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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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Just be glad it wasn't maggots. Yessss, Cori will be by shortly~

[goddammitcrawly.livejournal.com]

With a curt nod at the crippled demon, Hastur turned and began to make his way back out of the forest. He wasn't expecting this to take too long. After all, dreams had a certain presence that was easy to pick up on and even easier to follow.

Too bad Crowley forgot to mention the part about this dream no longer being one. Ah well.

Ewwww..... And yay~

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Good luck sensing a common human, you dick. Crowley thought and allowed himself a little smile. He tried to move, crawl if it was necessary, whatever to get out off here, but in the end he screamed again, withering to the ground.

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.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

"Maddie!"

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

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley could barely able to keep his eyes open and turned onto his side, sighing with pain as he did. He was so tired he didn't noticed the animal until the cat was in front of his face licking his nose and smelling the blood. He intermediately snapped his eyes open ad saw the black fur and the white ear. Ah, he know that cat..happy with that deduction, he closed his eyes one more time.

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 ^^;

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

There she was. With a small smile the Corinthian knelt down some to catch her as she jumped up, scratching her lightly under the chin. Well, now that that was taken care of....

....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

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley didn't replied, he actually heard Corinthian, but soon ruled the sound out as an hallucination. Ths, the thing with Nightmares, you talk about them and then they show up...if only it was for real, the demon thought as he tried to curl himself into a ball. He whimpered softly as the damaged knew produced another wave of pain through his whole body.

<333

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

The Corinthian all but dropped the cat as he rushed forward, tearing through the brush and quickly moving to the demon's side. He didn't look quite as bad as the last time he'd found the man beaten, but he looked bad enough.

"Crowley." He grabbed the man's shoulder, gave him a careful shake before trying to turn him more onto his side. "Hey, talk to me."

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

He was hurt, and getting cold, he was only wearing his trousers, or what it last of them after the fight with Hastur.

The demon open his golden eyes and looked up, noticing Corinthian. Why he was there was a mystery to him, therefore, he was not real. it was probably Hastur playing games again. He wasn't expecting the Duke to discover the trick that quickly.

Crowley closed his eyes and then seemed to shrink in on himself, knowing what was going to happen next. He curled up more, burying his face in the grass and shaking slightly.

"Jusssst go Down alone and let me go, basssstard.....I like it here..."

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

What....?

Again, he tried roll the demon so he could get a better look at him, that initial spike of concern slowly dwindling down into mild aggravation. "Crowley, it's me, you moron." This had better not be becoming a trend....

With a small grunt, he carefully pulled Crowley upright, supporting him as best as he could as he tried to locate his injuries.

"Look at me, will you?"

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to...." He murmured, not that much convinced. With effort, and eye cracked open and looked blurry at him, soon the other joined and he blinked, trying to focus. If Hastur was making this up, Crowley would have to gave him points for interpretation.

He noticed the cat next to the white haired man and then understood that he couldn't be the duke. "Oh fuck....Corinthian?"

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

"That's my name, yes, until I find a new one." There was no humor in his tone, or even sarcasm. Nothing. He moved the shades up and looked Crowley levelly in the eye, wordlessly telling him to keep eye contact.

"You have got to stop pissing people off," he muttered, shifting slightly to get a better grip on the demon as he carefully hauled him into a sitting position. "It's not a healthy hobby, trust me."

lol headcanon :|

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley made a sound that could have been a laugh or another whimper, it was hard to tell. "I can find you a new one...I find one for myself...Kyriel didn't' fit me anymore..." he rested his forehead on Corinthian's shoulders, not totally aware of what was he saying anymore. "I will try.. I will try...but it's my job..."

Headcanon is always fun~ btw, love meme is up! :D You should post to iiiiit~

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

The ex-nightmare couldn't help stiffening just slightly at the close contact, though he said nothing. He sat there, one hand still on Crowley's shoulder to reassure him as he started to inspect him for injuries.

"Sometimes you have to say fuck the job." One of the wings looked like it had been nearly mangled. And his leg was sitting in an odd position. "It's pointless if you're just going to get your ass kicked."

It is :3*posted* i never know how to react to compliments, they made me blush for real@^_^@

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

"I'm... on this messsss becausssse I did that..." Not moving was good..oh so good. Everything hurt but that few moments of calm were good. "..I'm gotta have my asssss kicked no matter what. That's how hell workss..."

Crowley sighed and then moved his head up, trying to put some space between him and the ex nightmare. "An now you sshould go before he comess back.."

A-actually I have that same problem XD;;; This is the first love meme I've posted to in months now.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

He listened patiently, frowning despite himself. He really wanted to say something to that, but he didn't know what....he sucked at comfort. And telling the demon to get the fuck over it probably wouldn't go over well.

He stayed silent when Crowley started to move, though the grip on his arm tightened slightly. "And if decide I don't want to go? I already told you, this guy doesn't scare me."

But it's a good thing, Aren't we special? X3

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley's shoulders shacked as he laugh humorless. "Yeah...I'm sure he doesn't...but that's not the point..Hast..." He wanted to say something else, but his head was spinning and suddenly his vision was even more blurry. His incapacity to breath properly were probably fault of his broken ribs.

If that's what you wanna call it X3

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

With a soft, annoyed sigh, he steadied the other man, taking special note of the labored breathing. They weren't going anywhere while he was like this; even with the Corinthian's support, the hotel was probably too far away for the demon to manage.

"I don't give a fuck what the point is. Someone has to stick up for you, if you're not going to."

It's a nice way to put it ^^' And you thinkt hat he is too much emo now? D: *worried aobut beign IC*

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

That gained him and angry look from the demon. "Don't you thing I tried?" He hissed between tightly clenched teeth. "It's not that easy..what you think you can do? You're human..."The last word was filled with venom, but Crowley's expression softened after it.

" You have free will...I never knew what was that...not as Kyriel, or Crawly...I thought I did as Anthony Crowley but...it's never going to happen."

Well, he has been through a lot recently. Everyone has their moments >: But Cori can help!

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

For some long moments, he only stared, his eyes hard and narrowed. He sat back, regarding him.

And then he quickly shoved Crowley in the chest. Not as hard as he normally would have; if his assumption was right, the breathing problems were due to broken ribs. He didn't want to make the injury worse, only grab his attention.

"That's the biggest load of bull I've ever heard. And I've heard a lot." Without even waiting for a reply, he grabbed Crowley's arm and stood, pulling the demon up with him, allowing the man to lean heavily on him as he got him ready to start walking. "For fucks sake, are you even listening to yourself? I'd almost prefer having the snarky bastard that routinely pisses me off back than sit here and listen to you whine."

yeah..all solved :3

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"Says the man who wanted to die.." He snapped back, rubbing his chest with one hand where Corinthian had pushed him. It didn't hurt that much, but it did hurt.

"Fuck you." he replied automatically and then frowned. he was silent for long moments. "Oh..fuck me, I sounded like some crappy teenage who just got his briefs in a twist because his father didn't let him use the car." He let himself be dragged, it was not like he could move much by himself. The cat jumped in next of them, a large black feather caught between her teeth. "Next time hit me on the head."

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

"I didn't want to die." His voice was hard, and there was maybe a small wince that crossed his face.

He didn't say anything else as he got the demon situated, one of his arms around his shoulders while keeping his own wrapped firmly around the other man's waist. A brief glance was sent at the cat, and with a soft nudge to Crowley he nodded to her. "Carry Maddie. And don't worry, I'll do more than that if this happens again."

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

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.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

"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."

Icons so appropiate X3

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

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.

ffff I think I squealed a little XD I love that icon <3

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

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.