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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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"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?"

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"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 :|

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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~

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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@^_^@

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"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.

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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

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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

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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*

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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!

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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."

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"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."

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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.

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"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

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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

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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.

I'm proud :3 And that icons is so fun~ And sorrya bout the TL;DR :|

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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.

Bah, no worries, everyone loves tl;dr~ <3

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"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."

^__^ good to know. And sorry Crowley doens't know how to say 'thanks'

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"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."

Bah, neither does Cori, really. They'll both learn eventually, right? >_>

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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."

define eventually >> It's been thousand years for Crowley and...no.

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"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.]

fffff alright, this may be a bit hard >_>

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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.


(( Ask and you shall receive? :> ))

Stupid supernatural entities >:|

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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.

((*_* yiiipe! And you can annoy Scott here: http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/19299928.html#comments))

I know, right? :| Making things so difficult for us, it's rude.

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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.

They should be ashamed >:|||||

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"...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.