"To what do I owe the... pleasure of your company, brother?"
Michael loved his siblings (except for the Fallen), but even he had to admit that Gabriel's company generally meant bad things were coming his way in the form of a 'joke'.
He raised an eyebrow at the other, wings slightly outstretched in a greeting. Hopefully his (surprisingly) polite greeting would not be met with Gabriel's unwanted sense of humour.
gabes-big-bag-of-tricks Heavenly Made was as busy as ever, Isabella was working the counter as usual, sifting through the lunchtime rush while Meeka was switching between the front and back of the store and her twin sister Nikki was chatting happily to the customers in the front of the store. Nikki was different to Meeka, in many ways. She was 3 inches taller than her younger sister, had longer hair which was a caramel brown while Meeka had crimson hair. It was easy to tell the sisters apart if you knew the differences to look for. Nikki stayed under Isabella's watchful eye while Meeka decorated cupcakes and wedding cakes for showcase and custom sales.
I Might Like You Better If We Slept Together || Crowley & Gabriel
New York, in Crowley's opinion, was getting sillier with each and every passing day. But, he had a policy of keeping up with trends, and there could be no doubt that the new candy-themed bar on the lower east side was gathering a lot of attention from the humans. So he figures he might as well take a look around, see if there's anyone interesting there.
And it's been a difficult workweek. Stress and long hours spent toiling in an office show on his shoulders which are tense. His face is lined with wrinkles which are only a little covered by the dark inside the bar as he steps inside.
This is just what he wanted. Dark, with plenty of upbeat music and people to dance with. Maybe he'd meet someone worthwhile here. At the very least there were a few good-looking faces he could talk to, maybe go to the bathroom with later. His entire goal is to get smashed and dance and fuck away the end of his work week.
He sits down at the bar with a sigh and signals the waiter, and then waits for him to come over for his drink order.
Character in general: Gabriel-- probably one of my favourite characters on Supernatural, and I do wish we'd seen more of him (even though I do utterly adore his storyline and character development in the show).How they play them: Dio plays Gabriel fantastically, with the mix between his trickster side and his archangel side portrayed excellently. One of the best Gabriels I've had the honour of rping with, and Dio's writing is A+++++++The Mun: Oh, Dio. You are a friend of mine, and absolutely hilarious. I still have the photo of you posing with broccoli, by the way. Dio is lovely, friendly, and someone who you won't regret talking to.
Do I:
RP with them: yes-- although it's only in the Wonderland chatzyWant to RP with them: yESSSSSSSS very much so omg dio
What is my;
Overall Opinion: Dio is lovely and charming, and their Gabriel is fantastic. I'd recommend them to everyone, really. Believe me when I say that this is someone I absolutely adore rping with uwu
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
11: Our muses are destined to be night out friends; they’ll never talk outside of being intoxicated and playful, but once the party as started the mood is high, they’re temporary best friends.
He knew Gabriel; he was the youngest archangel and the runaway brother. Well, one of the runaways. Still, he had a feeling that he would never converse with the other except for occasions like this; occasions where they'd consumed enough alcohol to forget all the differences that had transpired to stop the possibility of their friendship.
Michael grew less stern and became more amusing to be around; Gabriel proved to be just as amusing to a drunken Michael (for he would have found the other's humour distasteful otherwise).
--The hours passed, and their drunken revelry caused much chaos for humanity.
The next day, they did not say a word-- Michael disappeared to Heaven, and Gabriel left to return to his hiding.
(They both knew that they'd meet there at the same time next week.)
"Probably as much human candy as I can acquire within 24 hours— which is a lot, considering that I can will it into existence."
What would I do if you were under the mistletoe with me?
"Burn the mistletoe, and then move past you."
Do I think you’re a good gift-giver?
"I do not recall a gift from you being extraordinarily amazing, but that may simply be because it has been a long time since I received a gift from you."
Would I snowball fight with you?
"Yes, if only to utterly annihilate you with the strength of my snowball fighting skills."
Would I sing carols from house to house with you?
"…Perhaps. It depends on whom it was we were carolling to, and whether or not it was done as a joke. If it was, I would agree to it. If not, I may have to pass.”
Can either of us make a gingerbread house?
"You probably could. You are the expert when it comes to sugary things, after all."
Which of us would get drunk on the mulled wine?
"It depends on how much wine there is, and whether or not I had proper motivation to get drunk. I’d have to say both of us in the right circumstances."
Who would be in charge of making Christmas Lunch?
"Seeing as we do not require food, I do not believe either of us would need to make a lunch in the first place."
Which of us would be more inclined to dress up as Santa?
"…I would say that it might be you, but I am unaware as to whether or not you hold the secret desire to dress up as Santa."
Who would be more generous giving out gifts?
"I do not know."
Which of us would enjoy Christmas more?
"Probably you— you seem to enjoy human things more than I do."
1.Crowley + Caima chat about work, Lucifer, and Baal
2. Vera + Baal explore the Wonderland gardens and fall asleep together
3. MorMor E/R!AU- Jim and Seb argue about who sleeps in Seb's bed
4. NSFW! Growley throne sex
Crowley: -Decides that it's thoroughly time for a break, and he needs to pick up groceries anyway; he zaps to a farmer's market in Malibu, then after a while he finds a quaint little restaurant that he'd like to check out. He looks through his phone list, picking someone out... hmm... oh, yes, Caima could probably use some cheering up about the whole incident recently.- [Text: Caima: How do you feel about a lunch break, and/or crepes?]
Caima -she's busy working away at a prototype for a new invention that she's had the genius spark for. Oh, man, this is gonna be good. It's gonna be off the hook. It will be divorced from the hook. The hook has absolutely nothing to do with it. The hook has just filed the divorce papers. She works to the soothing voice of Bing Crosby on her record player http://youtube.com/watch?v=Q5fe5vC1Qpo and only tears her focus away from her work when she looks over to see a text from Crowley waiting for her. She removes her gloves and smiles a little weirdly at the message.- [Text: King Crowley: Sure! Either sounds good! Where do U want 2 meet???]
Crowley: -He texts her the coordinates and walks into the restaurant to grab a table. He orders some crab dip for an appetizer and slides into a booth to relax, tilting his head back against the soft seating.-
Caima
-appears a minute or so later, and her hair is slightly frizzier than normal, like she hasn't bothered to make herself presentable for His Majesty -- another side effect of being obliviously forgetful. She grins and waves- (pic of white/navy sailor dress) Hey!
Crowley: -He looks up and gins, waving back at her. He takes her lack of presentation as a combination of her being very busy and a charming part of what makes her, her. He gestures at the seat in front of him.- Ahoy there! I really like that dress. -A little femininity comes out there-
Caima: Oh, wow! Thank you. -looks down at herself and smooths out her skirt a little as she sits down- Just got it a little while ago, actually. With a debit card. -sounds way more excited than she should be about that- Anyway! -waves her hands up-
Crowley: Oooh, picking your way through debit cards already, are you? -He grins- Yes, anyway. How are you? It's been a while since I've seen you.
Caima: Yes! Debit and credit... Though, I'm still not the best at remembering which is which? Regardless... -squares her shoulders and sighs, nodding as she reaches for a bit of the appetizer- I'm good. Business is getting better -- we're actually earning money now, rather than spending it. We've got Eli Lilly interested in us, as well as a few black market traders. But they're always interested, know what I mean?
Crowley: -He laughs- I think I do. So you have something going on in the pharmaceuticals, hm? Sounds interesting. Go ahead and milk that for all it's worth, I'm funding you for everything you want but if we have another source of income it can't hurt and you can use the other money for something fun, like a vacation home. -He smiles-
Caima: Yeahhh, I'm pretty sure it's just gonna be our front. I'm working on a new project now, actually -- oh, shit. -suddenly reaches up to feel her hair, then laughs nervously, shrinking back- I forgot to fix my hair. Working with slightly radioactive material's a bitch in the hair department, isn't it, sir? Sorry. I'm forgetful as always. -laughs again- So what've you been up to?
Crowley: That's all right! Don't worry about your hair. You've been working all day. -He waves a hand, then orders some tea when the waitress comes over- I've been all right, working as well. Ah... Gabriel and I had a little... situation in Hell... recently... you'll probably get the news when you go down below again. -He blushes slightly-
Caima: ... -squints and leans forward, resting her elbows on the table- Should I be worried, Your Majesty? Am I gonna find... Like, the fifty-foot woman raining destruction down on Dis or what?
Crowley: Close guess! More like... Godzilla. In Pandemonium. And ducks, and licorice streets, and the lake of fire was sparkly for a while... -He rubs his face with his hand- It was a nightmare. But actually it's been cleared up now. Thanks to some quick thinking.
Caima: ...... -remembers to close her mouth and orders a Coke from the waitress- Right. Of course. What was I thinking, fifty foot woman. Ridiculous notion. -well I was planning on avoiding Gabriel for the rest of eternity and now I know that hasn't changed one bit-
Crowley: Would've been the better choice, in my opinion. Just between us, of course. -His eyes twinkle a bit, then he turns to the menu- Anyway... that happened, and I had a conversation with Tolcet about Lucifer, and I brought Baal home to live with me. That's about all that's been going on recently.
Caima: Whoawhoawait, back up there, bucko... You talked to Tolcet about Lucifer? -shit- What about him? Like... -trails off, leaving the topic open-
Crowley: -He looks at her evenly- Lucifer is very dangerous to humans. She has a right to know what's been going on.
Caima: Well, yeah, but a lot of things that she deals with are dangerous. Or... Did, I guess. -pauses, her mouth twisting up- Did you tell her about him coming to me? -fiddles with the hem of her dress anxiously, thanking the waitress when she brings back her Coke-
Crowley: She's never dealt with anything or anyone like him. -He takes his tea and dusts a little sugar into it- Yes. I had thought that you would have said something to her already. -He leaves it at that, and then addresses his order of a blue cheese and pear crepe to the waitress-
Caima: It hadn't come up. I didn't wanna... -brag- Alarm her. -smiles up at the waitress and asks for "another one of these appetizer crab thingies, these are great, yo."- So you moved Baal into your house, you said?
Crowley: Yes. He hasn't been dealing with the aftermath of his attempted revolution very well. Or, I suppose I should say he's been dealing with it the best he could. I've been looking after his needs, and it's more convenient to have him in my house.
Caima: -nods a little- Yeah, I heard he disappeared off the radar after his downfall. Has he been... Well, how's he been?
Crowley: Improving. I've been taking him out, we've visited a few places. He doesn't speak yet but we're working on it. I'm... not sure he's a demon any longer.
Caima: Good! That's good... -wow he totally didn't take that whole "I got beat" thing very well did he,,,, yeesh- What do you mean? That he got... Turned back into a human or something?
Crowley: It remains to be seen. He's not suddenly a living man again, of course, but I don't know if "demon" really does the job describing what he is. I'm not sure the correct word for him exists yet.
Caima: ....Hmm. -no you can't do tests on him bad Caima- Anything I can help with, Your Majesty? I mean... Trying to find out what's happened to him. -finds an intense need to straighten her fork on the table-
Crowley: I think we'll be all right. He'll speak when he's ready to, and not a moment before. Until that time comes the best we can do is be patient with him.
Caima: Right. Right! No, of course, that's totally ducky. -I could always make him talk I know loads of ways to make him want to talk-
Crowley: -Uhhhh no that won't be necessary thank you- Anyway. I suppose that's the update on me. Just business as usual.
Caima: -:IIIIIIII- All right! -laughs anxiously and plays with her fork some more- Sounds nice. You know, you should come by Aperture sometime. I think you'll find that we're making much more progress than our, uhh, competitor, I guess. Though it's just more of a hormonal pile of wire than valid competition, right? Heh.
Crowley: You can say that again. -He laughs, pulling his crepes toward himself when they come out- Sure, I'll stop by sometime. I'd love to see what projects you're working on, that's an excellent idea.
Caima: As I said, we're getting started on loads of new projects. Most of them are legal, but it's not like we're bound by law anyway. -wish we weren't bound by ethics tho woe is me-
Crowley: -woe is us indeed- Not particularly, no. How's the office turning out, by the way? Is it suitable for your needs?
Vretriel: -SO YEAH. Eventually Vera screeches to a halt when they get to the outskirts of the garden, and finds an entrance to the dirt path that flows like a river through the little mini-gardens.- Do you have a garden here? They got names on the gates. Abaddon showed me mine! --
Baal*: *he relaxes again once they've stopped, looking around the flowers contentedly. He never really came here much before so he wouldn't know and Crowley never mentioned that he did. He shakes his head after a moment*
Vretriel: [-you were stuck as a statue there for a long time ha ha ha-]
Baal*: *...*
Vretriel: [-still got pictures tbh-]
Baal*: *we dont talk about that*
Vretriel: What? C'mon, I'm sure you've got one! We just gotta look for it-- -pauses when her voice slips into a higher pitched, Enochian-sounding speech pattern, and clears her throat- That's all. -begins to push Baal slowly through the yard, humming a little to herself-
Baal*: *he winces a bit to the higher pitch tone but resettles again as if not bothered. His eyes wander over the flowers, vaguely remembering the conversations he's had in this place, what he was going to do to it and wonders why he didn't come here more often. It was truly a thing of beauty. He then suddenly finds himself wondering if Lucifer has a garden here somewhere. How pitiful that thats the being he thinks of after everything thats happened*
Vretriel: -Lucifer's is one of the first ones that they see, actually, since they came in the back. They also pass by the Master's, and Gabriel's, since they're close together. Vretriel tries to read the names in her head, but she only recognizes occasional letters and words, like "the"-
Baal*: *!!!go back go back! He turn his head back to look at the names, becoming a bit excitable*
Vretriel: -senses Baal's excitement and stops- What? Saw somethin' you wanna go to? -looks to the nearest name- ...Luh... Llllluhck... Uh. -backs up a little bit, peering into the garden-
Baal*: *looks to the name then up at the garden and around to all the little flowers and everything. Granted he may not understand the meaning and symbolism behind each plant but he still finds it beautiful*
Vretriel: ... -grunts a little with the effort of steering Baal in the right direction, then fully enters Lucifer's garden. She leaves the chair temporarily to go pick some of the nicer flowers she sees-
Baal*: *his eyes wander thoughtfully still, feeling himself sinking into despair once again with his thoughts now on Lucifer. He remembers how he strived and worked so hard for a goal to be in vain. He frowns deeply*
Vretriel: -looks back to Baal with a small bouquet of flowers. She tips her head to one side- What's the matter? -walks over and holds one flower out for him to take-
Baal*: *his expression contorts further as if he's about to start crying but he dips his head down and covers his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking*
Vretriel: ... -frowns more and pulls her hand away, unsure what to do here. She looks around, then holds out the flower again- Hey.
Baal*: *he lets out little hiccups and gasps, sniffling as he looks up towards Vera's general direction, seeing the flower. He's not quite sure what to do but raises his hand slowly to take it, hoping that thats allowed*
Vretriel: My arm's getting tired. -reaches out to her tiptoes and drops the flower in his hand with a smile- Don't be sad. You're gonna get better, remember? -helpful smile-
Baal*: *easier said than done, which is impossible; he slumps into his chair, staring down at the flower listlessly. After a moment though he nods meekly, not bothering to look up again*
Vretriel: Good! -her smile holds the innocence and optimism only a child can convincingly wear- You promised. -pauses, looking around- Whose is this, anyway?
Baal*: *no response*
Vretriel: -waits- ...You're gonna have to tell me sometime. I'm the one pushin' you around here, and we're not moving till you spill. I can't read yet, all right? Sue me.
Baal*: ... *his lips move but any words are hardly audible*
Vretriel: -sighs and rolls her eyes, slightly frustrated- Right, you can't talk. -her shoulders slump, and she walks back to squint up at the name- Llllluh... Loooooosssssss-i... ih... ffffffff. Lucif. Luc-- Lucifer? -looks back at Baal- Lucifer?
Baal*: ... *nods a bit*
Vretriel: I've heard about Lucifer! Apparently, we're related. -frowns and heads back to Baal- Daddy says I can't meet him yet. I dunno why everyone's so worked up about him. -folds her arms defiantly across her chest-
Baal*: ... *because he's the Fallen archangel, once ruler of Hell and the creator of demons... And...*
Vretriel: -wwwwwhat-
Baal*: *twirls the flower between his fingers slowly*
Vretriel: ._. Fine. You can be like that, too. See if I care. -goes around to the back of the wheelchair and kicks the brake off, her expression having turned sour-
Baal*: *uuuuuuh... What are you doing?*
Vretriel: -leaving what do u think-
Baal*: *... Okay, I'll just wait here then*
Vretriel: -pulls Baal out of the garden and moves on, moving through the paths. She pauses occasionally to try to read a name, but doesn't speak like normal-
Baal*: *still doesn't bother to look up as they move along away from Lucifers garden, not bothering to comment or stop her either*
Vretriel: -takes a turn about the garden and only then does she discover that there's a house there, at the end. She didn't notice this the first time she came here. This definitely isn't her house... She gasps a little- Whoa...! A house?
Baal*: ... *he glances up now towards the ever familiar house, vaguely remembering all the times he had come here before. He wonders if anyones there now, but then again he wonders if he even cares enough if anyone is*
Vretriel: -one of GLaDOS' cameras is placed just outside the back door, and it turns on Vera and Baal when they're in sight. Vera stares at it, then the back door- ...D'you think we're allowed inside?
Baal*: ... *??? I dont know, its not like Im gonna try to stop you either way so go for it*
Vretriel: Hmmm... I'll ask Daddy when he gets home from work. Which could be a while... -her curiosity is nearly overwhelming, but if she goes exploring now, she'll never gather the energy to go back and she can't be sick around guests. She turns around and heads back for camp, though she winces and rubs the back of her head when she feels a small sensation, like she's just pulled her hair- Ow!
Baal*: *probably for the best anyway, I don't think I've eaten yet today, wait what are you saying ow for what happened should I worry I hope Crowley doesn't expect me to look after you*
Vretriel: [-nothing happened nope-] ...I'm thinkin' we go back home now. Is that all right? -sounds a little less enthusiastic than she normally is, and that high-pitched echo of a voice, almost like a disharmonious second voice, comes back and creeps into her words.-
Baal*: *he nods again, looking back down towards his lap where the flower is still in his hand. He would find the second echo voice odd but doesn't seem to care enough to make any gesture or comment*
Vretriel: -doesn't try to speak again, and urges Baal towards the exit. She's always disappointed in herself when this happens around people, especially people she's trying to impress -- which is everyone -- so she'll lay low for a while. She doesn't go suPE RE SOOIN C AFAST this time, just, like, 2 fasts-Vretriel: -I'm sorry I'm so sorry ;~; I hate not being able to do much I'm soRRY-
Vretriel: -it takes longer to get back to the house and by the time they get through the front door, Vera's biting back tears. She's determined to get Baal back to the bed, though. She maneuvers her way back to the not-yet-blue room-
Baal*: *was mostly in a thoughtful daze throughout the trip back until theyre inside the house and glances around again and briefly back to her. Perhaps he should help?*
Vretriel: -NO I got this I can do this I can dO THIS-
Baal*: *okay okay you can do it, I believe in you*
Vretriel: -pushes Baal through the room's threshold and she's panting heavily, but she comes around slowly to the front to offer her hand to Baal. She can already feel her muscles pulling and her tendons straining against her bones, the joints of her shoulder and elbow and the little muscles that trace through her fingers and hands quivering with pain. She doesn't understand why this happens -- does it go away when you're older? I don't see anyone else going through this, ever -- but she's determined to do her job as Nurse Vera before she does anything for herself.-
Baal*: *looks towards her general direction before taking her hand gently and standing up, shuffling on towards his bed and slumping down into it, his gaze however remains on Vera, watching her carefully*
Vretriel: -reaches up to wipe at her eyes when Baal's secure in bed, and pulls the sheets over his body, trying to ignore the feeling of her body trying to pull itself apart- Well... I'm gonna go take a nap. -winces at the sound of her own voice- Then we can go watch a movie together. Okay...? -doesn't wait for an answer, and turns to leave. She stares at the door for a long time and thinks about her options. She has to go up a flight of stairs to get to her room, but there's also the wheelchair. Shaking, she climbs into the chair and curls up in a ball facing away from Baal, eyes closed tightly.-
Baal*: *his gaze remains on vera while she climbs into his chair and afterwards, which again he finds odd but then a thought comes to him. He shifts a bit on the bed to the side and opens the covers a bit, then tries to call to her but cant quite reach her*
Vretriel: -hears Baal shuffling around but doesn't have it in her to turn around to see what he's doing. She really wishes she had her blanket, and that thought that she can't even go get it brings her to tears.-
Baal*: *he waits and when he sees she hasn't noticed, then perhaps he should do something instead. He takes a moment to consider his motivations. He doesn't really need the blanket anyway... He shifts again to sit up and take the sheet over to lay on top of her*
Vretriel: -feels the sheet come over her and feels relief wash over her. One little hand comes to pull it closer to her body- T h a n k y o u , B a a l . -her voice achieves a painful, three-noted chord of static noise and garbled English and Enochian, and she sniffles a little. She wants to turn around, wants to curl up next to him rather than into herself, but she can only stay there and hope this passes before Daddy gets home.-
Baal*: ... *Im not sure how to feel about this... Good I guess? I don't know... He nods a bit after a moment then shuffles back to lay in bed again*
Baal*: * :s *
Vretriel: -after a few minutes, she stops shaking and slips into an uneasy, nightmare-filled sleep. She dreams of a voice coming from everywhere, dreams of running and running and never stopping while the voice tells her to keep going -- a voice in the ceiling that she can't talk back to or see, but it's always there.-
Baal*: *will remain is half sleep consciousness, starting to not mind Vera's company while in this state*
Vretriel: -wakes up several times, whether by the dream or by the pain, but it's a nonevent for anyone witnessing -- it just looks unpleasant more than anything else. About an hour after she falls asleep, she wakes up enough to pull herself from the wheelchair and slowly shuffle her way closer to Baal's bed.-
Baal*: *he's not very much paying attention to whether or not Vera is coming closer as he's still half asleep*
Vretriel: ... -reaches out slowly and carefully to poke Baal's shoulder lightly. Her eyes are rimmed with red.-
Baal*: *his eyes blink open slowly then turn to look towards Vera's general direction curiously*
Vretriel: H i . -her eyes rove down to the bed, like she's asking permission -- without speaking, since she knows Crowley told her that she should be careful with her voice around Baal-
Baal*: *he stares a moment before he figures out what she wants as she sounds tired? He guesses anyway, the garbled english-enochian is odd but nonetheless he shifts to scoot over and make room for her*
Vretriel: -relieved, she climbs up onto the bed -- with all of the might that her little body can muster -- and curls up into a little ball next to him, the sheet still wrapped around her shoulders. She stares at his shirt with droopy, red eyes-
Baal*: *he lays on his side turned towards her, deciding it best to keep to himself as best he can on the single bed but he makes it work, his expression remaining apathetic and avoiding looking at her face directly... He's not sure how to feel about this either*
Jim Enjolras
Jim Enjolras: "Perhaps just a shirt to sleep in," Jim mumbled, beginning to doze off on Seb's shoulder, "You're so much bigger than me."
Sebastian Grantaire: Sebastian nodded and carefully backed out. "Have a good sleep Jim."
Jim Enjolras: Jim caught Seb's hand as he backed away, barely conscious enough to notice what was happening. "I thought I wasn't going to steal your bed from you."
Sebastian Grantaire: Sebastian smiled and shook his head. "I changed my mind. You can sleep in it."
Jim Enjolras: Jim pouted up from where he lay, "I don't want to evict you form your own sleeping place."
Sebastian Grantaire: "It's fine Jim. I'm used to sleeping on my couch." Sebastian frowned softly. This was becoming rather troublesome.
Jim Enjolras: Jim sat up at that, far too quickly, and had release Sebastian to clutch his head in pain. "Why do you say that?" He was shocked, the man had such a comfortable bed, and he was so very close to falling... but no. He would not allow himself to be so rude.
Sebastian Grantaire: Sebastian blinked. ".....Because I rarely sleep in it anyways. You deserve it instead of me."
Jim Enjolras: Jim just looked confused, whether from his dizziness or Seb's words he could not tell. "That is unthinkable. Surely the bed is more comfortable?"
Sebastian Grantaire: "When you spend as many nights as I have stumbling into your apartment drunk as hell and only manage to kick off your shoes before collapsing onto the couch, you'll stop caring about the bed."
Jim Enjolras: Jim frowned, lying back down but still peering up at his relatively new friend from behind his dark lashes, "Well your'e already here..." He trailed off, keeping collected enough to not add anything too suggestive, anything too stupid.
Sebastian Grantaire: Sebastian blinked and raised an eyebrow. ".....Alright." He sighed and shook his head. "Since you insist."
Jim Enjolras: Jim stretched back, pulling the covers down for Sebastian, smirking at his victory. Even if nothing further happened- and he'd never admit that it was something he wanted- This night would forever remain in his memory.
Sebastian Grantaire: Sebastian shook his head as he joined the smaller man in the bed. This wasn't what he had expected.
Jim Enjolras: Jim mewled and turned over, modestly facing away from Sebastian and allowing himself to relax, soon on his way to sleep.
Hyper!Gabe*: * DDDDDD*
Crowley: [AR: Gabriel: They don't think you're an angel. They think you're some random, insolent putz who wandered in. Not exactly... pet material.] -He looks like he's considering it-
Hyper!Gabe*: [AR: Crowley: Doesn't mean I still can't prove it as long as they don't know who I actually am, right?] )
Crowley: [AR: Gabriel: Who... do you plan on impersonating, exactly?]
Hyper!Gabe*: [AR: Crowley: Does it matter? Little flash of wings and we'll have the crowd practically eating out of our hands, and they're still waiting for your answer you know] *struggles against the guards again* Well?
Crowley: -He gathers himself, narrowing his eyes. The crown might have slipped down his forehead a bit were it not for his Grace holding it up. He resettles himself on the Throne of Hell and waves his hands.- You'll have to impress me.
Hyper!Gabe*: Pfft, impress you? What more could I 'impress' you with after the show I just put on for the whole city?
Crowley: New here, aren't you? -He looks at the crowd and a few of the brighter ones chuckle, seeming to catch on-
Hyper!Gabe*: Yea, thought we already established that, what are you getting at? *narrows his eyes*
Crowley: -He pats his lap, his eyes twinkling underneath the crown on his head-
Crowley: Come here, sweetheart.
Crowley: -Some more demons get it and SHOCK-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he still feigns suspicion before shaking off the guards hands easily now* If you're still expecting me to kneel to you, its not gonna happen. *he strides closer to the throne*
Crowley: -His eyebrows quirk.- You're not in a position to be setting boundaries here. First you're going to kneel, then you're going to kiss my ring, then I'm going to fuck you. Here. In front of everyone. Orrrr you can go in the dungeon.
Crowley: -He says this like he's planning a nice afternoon outing-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he pauses a moment, raising his brows before looking around* ... Im guessing thats my only option here right?
Crowley: You have two choices. Make one.
Hyper!Gabe*: ... *he smiles humbly now* Then what other choice do I have. *he walks right up and kneels before Crowley, dropping the facade a moment with he stares up at Crowley affectionately while he takes his hand and kisses his ring*
Crowley: -He wasn't prepared for the affectionate look and that gets him harder than anything else would have, although seeing him kneel and kissing the ring is a close second given the sheer kinkiness of it. He shifts a little in his seat as his blood starts flowing places. He nearly stammers before he catches himself.- Good boy.
Hyper!Gabe*: [AR: Crowley: I dunno, I think I've been a pretty naughty boy] *he smirks and winks back up at Crowley, knowing that the audience cant really see him now anyway, not that he's not sharing some lustful feelings for the other either*
Crowley: -He snorts, softly, reaching for his belt. The assembled demons can't believe what they're seeing. Crowley's never taken a pet on before, and they're shocked at the very idea of it. That he's so quickly taken this new one on.- [AR: Gabriel: I think so too. Should I spank you?]
Hyper!Gabe*: *he watches as Crowley's belt loosens with some eagerness, finding his self control slowly slipping* [AR: Crowley: I don't know but you're gonna have to do something here soon before I start begging.]
Crowley: -He smirks, starting to get a little slower with the loosening of his belt as he hears that- [AR: Gabriel: It'd make it a little too obvious that this is staged.]
Hyper!Gabe*: *he notes the smirk and narrows his eyes a moment again* [AR: Crowley: Oh good point, maybe I should make some gagging noises too, instead of moaning] *he licks his lips*
Crowley: -He nearly scowls but keeps an indulgent smile on his face.- [AR: Gabriel: Now, you don't have to go that far...] -He's glad it's Gabriel there because it didn't take long for his cock to harden. He eventually pulls it out, and strokes it a few times, snapping at a guard to get lubricant.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he has to fight back a snicker at Crowley's reaction but he's then distracted by Crowley's emerging cock and he has to stop himself from teasing him further. His own pants however are tightening around his crotch, he cant help it though*
Crowley: -The crowd seems to be very entertained by this. Crowley waves his hand at Gabriel.- Strip for me.
Hyper!Gabe*: *he quirks a brow before looking down over himself. Guess its his turn now he starts to fiddle with his suit tie and sliding it down slowly while staring back at Crowley as he does so, then one by one the buttons of his suit coat come undone*
Crowley: -He watches him, his face a mask of approval and a glimmer of lust behind the eyes that are carefully trained to not give anything away. His eyes slowly roll down over his body and he continues stroking himself.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he whips off the tie in one swipe then sticks it between his teeth before stripping off his coat and tossing it to the side very flashy, then going for the vest buttons. He vaguely wishes that some music was playing right now*
Crowley: -His smile curves upward as he's entertained and he can show it, nodding his head in a little approval of this. His thumb goes over the head of his cock on one of his upstrokes.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he leaves the vest on after its unbuttoned then starts on the shirt finally, one by one slowly down the line until his shirt is unbuttoned as well. And then he goes for his belt and pants button, slowly unzipping it*
Crowley: -Finds himself sitting on the edge of the throne, staring at him. He licks his lips and seems to be having a difficult time with his take-it-or-leave it attitude toward Gabe. His stroking gets a little faster, but he forces himself to slow down. He pulls his pants away a little bit more.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he's the one smirking now in watching Crowley becoming more eager as this shirt and vest slip off his body and his boxers slip down to reveal his already hardened cock but he's not even a little bit ashamed of it even with people still watching them*
Crowley: - He clutches the armrest of his throne and almost sighs impatiently, getting more and more worked up at his eyes trail over the body before him. He doesn't try to hide his gaze as it rolls over his form, taking in every detail he can soak up, tantalizing himself with it. Oh, he was glad he'd done this. He ignores the now hollering demons.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he whips off his belt completely next and gives it a good crack thats sure to echo in the space of the room. And despite his pants still not being completely off, he awaits Crowley's next signal.*
Crowley: -His mouth is completely dry. The servant brings him his lubricant, his eyes as wide as the eyes of everyone else in the room. He gathers himself.- Well? What are you waiting for? Take those off and get over here.
Hyper!Gabe*: *he cant help a soft chuckle before the pants and boxers come off too and he's on his knees again before Crowley, staring up at him with anticipation* Im ready whenever you are, Your Majesty~
Crowley: -!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-
Crowley: -He watches him kneeling and his cock twitches, right there, without being touched at all. His teeth clench and his voice gets low and dark again, like it always does when he's starting to slip.- Get over here. I'm going to fuck you stupid.
Hyper!Gabe*: *he shuffles himself as close as possible towards Crowley, practically right at his feet while remaining on his knees, he glances to the lubricant almost mocklingly. Though he does note the change in tone with some bit of caution*
Crowley: -His hand reaches out, gently, to stroke along his face for a few moments, with a great sense of showmanship. He's clearly played a similar game before. There is a hushed silence in the room before his face twists into something much more foul and evil than anything Gabriel's ever seen on his face before and his hand reaches out to grip him by the back of his head, his gaze boring into his eyes with the fierce, fiery intensity of a warped angel.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he tilts his head into the touch, enjoying it with a smile but then it falters when he sees Crowley's expression change and he wonders if this is still part of the act. He cant really turn back with the audience gathered and the trouble he caused.*
Crowley: -He starts forcing Gabriel's face down toward his cock in a very insistent manner. It springs up from inside the folds of his pants before he wriggles more out of them. Their audience stares.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *his head obliges to go down not without some hesitation though and his mouth wraps around Crowley's cock as he's used to, his tongue flattening to the shaft as he starts to suck, his hand groping lightly at Crowley's thighs*
Crowley: -His breath leaves him in a hiss and he tilts his head back against the back of the throne, his hand not leaving the back of his head so that he can make a big show of guiding and forcing his head. The demons start yelling at him to choke Gabriel on his cock.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *despite the background noise, he starts to fade into the motion of pleasuring Crowley, wriggling in his spot a little with his own cock twitching. He kinda wishes he could shut those demons up though knowing that he could if he really wanted to*
Crowley: His hips rise to meet Gabriel's mouth while he groans, a little more theatrically than he would usually although it is still genuine. He thinks up a whole storm of dirty talk for the demons but he decides for Gabriel's sake not to indulge them any more than they are already.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he gags a little initially, not having been ready, but he corrects himself, glancing up at Crowley again. If he really thinks he can force him any further... He may be the one on the throne, but he can still take control when he needs to.*
Crowley: -The demons are really enjoying the show and right now that's all that matters; he tries to make it look like he's really riding his face without actually going all that hard on him. Which is difficult. He's torn between really, really enjoying the voyeurism and the publicness of it and the kink and wishing they had some privacy for sweet cuddle sex. After a while he pulls Gabe's head as gently as he can while faking roughness way from him.- ...Enough.
Hyper!Gabe*: *he lifts his head off Crowley's cock with a bit of a dazed look, a little trail of spit following through the motion and down his chin, wondering why Crowley stopped him before he was able to finish him off, staring back up at him again*
Crowley: -His answer comes in the form of Crowley's hands in the lubricant while he starts to pull Gabriel up onto his lap to ride him. His own face is pretty flustered too, his lips a searing red and his hair pressing back against the black spikes of the throne.-
Hyper!Gabe*: *he finds himself climbing into Crowley's lap and settling onto it easily, leaning up on his knees while he holds eye contact. He briefly wonders if they've done this yet with this form of his vessel, and cant seem to remember doing so. He's not so sure about this now because of it*
