Crowley (serpentofeden) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-10-14 07:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~2019 october, ~40 points, ~~crowley (serpentofeden), ~~scarlett bernard (magickryptonite) |
Who: Crowley and OTA
What: Drinking the plot away
When: Monday evening
Where: Verdant
Warnings: An emotional demon with copious amounts of alcohol...I genuinely don't know what he's about to say or do
Everyone said you eventually learned to roll with the things the Dome did. Crowley had been prepared for that, honestly. After several millennia of God playing an odd game with humanity and him bearing witness, he had learned fairly well how to roll with the punches.
But She had never played with his heart that way.
It was like a dream he hadn't wanted to wake up from. Oh, sure, the kid was a new touch. Crowley had never really seen himself as a parental figure, but he had always had a soft spot for kids, and Trixie was a good kid.
But the rest...
He really was an idiot, letting himself get caught up in something he had no business being in. After their fight pre-Apocalypse and then thinking Aziraphale was dead, he should just shut up and be grateful he still had the angel in his life.
But it was awfully hard when he could absolutely still remember, if he focused, what those insanely soft lips felt like. That was enough to fuel his fantasies for another century or two at least.
What he really wanted to do was lock himself away and sleep for another eighty years. But this wasn't the 19th century. He had a life here. A real job, humans who depended on him.
So instead he just locked himself away in his flat - thank God, Satan, and everyone in between they hadn't moved in together yet - and began drinking. And continued doing so until it was an appropriate time to do so in public. Alone in his flat, it was far too quiet. Verdant had humans. Loud, constantly moving humans dancing and talking and trying to get laid. There was music, not much to his taste but loud and vibrant just the same.
And whiskey. So much whiskey. Pulling himself up to the bar, he ordered a double, begging for something to kick in soon. Curse this body that was human but only just. Getting drunk was possible but damn did it take some effort.