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Tweak says, "And not in a PLAW."

AJ Crowley (vaguesaunter) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2019-09-06 06:15:00

Entry tags:

anthony j. crowley, lucifer morningstar

WHO: Lucifer and Crowley
WHAT: Brownie batter
WHEN: Last night
WHERE: Crowley's
RATING: TBD, but fairly lowish

In the grand scheme of things, inviting Lucifer over for cake and brownie batter wouldn't put an end to the world. Crowley surmised that the Lucifer here couldn't be so terrible as to give his only begotten son because he so hateth the world that he wished to destroy mankind. Right? Yes. Right. And so the demon who had once been known as Crawley¹ stood in the kitchen, wearing a pink apron over his otherwise black wardrobe, and cracked an egg into his mixing bowl.

He'd left the door unlocked because he and this world's Lucifer were on a level where tenuous trust was at least open and Lucifer was perfectly capable of entering on his own. Crowley's condo was less decorated than Lucifer's, but it was similar in cultural artifacts, and then there were the plants. The most green and luxurious in all of, well, most anywhere, save for the healthy and untouched parts of the rain forest.

Anyway, Crowley turned on his Kitchen Aid², half expecting Lucy to startle him. Well. He was ready. Maybe.

1. A dreadful name, to be sure. More of a title really. And he will thank you not to bring it up in polite conversation.
2. Crowley would deny it utterly, but he did enjoy cooking. It was therapeutic, you see, and Crowley was surprisingly good at it.

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	_lightbringer_ 2019-09-25 12:23 am UTC (link)
	The unnatural color caught Damian off guard, but all that showed was a twitch of his brows. Contacts. Had to be contacts. Of course. The twerp was simply trying to get a rise out of him. "Wouldn't have asked if I didn't, luv." He canted his head a little as he gave Crowley a challenging look. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

vaguesaunter
2019-09-25 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Crowley pressed his sunglasses back up, his mouth still twisted into a smirk that he was sure that only Lucy might be able to read¹.

Instead of answering, Crowley took a spoonful of batter, began to bring it to his own mouth, but flung it at his guest instead. "Oops," he declared, innocent as a man who hissed could be. "So clumsy."

1. Later, Crowley would come to realize that Lucy might not be able to read him as clearly as he'd thought. Much, much later, that was. For now, he was blissful to simply be around him.

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_lightbringer_
2019-09-26 01:53 pm UTC (link)

That action surprised Damian. His first reaction was to mourn for his poor suit. It was immediately replaced by the mental reminder that this was specifically why he'd come. Very well. Let the games begin.

He eyed Crowley with a brow arched as he lifted the batter from the expensive fabric with one finger. "Honestly," he said just before he flicked the batter back at his host.

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	vaguesaunter 2019-09-27 12:29 pm UTC (link)
	"Well now you're just being immature," Crowley declared as he dipped his finger into one of the bowls, coming up with a nice healthy glob of it that he promptly moved over to Lucy and swiped down his cheek. Eye for an eye and all that. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

_lightbringer_
2019-10-04 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Damian watched his host approach. He was pretty certain he knew what was going to happen, but that was why he was here after all. Play. He locked eyes with Crowley as he swiped the batter from his cheek with a finger, but instead of flicking it back at Crowley he stuck his finger in his mouth.

He drew the moment out before his finger emerged from between his lips. "Delicious. I want some more."

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