Jun 12
For anyone having a bad day: have a T-posing angry Halt
And bonus duck
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For anyone having a bad day: have a T-posing angry Halt
And bonus duck
Daily incorrect quote, 87 Gathering day 12: rally
TEY 2
Duncan: Rally the army!
Crowley: Oh no
Duncan: What wrong? Don't you think it's a good idea?
Crowley: yes, but like... paperwork :(
Duncan: you signed up to be commandant
Crowley: no
Duncan:
Crowley: Halt did
Crowley: Halt caused my paperwork! >:(
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#17
A day late day-10, Steed. So, here's Crowley riding Cropper around (featuring the horse mustache)
Day eleven: Midnight
It's my highschool au I made up few days ago at school. Maybe one day I will make it make sense.
"Battleships"
It was a warm late-spring night. Araleunian High School was silent now. The only sounds were distant cars passing by and the soft buzzing of insects.
Both of them had sneaked out of their dorm rooms to go stargazing. But then Halt had fallen asleep beneath Crowley's cardigan, and now there was no way Crowley was going to move him.
To be honest, Crowley was getting quite bored at this point. They stared at the night sky, tracing constellations and trying to read stories in the stars. Slowly, they drifted toward sleep themselves.
Until a scream rang out far too close to their right ear.
The ginger froze in surprise and glanced at Halt, who had bolted upright and was trembling slightly. His hands were tangled in the dark mess that might have passed for hair if he ever bothered to comb it.
"Halt?" Crowley asked cautiously, sitting up beside the Hibernian, who immediately flinched away.
"Hey... it's okay. You're fine."
They tried to calm their friend, but Halt wasn't responding. Gently, Crowley reached for his hands.
Halt pulled away at once.
Still too frightened by whatever was inside his head. Or maybe he just didn't want Crowley touching him.
Either way, Crowley decided it was best to keep their hands to themselves, resting them on their thighs while continuing to watch him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Halt looked like he wanted to pretend nothing had happened, so Crowley let him.
For now.
They sighed quietly and lay back down. They were used to Halt keeping everything locked away inside that thick skull of his. Their hazel eyes returned to the stars.
"Sorry."
Crowley blinked and looked over.
That voice was... small.
So different from the sarcastic one Halt used all the time.
This one was vulnerable.
"You don't have to apologize—"
"I woke you up," Halt interrupted, sounding slightly irritated. Then, in a more casual voice—or at least what passed for casual in Halt's case—he added, "Just accept the apology and go back to sleep."
Crowley couldn't help laughing softly.
It felt awkward.
No matter how much they thought they knew about that guy, the truth was they knew almost nothing. And Halt knew even less about expressing his emotions.
The combination of the two of them made for... less-than-perfect conversations.
Crowley sat up and shrugged.
"I couldn't sleep anyway. So don't worry."
Halt didn't answer. He simply stared into the distance, most likely lost in his thoughts again.
"Hey, do you want to play a game?"
That made Halt lift his head sharply to meet Crowley's gaze.
"What?"
"Do you want to play a game?" Crowley repeated.
Halt stared at them for a long moment, taking in the messy ginger hair, the cocky smile that clearly meant Crowley had come up with some ridiculous idea, and that freckled face.
That stupid freckled face.
"What game?"
"Battleships." Crowley grinned proudly, as though the idea were pure genius.
Gods, Halt wanted to kick them.
"Fine," he muttered, reaching for his bag and pulling out a sketchbook.
"But if I lose, we're telling Pritchard that sleeping on the roof was your idea."
Now I present you...
Crowley The Cat!
With and Without a cloak
Daily incorrect quote, 86 Gathering day 11: midnight
Will: why are you awake?
Halt: It’s only midnight
Will: It's 6 in the morning.
Halt:
Will: How late did you go to bed?
Halt:
Will: …did you ever go to bed?
Halt:
Will: damn it dad, again?? Humans need sleep, you know!