dontfeartreaper: (Kitty- sleepy)
There's a certain black cat sleeping on the counter of the kitchen. Why? Because it's summer and it's hot and even if Crowley likes hot places he also likes to sleep properly and doesn't mind changing forms for that.

Even if certain forms can cause misunderstandings.
dontfeartreaper: (Crowley)
[No one could tell that Crowley wasn't a social demon. Here he was, in front of Anthema's door waiting for the woman to get done with..whatever women spend so much time doing before an appointment and wondering why he agreed to this.]

[Video]

Aug. 20th, 2009 02:33 am
dontfeartreaper: (I'm bringing sexy back)
[If they're going to be stuck on a lost island, they're going to enjoy what the resort has to offer. Crowley managed to trick Corinthian into going to the pool, but the other man is not seen in the video. The demon is sitting in a deck-chair, clearly enjoying the sun on his skin, when a curly-haired woman approaches him. She has green eyes and brown hair, and the pieces of robes she wears aren't enough to deserve to be called a bikini.

She sits next to Crowley and smiles not so innocently.

"Nice shades." The demon returned the smile briefly but doesn't pay her much attention. He can't remember how many time he heard that in all his centuries on Earth. She bends down to murmur something in his ear and her hand caresses his leg; Crowley's brow goes up and he grins more sharply and he murmurs something back to her.

She looks pleased and keeps her hand on his thigh a bit longer than necessary before walking away, swaying her hips.]
dontfeartreaper: (Interested -fan art)
 [Sitting in the couch with an sleepy Maddie on his lap, watching Gone with the wind]
dontfeartreaper: (Glance Uhmm? fan art)
(ooc: ref here)

Crowley let out a low sigh when he materialized on the room again using the modem. His sudden apparition scared Maddie, and the cat hissed at him before to hide under the sofa. The demon ignored her, lost in thought.

Corinthian was right, he been acting strange that last days, he didn't know why the other's man attitude drive him so crazy sometimes but it did. He was a demon, demons don't feel. Period.

He hate it when someone was right and that someone wasn't him. with a frown, he disappeared on the kitchen and come back with more alchohol than a normal human could handle if he wanted to survive the night. But he was not a normal human and neither was Corinthian. Crowley bent down so his golden eyes meet the yellow ones of Maddie, who was now curled up on the sofa.

"Yo, girl... you're going to be a mommy, you obviously managed to find a partner without killing him. How?" The cat growled softy at him. "Really? I don't think that he will do that, and I would instinctively hit anyone that try to bit my neck, lady." Maddie meowed. "Hn..maybe it will be different if he does it that way, yes."
dontfeartreaper: (Sweet dreams)

[Curled up sleeping on Corianthian's bed]
dontfeartreaper: (Sleep I don't need to but I like it)
[ooc:First part here]

Maddie was hungry.

A hungry cat was never a good thing, but instead of attack the kitchen or whatever she could find that looked like food Maddie went to her owner's room, because she was a clever cat after all. When she walked in Amddie noticed that he was not alone and soon the demon presence ont he bed was clear.

Crowley was curled up next to Corinthian's side, not because of the lack of space, the bed surely was big enough for two persons, but because he liked to sleep like that. Old snake habits die hard.

The cat jumped on the bed an approached Corinthian, she started to lick his hand to wake him up.
dontfeartreaper: (Snake - sleepy tiem)
There was a large Red-bellied Black Snake dozing in the sun. The snake was comfy curled up over an old car, a Bentley left on the middle of the jungle, happily enjoying the sunlight, even if the snake looked less than happy. It looked even a bit grumpy, but it wasn't like snake were the most cheerful animals on the planet after all...

[RL-]

Jun. 3rd, 2009 11:15 pm
dontfeartreaper: (I was one of them too)
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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