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[Jan. 14th, 2010|10:24 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Watson
What: A friendly game of dice. Or, Crowley actually doing his bloody job for once.
When/Where: Tonight, Eden Resort and Casino in Monte Carlo
Warnings: At least gambling and innuendo. Will update.
( Really, who didn't see that one coming? ) |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|08:09 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Discussions, possibly of a marriage-related social contractual nature. It is all Mary's fault!
When/Where: Backdated to yesterday evening, St. James Park, London
Warnings: Entirely possible, will update if needed.
Right after receiving the last message from Aziraphale, Crowley willed himself over to St. James park, day-old loaf of bread in tow. Mary, and her ridiculous mention of marriage, had got him to thinking. And, if that entire debacle with Satan and her human was any sort of omen, well. Excuse Crowley for wanting to to know where he and his Angel stood.
Walking over to the pond, he was trying to be quiet, so as not to disturb his lover and the fowl. But he couldn't stop the snort at the sight of the well-worn tweed blazer his lover was fond of, near-camouflage against the pine and fall leaves of the forest around them.
He moved to stand next to his lover, opening the bag of bread and ripping off a chunk to toss to the nearest waterfowl.
"Wherever did you find that coat? I thought you'd lost it," Moreover, he was almost positive he'd buried it in the foundation of his new club. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|07:47 pm] |
Who: Crowley, Zira, Parker and Dominic
What: A meeting of like minds. Literally. Parker houses a version of Zira, Crowley and Zira are confused.
When/Where: Backdated to last night (before the log with Ax)/Crowley's Club (which needs to be named again)
Warnings: Yup.
( Witty Cut Text Here ) |
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[Jul. 20th, 2009|01:42 am] |
Who: Kakia and Crowley
What: Drinks, convo
Where: Bar
Warnings: Actually, no. Shocking, right?
It took only slightly longer than the five minutes requested for Kakia to be walking into the bar, having appeared just around the corner from the building, and taking the elevator up. It'd been quite a while sine she was in London, but any day with a clear sky was generally acceptable. Once the elevator stopped she took a moment to admire the view outside the windows, before admiring the view inside the bar, eyes trailing over the various and sundry folk filling the place.
Her smile lit lightly as she saw her drinking partner for the next hour or so, and made her way over, easing through mortals with finesse and coming up beside him. "Mr. Crowley. How are you, doll?" |
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[Jul. 13th, 2009|10:46 pm] |
Who: Crowley, Aziraphale
What: Reciting the Rosary. (You have to ask, at this point?)
When/Where: Backdated to soon after this log/Aziraphale's new bookshop in London, specifically the greenhouse on the roof
Warnings: Likely.
It was a sunny afternoon in London, by the time Crowley had finished what he'd had to do in Eden. That was how he was referring to it, in his head; 'what he'd had to do'. Considering the details- or much of anything about the situation- just served to raise his temper, and that was dangerous, for both himself and his surroundings. In an effort to relax, he'd willed himself up to his greenhouse, originally with the intent to soothe himself by scaring some life into his plants. However, the scene was as lush and exotic as he demanded of his gardens, and even he didn't have the heart to ask for more from them. It was steamy, hot, and all too inviting to leave to brave the throng of confused mortals who'd erroneously assumed the shope was still in business. With a bit of thought, Crowley was back to his 'original' (demon) form, a larger-than-life green boa, curled around the base of a small tree in the room.
Some might define it as sulking. But they'd better not do it where Crowley could hear. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2009|01:13 am] |
Who: Crowley and Adikia
What: Letting off some steam- nonsexually, that is.
When/Where: After Kia's last post/the offices at the resort
Warnings: Mun-coordinated violence, their mouths... probably not more than that.
( If he was honest, he just didn't see the big deal. ) |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Getting back to their roots, a la feeding the ducks at St. James' Park
When/Where: Backdated to after Zira's post, London; St. James to start
Warnings: Anything's possible; safe to say, yes.
Crowley had called the appropriate members of his staff up to his office, informing them he was leaving, and that things were going to run just as they had been, or else. He didn't have to elaborate; the demons all seemed to get the point, even through the smile Crowley had on his face. In reality, he knew it probably scared them more to see him in a good mood, than if he'd managed to actually keep a straight face while threatening them. He wasn't concerned, either way. All he was worried about, was finding his Angel, and going back to London.
He'd missed London, all told; despite the memories of the botched Apocalypse, and everything that had happened to him there, it was where he was happiest. Where he'd last remembered being truly happy. And while it went against everything a demon was, Crowley wasn't interested in keeping himself from the simple pleasures, just because he was 'supposed' to. That felt an awful lot like a rule
Smiling a little at the thought, he wandered out into the grand room of their penthouse, looking around for his Angel. |
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[May. 17th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Adikia, later Zira/Zeke
What: Reunions, releasing tension of various types
When/Where: Tonight, right after this/the penthouse in Eden
Warnings: Yes? Sex, violence, discussion of violence. The usual.
( Witty Cut Text Ahoy ) |
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[May. 12th, 2009|07:12 pm] |
Who: Adikia and Crowley
What: Angry!Makeup!Sex
Where: Her room.
When: Now, before he goes Below
Warnings: Err...yes.
( Pain is such a relative thing. ) |
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[Apr. 24th, 2009|10:56 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Adikia
What: A tour of her house. Or, at least, her bedroom.
When/Where: Backdated a day or two (again, mun fail)/Adikia's new digs
Warnings: Hell yes? I hope!
Crowley was more than eager to take the invitation to make his way to Kia's new place, needing the excuse to be around someone decidedly fun, after the last few weeks' worth of deliberation and negotiation with his Hellish business partners. He willed himself to the location she'd mentioned, careful to drop himself in her bedroom- hey, if he was going to get a tour, he was going to start it right.
Looking around, he cleared his throat, certain she would have felt him arrive. |
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[Mar. 13th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
Who: Satriel/Nathaniel Quinn and Aziraphale/Ezekiel Rosier
What: Meetings, tempting the Angel/man, gambling
When/Where: Tonight / Eden Casino
Warnings: TBD
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Who: Aziraphale/Ezekiel Rosier, Anthony J Crowley
What: Regrouping after Zira's (Zeke's) time in Hell
When/Where: Shortly after Zira's meeting with Satriel / their villa in Eden
Warnings: NC-17, picture links, the usual.
( Witty Cut-Text the Second ) |
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[Mar. 9th, 2009|10:04 am] |
Who: Adikia and Crowley
What: Meeting his contact
when: The day after their convo on the main page
Warnings: With them? Oh yes.
It was rare that Kia was on time for anything, but she made sure she was early today. And she'd dressed to impress. Her hair was done in an excellent french twist and her pin striped grey skirt was slightly too short and too tight to be considered completely business like but she was Kia, even with ice pick heels on. She'd erased her leg tattoos, for the meantime, but left her face and neck ones in place. With her arms covered, it left a hint of naughty beneath the surface calm exterior.
The piece she was the most proud of were the black thick rimmed glasses, complete with shiny crystals on the edges. Perched on the tip of her nose, she looked like the sexy secretary Crowley had suggested. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|11:58 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: A bit of fun, wet-and-naked style
When/Where: Today after Crowley's meeting with Alexia, Eden
Warnings: Definately. NC-17. There's no telling how far.
( Witty Cut Text Here ) |
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|02:28 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Alexia
What: A business meeting; which is to say, Crowley has no idea
When/Where: This evening, Alexia's London Flat
Warnings: No idea.
Crowley had been on the way to pick a... teaser, for a client, when he slid the tape into his casette player. The repetition of his name, admittedly, had Crowley worried- he hadn't been quite sure that Alexia would approve of his friendship with the Prince; he glanced around, paranoid, thinking he was about to be accosted, or worse, sent right back to Hell.
He visibly relaxed at the mention of a promotion, having to laugh hysterically at the end of the tape, when Sinatra resumed control over the stereo, sounding a little preturbed to have been upstaged. (The man always was a bit of a diva.)
Shutting the car back off, he took the time to send a quick message to his Angel and the goddess, unsure just what he was being sent off to do. However, Alexia had said he'd be waiting, so he quickly shut the device off (his business associates could figure out what to do with the child themselves), willing himself to the door of his Lord's flat. He didn't bother knocking, knowing Alexia would know he had arrived, and answer when he felt like. |
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[Dec. 17th, 2008|03:21 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | adikia, anteros, anthony j crowley, aphrodite, ares, até, cassiel, dolos, edward albright, henry spivey, kakia, lorna dane, marius rogan, meat, melpomene, momos, nessarose thropp, styx | ] |
Who: EVERYONE
What: Saturnalia!
Where: St. Patrick's Cathedral, NYC
When: Wednesday, the 17th.
Warnings: Only if the party goes well. So we can hope.
( Io, Saturnalia! ) |
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|09:11 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: Inspections, of a sort
When/Where: Now, the bath of their suite in Eden
Warnings: These two are their own warning. Specifically, dark subject matter, sex, that sort of thing. If you're looking for kittens avert thine eyes.
Crowley decided not to make either of them wait longer than necessary, willing himself into the master bath just as the Ang- his lover, said he would be waiting. (He was no longer an Angel, in body or soul. Crowley didn't want to afford himself the charade any longer.)
The sight of Zira's new body made him gasp, smells of ash and decay assaulting him as he did so. He had to cough, but didn't let it deter him from stepping forward and into the bath behind his lover. Sitting on the edge, he ran his hand through the other's new brunette locks, smile evident in his voice.
"Love the new look, darling. At least what I can see of it," The almost-black water concealed the lower half of his form, but Crowley was surprisingly patient, willing to enjoy Zira's presence, before getting down to 'business'. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2008|10:19 pm] |
Who: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Rusty
What: Tormenting the thief
When/Where: After Rusty tried to take Crowley's casino/Basement dungeon of said casino
Warnings: I don't even know where to begin. So. Yes. NWS. Violence and sexual, most likely.
( We're all just killing time to keep time from killing us ) |
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[Nov. 30th, 2008|08:42 pm] |
Who: Edward Albright and Crowley. Possibly Henry.
What: Meeting face to face
Where/When: Crowley's casino, today
Warnings: Edward is trying to force Henry out of his personal space
With no guarantee that Henry wouldn't wake up and ruin his fun, Edward headed down to Crowley's casino in Monte Carlo. He took an hour to enjoy the sight and sin, to gamble casually (losing $50 in the process, and winning $35 of it back), before looking to find the owner. He went to the bar tender, because bar tenders seem to know everything in casinos, and was directed to Crowley's office. He took a moment then to smooth his shirt and comb his fingers through his hair before knocking.
He would be lying to say he wasn't a little bit nervous. He wasn't nervous about meeting Crowley face to face. He certainly wasn't nervous about the prospect of getting Henry out of his immediate life. He was nervous for reasons he didn't quite understand, and without knowing the cause, he had a harder time quelling the butterflies in his gut. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2008|10:50 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: Redefining an Arrangement, now of an Unholy nature
When/Where: Tonight, Aziraphale's library under the former club, NYC.
Warnings: Oh, probably.
( In Which a New Balance is Found ) |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|11:11 pm] |
Who: Anthony J Crowley, Aziraphale
What: Reactions, reacquaintances.
When/Where: Tonight, after Crowley and Zira's respective talks with Alexi/ Their new place in Monte Carlo
Warnings: Swearings, talk of unpleasantness, inevitably NSFW-ness
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|03:47 pm] |
Who: Anthony J Crowley and Alexia Winters
What: Fouling Crowley Up. Whatever Alexia decides that means.
When/Where: Right the hell now, Alexia's flat in London
Warnings: Um, yes. Definately.
Crowley knocked, right after he sent the last of his messages, leaning himself against the wall next to Alexia's door. He took another drag on the cigarette he was holding, all but radiating arrogance; this arrangement he and his new Lord had concocted had been working out better than he had dared to hope. And now, here he was, about to have even more fun.
At least, he hoped. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2008|09:29 pm] |
Who: Anthony J. Crowley, Aziraphale and Jade
When: Now
Where: Jade's club
What: Sex
Warnings: Sex. BDSM. Sex. etc.
Rating: NC-17
Status: In Progress
( Angel, Demon, Immortal... ) |
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|06:05 pm] |
Who: Crowley, OPEN to those who might show up to one of his parties.
When/where: Tonight, right around the start of the All Hallow's Plot/Crowley's Kitschy-Named club.
What/Warnings: Sexy Halloween. AKA, sex, drugs, music and dancing, with possibilities of zombies and/or cannibalism. Pretty much, yes.
Crowley wandered the floor of his club one last time, making sure everything was to his liking. He was in the 'dungeon', the fetish room furthest to the back, adjusting chains and implements of varying degrees. As the rooms progressed forward, they became less and less 'dirty', until he reached the dance floor proper, which appeared to be little more than a regular club- ignoring the mostly-naked bodies warming up on the stages, and in cages scattered about. He willed the bars full, and gave one last good shout to get the staff in order, before heading to the door, letting the waiting masses in. Mostly unassuming humans, as was always the case for the beginnings of his nights, but he held out hope that one of his more... interesting guests would be there soon.
Crowley was in the mood to party. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|12:19 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | adikia, all hallow's plot, anne boleyn, anne of cleves, anthony j crowley, charles brandon, gabriella montez, henry fitzroy, henry tudor, jade, jane seymour, margaret tudor, mason, sonya blade | ] |
Who: Henry Tudor, Gabriella Montez, Charles Brandon, Margaret Tudor, Anne Boleyn, Mason, Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleves, Henry Fitzroy, Jade, Sonya Blade, Adikia, Anthony J Crowley
What: Henry's Halloween Bash
Where: A private, newly purchased home on a very large lot outside of Las Vegas, NV
When: Friday, October 31, 2008 (VERY bendy-time)
Warnings: Oh, on a guess I'm going to say some foul language, hopefully minimal violence and almost certainly smut.
Status: In progress
( Let it never be said Henry doesn't host a hell of a shindig ) |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2008|07:52 pm] |
Who: Zira and Crowley
What: Fooling Around
When: Tonight
Warnings: NWS, the angela nd the demon are playing with paints
( Human Canvas ) |
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[Sep. 13th, 2008|05:03 pm] |
Who: Petit's moving crew
Where: Crowley's fine business establishment in London
When: Sunday afternoon
Why: Planning and probably executing a heist
( It was NOT a dark and stormy night ) |
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[Sep. 8th, 2008|10:25 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Satan Herself
What: A little grovelling, likely of a sexual nature. Also, stripping (why sugar coat it?)
When/Where: Right the heck now, Satan's digs
Warnings: See the what.
Crowley couldn't deny that he was actually a little excited, to be jogging up the formidable steps of his Lo- Lady's stoop, moving to knock on her door. He had been on shaky ground with his Side, ever since his slight wander back Up the moral scale, and just the fact that she would have an audience with him was enough to put a little spring in his step. That she was as interested in this new body as he was, was just bonus. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|07:18 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Zira
What: Exploring the new bodies they have aquired
When: When Crowley found David Beckham's face.
Where: Their place
Warnings: N.W.S.
Aziraphale arrived home, poofing himself right to Crowley's side. He established his balance, and nearly lost it again to see his love in person, with his new face. The body was considerably more buff than his previous one. Zira stepped closer, a hand out to feel the bulk of one arm. "My dear," he looekd to Crowley's new face, "I do believe you have out done yourself."
Crowley had always been gorgeous, Zira never questioned that. But seeing him now, he had to agree the demon was due for an upgraded look. Nothing wrong with his previous face, no. Zira was still fond of that. But he had grown tired of his own face, after so many years. A little change was a good thing.
A very good thing. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|08:23 pm] |
Who: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Alex Bernier
What: Post-AU!Plot explanations, and interrogating a sin eater
When/Where: Last night, the basement of Crowley's club
Warnings: Inevitably, at least swearing. I'm going with 'R', for now.
Crowley headed to the steps leading into the bowels of his club, leaning near the doorway at the bottom to wait for the Angel to meet him. He wasn't sure where he- or the babe- were, so he was attempting to hold off on confronting their 'guest', until he knew they would be safe. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|07:38 pm] |
Who: Crowley, Zira, and Alex
What: Make new friends, but keep the old
Where: In the bowels of Crowley's club
When: Last Night
Warnings: NWS.
Alex headed to the club Crowley had said she owned. It wasn't far from his church,a nd he took the long way around just to go past the church. It looked just as he remembered, and that made him feel a curious mix of pride and fear. He shrugged it off, and started walking again, double checking the address three times just to be sure. He finally stuffed the paper in his pocket, and headed to the door.
"Crowley is expecting me," he informed the door man. The man gave him a once over, nodded, and let him through. The music throbbed, he'd felt it half a block away. The lights were low, dim except for the stages, where performers...performed. Alex kept his gaze averted as much as he could, and simply headed to the bar to get a drink, dropping Crowley's name once again. The pulse of the lights was giving him a headache, and he hoped getting sloshed quickly woudl help that. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|07:54 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale, Crowley, and baby Cassiel
What: Crowley's meeting the child
When/Where: Today, Crowley's club
Warnings: Cuteness? Will update if there is NWS-ness
Aziraphale felt like dancing, as he carried the baby, but the child was sleeping in his arms, and he didn't wish to disturb her, so he walked at a slow and steady pace. It didn't take him long to reach the club, entering through the back door, and earning some odd looks from Crowley's staff. "My dear," he said to one wide eyed young boy who wore very nearly nothing, "would you point me toward the stairs? I seem to have forgotten the way."
The boy led him to a massive set of double doors, leading to the club proper. Zira stopped, and glanced behind him. "No, no, Child. I wish to go downstairs. To my dearests, that is to say, to Miss Crowley's offices." The boy stared at him, as if he didn't understand the language he spoke. The tiny child stretched and mewed in his arms. "Can you show me the way, boy?" |
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[Jul. 20th, 2008|04:04 pm] |
Who: AU!Crowley, AU!Aziraphale
What: Care and Feeding of an Angel
When/Where: Tonight, the Angel's room under Crowley's club
Warnings: D/s elements, possibly Angel smut.
Crowley made her way down to the room where she kept the pet, just fast enough to suggest a slight air of worry. The Angel had been acting strangely, ever since her last feeding, and she was starting to sense his soul finally giving in to the desire to fade away.
She was worried over losing her toy, before she had the chance to train a new one. That was certainly it. She simply had to make her pet last, until she could find another. That was where the worry came from.
Moving to the door, she willed it open, looking around- her latest gift, a new stack of books for the pet to pour over, hadn't been touched, and the usually neat room was in a state of disarray. That earned a frown, as she moved further in, hands on her hips.
"Angel?" |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|11:55 pm] |
Who: Femme!Crowley, OTA
What: Friday night club-time
When: Right the heck now!
Warnings: Yes. Crowley's a succubus, his friends are all of questionable natures right now, and his club's nearly a brothel. R, at least.
The theme of her club was always changing, as subtle as it was, to suit Crowley's mood. Tonight, she was feeling particularly playful, after a good session with her Angel, and met some new playthings acquaintances to show off for. The club was something like a leather bar, tonight- the music deep and throbbing, the dancers dressed in scraps of latex and lace. She herself was in a leather dress, so tight as to appear painted on, with boots that rose up past her knee. Otherwise, though, she had a rather nonchalant air about her, wandering around the club with a small smirk, welcoming her guests and enjoying the sights and sounds, the lust radiating off them all in waves. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|12:42 am] |
Who: Crowley (Who needs a femme!name) and Aziraphale
What: That copius smut Jack mentioned. Of course.
When/Where: Tonight, the dungeon of the club (which, disturbingly enough, existed before plot)
Warnings: Oh yes. NC-17, D/s elements, hetero sex, possibly violence. It goes on.
( You Bring Me Closer to God ) |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|06:20 pm] |
Who: Alexia and Anthony Crowley
What: Well, at least someone's trying to help. Pff.
Where: Crowley's night club.
When: Tonight
Warnings: Um. Hello? Incubus?
If one thing could be said about Alexia, it was that he lived up to every single aspect of his profession's reputation. As soon as he sent the last message to Anthony, he made himself acutely aware of where the other demon was, and then shivered out of one place in reality, and shivered into another. He was wearing casual, thickly indulgent clothing - velvet and leather, his red hair pouring over his shoulders as he slid up behind Anthony with a smile against the other demon's ear.
"Long time." He purred, putting his hands on Crowley's shoulders, before slipping around to face him. "Sweet merciful fuck, what have you done with yourself, pet? You look miserable. Oh. Wait. It's you." He teased, tracing his fingers across the jawbone of the other. |
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[Jul. 12th, 2008|12:41 am] |
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Worry sex. I don't see the point in sugar-coating it.
When/Where: Tonight, wherever it is they are living today
Warnings: NC-17, with violent tendencies, possibly.
Crowley was feeling less and less content as his conversation with Aziraphale continued over the boards. Something was wrong, he just couldn't put a finger on what.
And then it came to him. He was becoming Tainted- his time with the Angel and his charge was starting to make him worry, make him care, and it was starting to affect his very soul. Unsure of what to make of it all, the demon tried to shove the thoughts from his mind as he poof'd himself back into their bedroom, leaning against the door to take in the sight of the Angel on the bed. It was a sign of unease, but a subtle one, and he hoped Aziraphale wouldn't call him on it. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|10:10 pm] |
Who: Crowley and Cassiel (Self-log FTW, at least in his post)
What: Fluff. A demon becoming less-demonlike.
When/Where: Earlier today, the Angel's library/Cassiel's nursery.
Warnings: Cuteness. This is essentially being posted to amuse Mary and Zira.
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