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Maddie's hair stood up and she started to hiss and growl at the door seconds before Crowley steeped inside the room. The cat was used to the demon's scent, but the sulfur and blood smell that come with him that time was something she disliked.

Crowley's suit was covered with dark stains, not all of them looked like blood, and his expression was dark. He shooed Maddie away and sat on a chair by the table.

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The former nightmare was just concentrating on the grapes for the moment, sparing quick glances at the other man only every once in while as he ate but otherwise attempting to ignore him. He was....failing rather miserably, all things considered.

He hummed softly in agreement at the demon's comment. "They're not bad," he replied a little awkwardly.

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If Crowley didn't sighed out loud was because he still had the cherry between his teeth. The demon reached out and caressed Corinthian's arm. He was looking away from him and though he looked outwardly as composed as ever, Crowley noticed that his breathing was not as regular as it could have been.

"Cherry?" he asked innocently.

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He almost moved away from the touch on instinct. It would have been decidedly more comfortable if the whole thing were more on his own terms rather than Crowley's, but he managed as well as he could.

"Never liked them." It was the truth, even, although he had to admit that seeing it offered like that....

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This time, Crowley sighed, swallowing the cherry without even chew on it first, pit and all. He left the bowl between them, staring at the ceiling.

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He had to keep from rolling his eyes, but rather than saying anything to that he only continued to eat in silence. After several minutes he finally reached over and hesitantly nudged the demon.

"Grapes are gone. Happy?"

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"Congrats. " He replied bitter. "I would tell you to go get a cookie but you will refuse. "

He sat up and took of the shirt, fighting the wish of throw it at the other's mans face. He was wearing another of Cori's shirts under the first one.

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And in return the Corinthian had to fight the urge to hit Crowley over the head with the fruit bowl. And urge that doubled when he noticed the next shirt.

"What the hell do you want from me? You know I've never eaten much, there's no changing that."

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'Much' that was the euphemism of the year. Crowley just liked to annoy him, to invade his intimacy. He blamed it on his demon nature, he refused to admit that it was because he cared, even to himself.

"Did you eat at all when I had a kip?"

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"....I ate enough," he replied after a moment, absently picking out a strawberry to toy with. Always just enough to keep himself functioning. He doubted he'd ever get used to the habit, but he was finding a balance that seemed to work.

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Ate enough my ass, Crowley thought, but he was not going to call him about it anymore. It was not his problem if he wanted to starve to death, right? Right.

And yet...

"Are you sleepy?"

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For a while he didn't look up, but after several long moments he finally sighed, tossing the strawberry back into the bowl. Crowley wouldn't give up until he got something.

"A little."

I thought I replied this D:

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Thinking about the whole situation for another moment, Crowley finally get rid of the other shirt and quickly get inside the bed before Corinthian could ask about the bruises visible in his back. "Get in there:"

It's alright! ♥

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The brief flash he did catch of the bruises earned a sharp look, but for once he tried to keep himself for questioning it. Although he was suddenly concerned about just how much damage Balthazar had caused before going down....

He didn't even bother to undress. Just put the bowl aside and slipped under the covers.

/buried with tags like always XD

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The lack of comment was unexpected but relieving. It spare Crowley some sarcastic comment he didn't feel like making.

"Belt at the very least had to go. Belt buckles pressing into your abdomen while you slept were not nice, Alex." Come a murmur under a nest of sheets.

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That earned a comment, muffled and indecipherable as it was as he rolled his eyes and tugged the belt off. Once that was tossed away he stared at the demon thoughtfully, and a moment later he scooted closer, nestling up against him. It was sort of an apology. And maybe a little bit worrying.

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There were still too much clothes in his opinion. Instead of complaining he come closer, enjoying what he could get. Crowley caressed a strong arm, making sure to use his power to help the other man to sleep without problems.

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He relaxed with the touch, and it was difficult to keep from wrapping an arm around the other man, but the thought of the injuries kept him from doing so. "....how long will it take to heal?"

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"Heal what?" Crowley looked over his shoulders looking as clueless as he could. he saw the wounds after all.... without a second thought he placed the arm around him so corinthian was wrapping his waist, wanted or not.

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"And you worry that I'm going to get myself killed," he murmured, unconsciously tightening his hold the moment Crowley seemed to give him permission.

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Crowley didn't replied first, then he murmured hiding it with a yawn. "I don't worry. I'm never worried. " But it has been spoken too soft to be sincere.


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He scoffed, quietly, into the crook of the older man's shoulder. He could tell Crowley didn't actually mean it, but it always was in his nature to push. "Then the thing with Balthazar....?"


(( a;kjdsbc;kjasbdcakjsdbcskjadbc *_* I will happily take this blame~ [/works on Miguel journal~] ))

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Crowley avoided replying with a half shrug and made a thoughtful sound. Cori just loved to press the issue, don't he?

Bastard.

[Good >/...ilu ♥ ^_^]

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For a brief moment he entertained the idea of biting Crowley for that--his jugular was right there in front of him, it would be easy--but instead he only muttered under his breath and closed his eyes, trying to will himself to doze off while lightly tracing little designs on the small of the demon's back.


(( ilu2~ ♥ :> ))

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Corinthian did not need to see to sense the demon's amused smirk. It was gone no long before, replaced for a softer one.

"No groping." He taunted, still with that other smile. "Aren't you tired?"

(>w<)

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"I am." He could most certainly hear the smile in the others voice. It made him frown in return, his hand pausing, and it was a few moments before he spoke again. "I don't know....I can't really sleep lately."