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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.

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The survival instinct of Crowley was on the back of his mind again and mostly likely telling him to shup up. He listened for once.

Crowley did as best he could, grimacing slightly when he moved his arm to grab the cat carefully using what little energy he had left. The las thing he wanted is to have a fight with a beast that could scratch him to death. He collapsed into Corinthian's arms and made a noise between a growl and a groan as he clung to the man's shoulders.

"What you will do? Lecture him until he dies?" That was intended to be a joke, he would swear.

"I was thinking more along the lines of cutting his damn eyes out." He was joking as well. Honest. Even if some part of him desperately wanted to do just that, though he couldn't say why.

The sudden dead weight caused him to stubble, but he righted himself quickly, and again started them walking. "I'm human, not helpless, and I don't think you're in any position to treat me as such. Especially now."

Crowley decided that it was better not to comment about that eye thing of Corinthian's.

"Yeha, yeah..." The demon was to tired to argue anymore. "My hero..what would I do without you? " Crowley put a butterfly kiss on his neck and didn't said anything else as they walked.

Edited 2009-06-07 05:23 (UTC)

Some habits die a little harder than others.

That kiss was clearly far from expected. He flinched away, tensing just the slightest bit. But he said nothing as they continued through the brush, though a little more uncomfortably than before.

Crowley didn't give the kiss much of a thought, instead he wondered if he'd had made the right decision getting mixed with the ex-nightmare.

Corinthian was human.

Unlike Aziraphale, he has nothing to do with the war between their respective sides, or the eternal, ineffable conflict that means the angel and the demon can't really never be as close as they would want to be.

On the other hand, life wouldn't be nearly as interesting as it was if Corinthian and him hadn't met. Although he wasn't really sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Wasn't it supposed to be a curse? To live in interesting times?

He was thinking too much again, and his brain was already overload from all the recent pain to analyze those tings now.

It was strange, living in a body that is not one’s natural form. Some times, it feels like operating a machine, with degrees of detachment and clumsy numbness. Crowley wonders what could be enough to connect him completely with the twitching muscles and firing nerves he inhabits. But then, as his human body faltered against Corinthian and hurt all over, Crowley felt, perhaps, like he was his body.

"We shouldn't go to the Hotels..."Crowley mutters, albeit audibly after some time.

"I told you," the Corinthian half snapped, glaring sidelong at the demon as they walked. "I've had worse than your kind on my ass before and survived where they didn't. If this guy actually shows up again, I'll handle him."

A small amount of offense carried into the tone when he probably didn't mean for it to, but he didn't care. He said nothing more for several minutes, leaving a silence full of tension either from the demon's earlier action or from the situation overall. When he finally did continue, his voice softened.

"We have to go to the hotel. You need to rest, and I'm sure as hell not leaving you out here while you're like this."

"You was human that time too?" Crowley's reply sounded more tired than scarcastic that time. Even if I had to admit that the idea of Hastur without eyes is tempting..."

The demon was trying to keep the knee in one piece with the force of his will while they walked -or more exactly while Corinthian dragged him-, and as long as he didn't remembered that it was totally ruined it did the trick.

At Corinthian's words, he caved. He knew he caved. That did not mean he had to show that he caved. Externally at least. "If your evil beast pull off more of my feathers I will throw her out of the window, I already lost a lot of them."

Edited 2009-06-08 13:10 (UTC)

The look that was sent at Crowley said it all; drop the damn human subject, push anymore and you'll regret it. A small amount of pressure on his injured ribs may or may not have been applied in emphasis.

"You throw the cat out the window, I'll toss your sorry ass right out after," he replied flatly. It didn't sound like an idle threat, either. "She won't bother you. I'll keep her in the bathroom or something. You just focus on healing yourself."

"She will land on her fee.."A small amount of pressure was a bit too much at the moment considering how damage he was holding back. Hastur nearly burned his organs from inside out his body after all. Crowley tripped, Maddie noticed it quickly and jumped out of his arms to the floor as the demon lost his balance. The big, injured black wings didn't helped, if only, they added more weigh that pushed him down.

[ooc: I vote for him to fall all over Cori, but that's the fangirl in me, feel free to ignore.]

Oh....that probably wasn't good. The Corinthian quickly tried to readjust his grip, to keep the demon from falling forward. Which in turn caused him to lose his own balance.

He acted almost automatically, pulling Crowley close and twisting so the demon landed on him rather than the other way around; he didn't want the man to get injured any further. He hit the ground with a grunt, followed by a sharp hiss as rocks dug into his spine, the sudden weight of someone laying on top of him doing nothing to help.

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Crowley eye's were closed, and he was murmuring things that would made Aziraphale blush. That was not a really hard thing to do, but the angel was probably the only one who would understand how bad was the swearing on that death languages. Let just say that it was pretty colored and pretty nasty and better not to be mentioned in any of the actual idioms. In short and for the common people let's translate is as: OHMOTHERFUCKIGNSATANASTHATHURTLIKEHELL

The demon was barely aware of the body he was lying on top, breathing heavily and trying to convince his broken knee that it was a perfect formed bone. It dind't worked and Crowley moaned, resting his forehead on what it resulted to be Corinthian's chest. The black wings were trembling with effort.

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The cursing didn't phase him in the least; in fact, he was even adding in some of his own, though in languages that were still very much alive and kicking. That had hurt.

"Jesus fuck you're heavy," he muttered, only barely audible, as he tried to sit back up. When it became clear that the other man obviously wasn't about to help make that easy for him anytime soon, he cursed again. After a few moments, however, he just lay back again, wincing as sharp bits of earth embedded themselves into his back.

"...I'ssss not my fault.." Crowley hissed, trying to stand up. The black haired man was concentrating all his strength in his arms, trying to move at least his upper body, but it end with half of him resting over Cori again and one his wings on every side of them. He at least he made the rocks on the ex nightmare's back disappear.

"I don't feel so well..." Crowley stated, burying his face into the Cori's shirt.

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"I wonder why," was the dry response. A small sigh of relief followed when the rocks suddenly disappeared, though the discomfort lingered. Mostly due to the man still on top of him.

"You throw up on me, I swear I will break your other leg and leave you here." With a small grunt, the Corinthian tried once more to sit up, maneuvering Crowley off his chest and down into his lap with as much care as he could manage. The shallow breathing was only due to the weight on his chest restricting air flow, it had to be. "Did you hit anything else going down?"

He didn't pay attention to the threat, if something, it made him smile briefly, but Crowley was so surprised when Corinthian moved him on his lap that he leaned into his chest almost unconsciously.

"My dignity...it has to be arround here, somewhere...I don't know anymore." The demon sighed and -very slowly- moved one of his wings I front of their sight and studied the large black feathers His powers, his real powers run mostly through them, no wonder Hastur had that much fun destroying them.

"I..just told you my name before, didn't I?" Golden eyes where still looking at the feathers.

He tensed visibly, and tried to shift position so the demon was touching as little of him as possible. The blood was slowly starting to soak through his shirt and stick to his skin, only adding to his increasing discomfort.

"You did," he replied flippantly, tone implying he really didn't think too much of it, though it appeared Crowley obviously did. "What about it?"

"Just forget it." Crowley replied lightly, he was upset but he didn't wanted to show it. Damn his snake tongue. "There's nothing important about it." To avoid staring at Corinthian's blue eyes the demon looked down and frowned.

Such a way to spend time with someone, bleeding all over them. No wonders Corinthian looked so disgusted. Crowley stared at the blood, the stains refused to vanish stoically. he sighed again, agitated, and moved -crawled was a better words for it- from the other's man lap and sit next to him on the ground.

"....I can do that," he said after a moment, though a small frown tugged at the corner of his mouth. He let Crowley up without a word, seeming more than a little relieved to break off contact, and moved himself to give the demon--and himself--a bit more space. Now where did Maddie go?

"Rest for a few minutes. Then we'll head back again."

"I'm not a damsel in distr.....auuughhh!" Crowley suddenly groaned, snapping his head to his side and catching a certain furry thing that was trying to run away with more black feather on her snout. he showed ti to Corinthian,

"Tell.. Maddie " He said the name deliberately slow, as if testing it. "..that I'm not a giant bird for her to eat." Crowley left the cat in front of the white haired man, and that stirred and turned, her tummy up a silently asking for a rub.

"I can't go back." Crowley said, wishing that he had enough strength to summon his dark glasses. I'm sure that the hotel staff will notice a man with giant wings attached to his back and that looks like the Armageddon happened all over him." Crowley made a gesture with two of his fingers. "Talking about that, let me tell you that it was that close."

The Corinthian didn't say a word to the man's complaints, only rubbing the cat's offered belly while a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth despite himself. He quickly pulled the small critter into his lap, expression softening just the slightest bit as she contentedly curled up on his arm and purred away.

"Stop being such a menace." It was murmured quietly, and he absently ran his fingers down her back. It wasn't until Crowley spoke again that he turned back to the other man.

"You'd be surprised. Humans have a habit of seeing only what they want to see, after all." He looked the man up and down, mouth a thin line. "What did you do to piss this guy off so bad, anyway?"

"He can't handle my amazing personality..." The demon replied automatically and then he recognized that he owned the man a better explanation.

"He didn't appreciate how I defend myself that time we had different opinions about humanity's fate. And he doesn't like sushi restaurants as much as I do." Crowley muttered. If you want to know more, Clarisse.... Quid Pro Quo."

The urge to roll his eyes was hard to resist, though that initial reaction was nothing if not expected.

The elaboration though, however brief, wasn't, and he glanced over at Crowley curiously. A curiosity that lasted only up until he realized what would be expected of him if he wanted the demon to continue. For a moment he looked like he would speak, but he only made a small noise in the back of his throat and turned away again.

He didn't knew him for long, but Crowley noticed quickly that one way to make Corinthian stop making questions was to ask back, and he used it against him when it was necessary. It's not that it was in his nature of a demon to hide and lie -which it was- but also because what Corinthian didn't know it could not hurt him.

The only reason he didn't say anything to Aziraphale when it happened was because he was too afraid it would get them into even more trouble. Nothing was different now, no matter if he's companion was an angel or a nightmare, Hastur would try to hunt them down to make him pay.

He knows that. But he’s never been good at navigating fragile personal situations. He can lie flawlessly, he’s never been particularly good at telling the truth. The success of his life has been based on his ability to manipulate, to mislead. Being honest was never even an option, let alone an issue.

He made a sound that could have been a laugh. He was thinking too much again. "Do you really thing that no one will notice?"

The laughter seemed to catch the Corinthian by surprise. Normally he liked the silence, and the sense of peace it afforded, but in this situation it was almost....disconcerting for him, and he latched onto the question with a strange feeling of relief.

"If anyone asks, we'll just say you were at a party that got a a little too out of hand," he replied after a moment, giving Crowley a very brief, very thin half smirk. "But I really don't think it'll be a problem. Mortals....when they see things they can't understand, then have a tendency to blank it from memory, or gloss over it, just to make life easier." He should know, as often as he encountered it himself.

Crowley was aware of the confused and relieved look that crossed Corinthian's features, instead of comment about it he grined briefly. "There's none so blind as those who will not see? Fine."

He was not sure how he was going to do it to the hotel without falling on his butt unconscious, and he knew that Hastur was looking for the nightmare arroud the place, but he didn't had much of an option. And he will never admit it, but he was relieved himself to have Corintian by his side. Sort off.

The demon opened his arms. "Give me her and let's go."

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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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Boys be ashamed!! Crowley looks confused Ash...? What's that?

hi five! \o yeah