
(ooc: and there were missing some word son my other reply, dunno what happened :| sorry for the grammar too))
So says you :|
Under normal circumstances, he probably would have been at least mildly impressed with such tactics.
This was not one of those times.
With a low snarl, the demon looked around. He spotted Crowley on the ground, and not a second later he had closed in on him and kicked a boot at his back, shoved him down, oh that was it.
(( It's alright, no worries! ♥ ))
So says fashion sense. And feel free to kick him down again, I'm sure that Hastur is stronger :/
You know that voice inside that speak up when you are going to do something wrong and then regret it? That voice that warn you not to do it? Demons don't have that voice, they need to to a job that the 99% of the time it's a bad thing and they don't usually regret it afterwards. But they do have survival instinct. And the mentioned survival instinct was telling Crowley to run, hide, trick or do whatever he wanted except what he was thinking. He didn't listened.
He had lost his temper.
Amber eyes glowed dangerously. Every animal for a quarter mile could felt it and they run away and were gone in seconds. The ground rumbled. The river started to boil, the few plants that had left started to writhe and the entire clearing was thrown into chaos and anarchy in the span of five seconds.
"Fuck it." He shouted, wrenching himself momentarily free using his unharmed wing to hit Hastur. After the last meeting with the duke Crowley was doing a bit of much-needed venting for the sake of his psychological health -not like demons were ever very psychologically healthy either- and when he snapped It was like watching a giant crow tear apart a clueless prey.
Fashion shamshion. ffffffff I'll apologize in advance for everything he does >_>
Hastur was grinning, sharp and cold. Finally. A reaction. The wing was grabbed again before it could be pulled back, and was bent back at an angle it was probably never meant to bend. Then he twisted; not enough pressure to snap it, but enough to make the pain almost unbearable.
"That's more like it!" Again, he kicked him down. This time he followed up by stomping down on his back, crushing him into the ground and looking down at him with a look that could set him ablaze from the inside.
It probably wasn't too far a stretch, either.
"If I'm taking you back Down regardless, I'm sure you'd at least like to be able to say you went down fighting, no?"
It's important!>(...ahaha no problem~ abuse him a s much as you want [and icon keywords]^.^
The lesser demon struggled as much as he could -and tried not to rip apart his trapped wing in the process, which was no easy- combining his mental physical and occult powers. It proved to be quite useless and he was exhausting himself more. Hastur was a sadist bastard completely clueless about technology and modern times, but he was Duke of hell for a reason and there was a power behind that human appearance much greater than his own.
He gave one last defiant wriggle before golden eyes riddled with pain closed tightly. He demon tried not to groan but the pain was extraordinary,
"F-...fuch you Hassstur. "Crowley stammered. "I can't go D-Down..I have a mission to d-do..here.."
They're just clothes dude :| Oh, he will, he will~ Even if those keywords make me feel bad XD;
Hastur continued to play with the wing, as though testing its flexibility, its limits, practically able to hear the tendons within creaking with every twist and bend. For a moment he even toyed the idea of setting fire to it, to watch it burn and shrivel in very much the same manner some demons had suffered during the Fall, although Crowley's next few shaky comments made him pause.
"And just what would that be?" He could stand to humor the snake for a moment or two, if nothing else.
Aziraphale dress better than you :| At least I didn't wrote RAEP TIEM? XD
"T..the lord of the dreaming..you know him." Moaned Crowley as eh shivered. "One of his nightmares is there...I...I need to discover why..." It was a shot in the dark and crowley knew it, but it wa all that he had.
Pfft, Aziraphale has worse taste than even I do. And yeeeeah, there's that at least XDD;;;
But still, he couldn't bring himself to blindly trust Crowley's word, for obvious reasons.
"Which of them is it?" If he could confirm for himself....
That's debatable...ok, no, he's worse. ...:D! [those keywords are better?]
See, I told you :p A-aww Crowley! ;_; You'll get to leave soon I promise!
"....I suppose it is something worth looking into, yes." He paused, looking momentarily thoughtful. Shortly after, he did, shockingly, release the lesser demon's wing.
Half a second later a booted toe slammed sharply against the Crowley's knee, all but tearing the kneecap out of it's place and crippling the leg entirely.
"I'll even do it for you. You just wait right here."
Ouch badass Hastur..is Cori coming on his shinny armor soon?
He screamed and curled into a tight ball. Crowley made a sound between a growl and a groan, his dark hair was disheveled and falling into his eyes. The demon looked tired, depressed and mutilated. And he was. He had never before felt pain like this before. It was like every muscle in his was body had knife in it and some one was shaking him.
No, he was definitely not moving anytime soon.
Just be glad it wasn't maggots. Yessss, Cori will be by shortly~
Too bad Crowley forgot to mention the part about this dream no longer being one. Ah well.
Ewwww..... And yay~
The demon couldn't stop the sad whimpering cry that come to his lips. His wings were nothing more than dead weigh, black feathers littered the burned grass like confetti, he didn't wanted to think about the state of his back or his broken knee...
Has a Cori~ Who finally found a name for that damn cat.
The forest seemed to be getting an awful lot of traffic today. There was a nightmare-turned-human wandering about as well, who was looking....surprisingly less irritable than he normally was. All things considered, he shouldn't have been; he'd taken his cat out with him today, against his better judgment. Only because he thought they could both stand to get away from that stuffy hotel room for a while.
"Dammit, cat. Maddie?"
And naturally, the little beast had run off on him. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to get mad. The chase was almost....fun. Having to track something down without the normal heightened senses and abilities, it was a challenge and much welcomed distraction.
He had seen her darting in and out of the bushes not even a moment ago, so she had to still be around here somewhere....
:3 Weee~ And it's nice nameeee :D
Maddie licked him again, but that time no response come from the demon. The cart run away to find his master and jumped to his arms when she saw Corinthian. Blood stained paws left blood all over his arms and shirt.
It was the first thing that came to mind ^^;
....the blood that the cat started to smear across his clothes was a little startling, however. "What the hell did you find....?" Frowning, he looked around, moving past the brush and trying to find whatever corpse the furball had come across.
He really shouldn't have been surprised by what he found. But he was. "Crowley?"
I like it, it's original <3
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lol headcanon :|
Headcanon is always fun~ btw, love meme is up! :D You should post to iiiiit~
It is :3*posted* i never know how to react to compliments, they made me blush for real@^_^@
A-actually I have that same problem XD;;; This is the first love meme I've posted to in months now.
But it's a good thing, Aren't we special? X3
If that's what you wanna call it X3
It's a nice way to put it ^^' And you thinkt hat he is too much emo now? D: *worried aobut beign IC*
Well, he has been through a lot recently. Everyone has their moments >: But Cori can help!
yeah..all solved :3
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Icons so appropiate X3
ffff I think I squealed a little XD I love that icon <3
I'm proud :3 And that icons is so fun~ And sorrya bout the TL;DR :|
Bah, no worries, everyone loves tl;dr~ <3
^__^ good to know. And sorry Crowley doens't know how to say 'thanks'
Bah, neither does Cori, really. They'll both learn eventually, right? >_>
define eventually >> It's been thousand years for Crowley and...no.
fffff alright, this may be a bit hard >_>
Stupid supernatural entities >:|
I know, right? :| Making things so difficult for us, it's rude.
They should be ashamed >:|||||
They should be! >:|||
Boys be ashamed!! *Crowley looks confused* Ash...? What's that?
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I wrote this reply on the job an hour ago but the lights shut down >>
Ack, power outage? D: That's not good.
Yeah, on the agency, at least it was when we had to leave ^^
Well, at least it wasn't too bad, then <3
Nup, we get out 10 minutes early :3
Hee, getting out early is always good~! \o/
*hi five!* \o yeah
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Argh, I should be sleeping >___>
Heh :3 Me tooat night and look at me... ^^' we both fail. I'm on the work with nothing to do :/
We do :/ Meh, I'm watching TV and celebrating yaaay end of quarter break~
yay? :| ...wooo :D
Two week break~! And I'm also rereading all Lucien's parts in Sandman.
Lucky bastard :D <3333
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Skiiiiiiip ~ nice new icons :3
....this staying up is becoming a habit apparently. fff thanks, I'm still making more <3
It is indeed. And assdfggg s awww Cori<3 If you need help tell me
See, Cori does care, in his own way! Hee, I will, I will <3
he does, because he's softie in the inside X3
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I used it o purpose >:3
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I forgot to ay that, in my mind, corinthian is who tops. That have any sense,
I don't think Cori would let Crowley take control even if he wanted to XD
That must be it XDDD Crolwey >> oi! icon love <3
Sorry Crowley, your boy has control issues >_> Heheh, thanks~
Rlly? I never noticed >( welcome~I will do some for you asap O:
I'm sure if he wanted he could like, tie Cori down or something. ffff only if you want to! <333
And once Cori gets free, he will cut his wings. :| no thanks XD he rather let him top
Crowley is a very smart man~
d-e-m-o-n ...but yeah >>
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....so I'm watching Point Break right now, and all I can think of is young!Crowley.
Oh my,....X3 cute~
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I need to disappear again, B-day Party time tonight :3
Have fun~!
I did..drunk!post on my lj XD
Hahah, I saw! XDD
STYX WANT ME TO GO TO SLEEP X( she's mean...no, she's a good friend >> I loled at your keywords
Bawwww Styx :( She does have a point though. XD ffff thanks, I had some fun with them~
yeah, she does. I will go to sleep..>> eventually. They're amusing, Crowley needs to interrupt him
Eventually is fine too XDD Heee, yes, yes he does~
^^' I'm a lost case. Heelll yeah. Should we end it here? it's becoming and epic rl XD
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