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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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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?"

I wrote this reply on the job an hour ago but the lights shut down >>

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"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.

Ack, power outage? D: That's not good.

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"....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."

Yeah, on the agency, at least it was when we had to leave ^^

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"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."

Well, at least it wasn't too bad, then <3

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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?"

Nup, we get out 10 minutes early :3

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"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."

Hee, getting out early is always good~! \o/

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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.

*hi five!* \o yeah

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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?"

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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.

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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."

Argh, I should be sleeping >___>

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He briefly looked down at the bundle of fur still dozing happily in his lap, and he had to admit that he was a little reluctant to actually disturb her now. But after a moment he carefully picked the cat up and handed her over before standing himself.

"Where are we going, anyway?" he asked casually, suddenly looking almost deceptively relaxed as he grabbed Crowley's arm in order to help him up as well. His grip was still unusually hesitant. "Am I dumping your ass in your room or am I going to have to deal with you again?"

Heh :3 Me tooat night and look at me... ^^' we both fail. I'm on the work with nothing to do :/

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Maggie wasn't all that happy to leave her owner embrace and she growled at Crowley for amoment. The hissed under his breath, not only to the cat but because of the pain that brought moving up, no matter how gentle Cori tried to be.

"As long as there's a place to lie down, I don't care if it's in the middle of the pool." Then he though about the duke of hell and he grimaced. ""Hastur knows my place though..."

We do :/ Meh, I'm watching TV and celebrating yaaay end of quarter break~

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The Corinthian reached over to pet Maddie almost warningly as he situated himself to be the demon's crutch once again, and moments later they were walking again, the hotel finally coming into view as they left the trees and brush.

"My place, then." Again, he wearily added in his mind. There was still today's uneaten breakfast and yesterday's uneaten dinner sitting on the table, and if he had to listen to Crowley bitch about his eating habits again it was going to be all too soon.

yay? :| ...wooo :D

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"Hng." Was the short response. He was going to say something like You can always drop me in some other place. I will find another room... But he was tired and really didn't felt like it, so he decided to be selfish.

As Corinthian said, they managed to do it to the hotels and the room's door barely unnoticed. It was obvious that the people on the island was used to strange thing a way too much. Crowley was trying to feel Hastur presence without much success. Either the duke was too far away or was better than him when it come to hide himself.

Two week break~! And I'm also rereading all Lucien's parts in Sandman.

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"We're here." It took quite a bit of effort to maneuver the demon into the room, especially with his wings as they were, but after some minutes the Corinthian was dragging him through the living area and into the tiny bedroom, where he carefully deposited Crowley on the bed. A tiny frown formed as he watched bits of red stain the sheets, but he supposed that would just be another problem for housekeeping to deal with at a later date.

He lingered for some time after, staring down at the injured man with a vague sense of discontent. It was only by sheer luck he had even found him this time before it could have gotten any worse. If the demon kept this up.... "Go to sleep. You'll be fine here."

Lucky bastard :D <3333

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Crowley looked up at him from his position bleary eyed and nodded. He noticed the plates and the unated food like he noticed the blood he was leaving all over the bed sheets. He didn't say anything, another sign of how tired he was.

"I will take care of that...later." The man said and then he lied down on his stomach, one wing spread to every one of his sides. His feathers were matted with blood ad Crowley wondered how he was going to get rid of it. He will need to cean feather by feather.

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"Don't worry about it," he replied quietly, giving Crowley the barest trace of a smile. He turned to leave, intent to get at least some of the place cleaned up while his guest slept, though he briefly paused at the door and called over his shoulder, "Just call if you need anything, alright?"


(( And you can go ahead and just skip to him waking up if you want~ ))

Skiiiiiiip ~ nice new icons :3

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Crowley returned the first smile with a tired one, but he was already passed out by the time Corinthian asked. Even Maddie decided that it was better not to bother him and she just become interested again when she noticed the wings moving.

The demon blinked and looked around the room. When he noticed were he was he groaned and buried his face on the sheets. Crowley was still too tired to even try to move and his back was itching because of the blood matted on his wings.

....this staying up is becoming a habit apparently. fff thanks, I'm still making more <3

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If the demon took a moment to listen he'd find the place almost eerily silent. Almost as though no one else was actually there.

The Corinthian was in the other room, though, laying on the couch with his usual tattered old book and trying very hard to keep from dozing off; he appeared to be fighting a losing battle, occasionally nodding off for minutes at a time before snapping right back to alertness. He needed to be awake to ensure no one else came by the room. Even though he was half tempted to write off the demon's fears as simple paranoia, he supposed he had to at least try.

It is indeed. And assdfggg s awww Cori<3 If you need help tell me

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Another groan was heard when the black haired man incorporated in the bed. He still felt exhausted, his clothes -the ones he has left anyway-were dirty and hang down from his body. He had slept for more than twelve hours, he could tell looking at the light that come from the window of the bedroom.

The dark red blood stand out against white skin, covered with scratches and cuts still healing. His hair hang over his face and some strands covered the golden eyes, which told a story of use and abuse, hate and violence and a lot of years lived.After some really slow steps he had reached the place where he wanted to go to, the bathroom and calculates if there was enough space for him and his wings on the bathtub. He could at leat get decent before to face Corinthian, now that Hastur was looking for him, the nightmare's place was the only place to hide.

Oddly. the raven-haired smiled at that thought.

See, Cori does care, in his own way! Hee, I will, I will <3

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The groan seemed to be just enough to pull him back into a full sense of awareness, eyes snapping open just in time to see the demon disappearing into the bathroom. He couldn't help the slight wince that crossed his face; the other man looked like shit.

But he still looked at least a little better than he had earlier. With a small groan of his own the ex-nightmare stretched and stood, going to the kitchenette to grab an already half empty case of beer to bring back out to the couch. He knew from his own past experiences that Crowley would probably be needing it.

he does, because he's softie in the inside X3

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The blood stains and dirt would probably be easy to vanish now that he rested, but sometimes a bath was exactly what one needed. Bless humanity for this little miracles like hot water..all that centuries without it were a pain.

In the end, the wings didn't fit in the bathtub.

Once Crowley was done getting dressed with his clean and new pants he entered the living room, already expecting to face and slightly uncomfortable nightmare because of his shirtless state. He had an sponge on his right hand and was still barefoot.

He smiled sheepishly at Corinthian. He hated this but he needed help. Crowley cover it with a grin and a annoying question. "How much do you love me?"

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"I don't," was the short, simple answer. He was once again buried in his book, not even looking up at the demon as he came in. A few moments passed before he finally did, doing a slight double take as a frown crossed his face.

"This whole hanging around my place half-naked thing you've got going on better not become a habit. What do you want now?"

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"Perfect because I can't feel a thing." Crowley peered at him inquisitively, but decided not to ask for a more detailed rationalization on that comment. He rolled his eyes at Corinthian "Stop being such a douchebag about it. Angels are sexless, what are demons? Fallen angels. Take your own conclusions,..."

One of Crowley's wings twitched, if that was possible, and he fidget with the sponge on his hands."As soon as you help me with this as soon I will get dressed." That was a lie because he couldn't hide his wings yet, but Corinthian didn't need to know.

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That earned the demon a dark glare, but otherwise he got no other response, the Corinthian only turning away to grab the beer he had been drinking before Crowley had come back.

"You're going to call me a douchebag and then expect me to still help?" His voice was dry, flat, and carried a small scoff in it. He didn't sound offended; maybe a little bemused, though he gave no indication of wanting to help. "Do it yourself."