crowley perfected the double cross. (redsmoke) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-03-25 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | aphrodite | vicki starr, crowley |
Who: Crowley & Aphrodite
What: Catching up after the Lucifer debacle.
When: Saturday evening.
Where: Crowley's place
Rating: Lowish? Potential shenanigans, some swearing.
Status: In progress.
It had been difficult to wrench himself away from Michael's apartment, if he had to be honest. He'd enjoyed the archangel's company, and he had to admit he'd enjoyed feeling Michael healing him, having the archangel tend to him, and just having his presence there, a guiding firm anchor keeping him grounded. The damage Lucifer had done to his vessel had been strenuous, he'd very nearly killed him and if it hadn't been for Michael's intervention he would have. But Lucifer's words, just as they always did, had burrowed under Crowley's skin, crawled through his demonic smoke and twisted into his mind, infecting his thoughts and invading his dreams, keeping him awake at night. The old self-doubts and self-consciousnesses that he held for many years were arising once again due to the devil's words, and it was only when he was in Michael's presence that all that screaming laughter, those twisted demonic jeering self-loathing jibes, all of it faded into nothing when he felt the archangel's presence.
But Crowley knew he couldn't stay. His dogs needed him, and Michael needed to get back to work. Plus the fact that Lucifer had left Preya now and there was no real reason for Michael to truly watch over Crowley anymore, right? So Crowley had left Michael with a parting gift, decking out his apartment with furnishings that suited the blues and other hues attributed to the archangel, and also other colours that would fit in well with the vessel. He also added little niche subtle things that would put the whole apartment together, though there was of course room for Michael to add more things of his own such as photographs, commemorative police memorabilia, various weaponry, artwork, etc. But Crowley was most proud of his finishing touch, the blue irises. He'd smiled when he'd picked them out from the shop in Everdale, and hadn't stopped smiling as he'd written the letter and left it for Michael.
Now, he was back home. It felt good to be back home. He'd fed his dogs, let them lick every part of him they wanted, then he'd stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into his jacuzzi, grabbed a bottle of Scotch and some of his finest dark chocolates, before waiting for Aphrodite to arrive. He sighed, sitting back happily, his dragon tattoos seeming to glitter under the water jets.
Hearing her arrive, he smiled. "Hope you don't mind the water temperature's. I like it hot, but I can turn it down for you if you like, darling." He was still sore, but the hot water was soothing, this was one of the closest things he could get to the volcanic deep tissue massages he got in Hell. "Step into my office."