#hearkeningheartstrings

[akillerking-archive-blog]

outofheart.This song reminds me of your Master.

outinspace. oh my god this is gorgeous -- im -- holy shit

thank you so much. <3

[charmingdeceit-archive]

hellishlystripedheart?? redstripedbrilliant????? WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS

offthethrone. Ahem.

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: igojdsriosjofeoiseugojf. PLS. rsojgoe.

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: Really.

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: They can just--

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: get rid of the-- "strings".

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: And it'd still work.

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: Hellishheart.

cяοwℓ̶є̶y̶: I'll just pass that on, then. Maybe they'll come to you if I make it clear that the new ~name~ is your idea.

[charmingdeceit-archive]

♥ ; ♦ ; ❄ .

♥ — What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

His smirk falters, and Crowley’s thoughts stumble over the word—

                   his bruised admiration of family members long dead and his quiet affection for things that he should not covet clash in his mind, warring for space, barely cloaked by suffocating red smoke. 

He composes himself before his mocking expression can drop, and the uncomfortably confused furrow in his brow disappears.

"A glass of something expensive and strong— that comes close enough."

♦ — What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

He trails a hand down his tie, gaze flicking upward nonchalantly as he considers, taking his time— there’s a long list.

"I’m delightfully wicked, aren’t I?” He grins, slipping the tie through his fingers, his thumb brushing the fabric absent-mindedly. “I’ve been told that it’s charming.”

❄ --  Favourite season and why?

"Autumn, if you must know."

Dark, dank streets— leaves rotting underfoot, mingling with the smell of the rain— the promise of a coming winter, and the chill that never left his bones when he sat at the back of his shop, fingers stiff and cramped around a needle.

He despises the memory; he cannot repress it.

[charmingdeceit-archive]

cяοwℓ̶є̶y̶: Samantha.

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: Crow.

cяοwℓ̶є̶y̶: You are great. I don't actually have anything to say-- I just felt like sending that.

sαɱαηd̶r̶i̶e̶l̶tɧα: Pllls.

offthethrone. An example of the kind of excellent conversation you're missing out on if you haven't added me on Skype.

[charmingdeceit-archive]

; ♫.

Well— I’m lonely like you’re lonely,

(but it’s only ‘cause it’s thrown me),

like it’s thrown you; I don’t own you,

And my darling— you don’t own me.

Bloodstains — Passenger (feat. Katie Noonan)

[charmingdeceit-archive]

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[ We/ll/. It’s /true/. ]

[charmingdeceit-archive]

#[ If you follow Crow it is smart to follow me so her horrible presence is bearable. ]

offthethrone. That's-- just-- hrff. I was going to say something nice in the tags. 

[charmingdeceit-archive]

[ ; ♚. ]

The music in the room suddenly goes down a notch— Crowley pays no notice to the smoke wafting gently out of the speaker nearest to their chairs, and no one dares blame him— though a few wandering eyes attach themselves to the (literal) angel on his shoulder.

He makes eye contact with a few of them, acknowledging their prying gazes with a small, falsely sheepish grin— one that flickers away when Samandriel’s head starts to slip down his shoulder, sliding slowly on the soft material of his suit. He props him back up again carefully, slowly, shifting his position slightly to compensate for the (irritatingly noticeable) height of the angel’s vessel; the situation allows for a brush of fingers along a pale cheek (trailing lines of soot in Crowley’s vision, a mar on clean Grace that he’s sure the spectators can’t see), a dry, warm palm smoothing the hair on the top of Samandriel’s head— all staged motions, of course, all for show.

Crowley laces his fingers together in his lap, watching the few remaining couples linger with narrowed eyes; his demeanour is not one that invites conversation.