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Now there are 2 Faiths shipping with Crowley blogs I LOVE IT AND SHIP IT HARD! :DDDD
Wait, what? What? What what? Do you mean this blog and @the-rebel-you-know? Ahhh, eeeeeh! No, Faith and Crowley are not a thing and that’s not going to change. She’s just dumb enough to have made a deal and now she works for him. There’s no there there. But, yay that you have a big ship you like?
Give and Take || Closed RP
Anastasia groaned after she flipped the last book off of the wooden table and onto the motel floor. She had been searching for hours upon hours to find more information about the source and creation of the tablets for Kevin, but not even the dustiest of texts could reveal what she had been searching for.
The only information that she could gather was almost translated to the point she could pass it on to the Winchesters via Kevin, but there were a few words that just didn’t make any sense. “Why couldn’t God just have written a ‘How-to’ guide for tablets? You hear that, God?! Send me a holy translator or something! It’s kinda important!”
Anna huffed after sitting in the silence a few seconds. “No, it’s fine. It’s not like I’m trying to save the world or anything...oh wait.”
Why So Serious? || Crowley & Faith
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It's been a long, long-ass four hours and change from Lebanon to Kansas City and when Crowley suggested a trip to Legends and a fifth watch of the new Revengers flick, she almost pretended to be sick. Some kind of demon virus that conveniently won't let her watch a movie she's already seen. Anything to keep from meeting him today.
Not his fault, for a change. Nobody’s, really. Not even this situation, or the fact that she's been worked into a wide-awake coma by the impending apocalypse and Faith's had that four-hour drive to mull over the actual reason for their distance the last couple of weeks. It's not like her, and they both know it.
She's a couple of minutes early today. Pulling the Impala into the driveway, being ridiculously careful to not scrape the shit out of it while finding a spot between Crowley's antique Lincoln limousine on one side, and Asphalt Furs ridiculous early-eighties band van on the other. Why they feel the need to live in his driveway is beyond her. If she were working for what Crowley pays those werewolves, she'd demand use of the poolhouse.
Faith doesn't kill the engine, doesn't feel like making the journey inside today. She just grips the wheel with both hands, closes her eyes and takes a calming breath, "You can do this, Winchester."
Character Board: Crowley -Supernatural
“And you never get tired of the rat race? Never get the urge to just bugger off and howl at the moon? Never ask yourself, is this it? Is this all there is?”
Your Werewolf’s a Moron || Crowley & Faith
It's over four hours on I-70, literally eastbound and down. Through Topeka, through Sam's home town of Lawrence and straight on to Kansas City to see the Underwood Devil about a werewolf problem.
Outside Her Syndrome or Asphalt Furs, or whatever the garage-rock band made up of idiot werewolves called themselves these days, have spent weeks pummeling border towns between Missouri and Kansas. Making noise, getting on TV and basically making it hard for Faith to help Crowley fly under the radar. His minions don't respect him and that's got to change because now it's Faith's ass on the line, too.
Faith takes Sam's car down a long drive in a deserted, 'glitch in the matrix' sort of suburb. Gets out of her car, taking a rolled up paper sack with her and lets herself in the front door of Crowley's weirdly well-kept mansion to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck is going on.
Being a minion of sorts, herself, she probably ought to keep her mouth shut but when she finds Crowley spouting ridiculous orders at Jess and those valley girls who work for him, she's not quiet. Muscles into the conversation, "We got problems. Wolves are kickin' up a ruckus up and down the border, gettin' Sammy all riled up and wanting to come out here to play Boy Slayer. All I could do to keep his ass in Lebanon. I wanna know what you're gonna do about it."
This is a Serious Place || Crowley & Faith
Getting Crowley into a car, with all the bullshit he needs to travel with, is like taking the Gosslin kids to soccer practice. He needs his phone, his backup phone. His black dog pez. The tablet with his games, the other tablet with his movies because a four hour car ride is dull as dirt and Crowley has to be entertained at all times or he starts to take a meaningful look at his life. Who wants that? All to keep his creepy ass busy so he doesn't sit up in the front cab of his 1926 Lincoln limo and bother Faith while she's driving.
Why doesn't he just I-Dream-of-Jeannie himself to Lebanon and meet her at Starbucks or something? Because he wants the attention, that's why, and it's her job to take it. This is what you get when you sign a contract with an Ewok in a tailored suit.
Driving while he bitches about his ex of the month and the drama he's created just so he's got a good story to tell. How stupid his minions are. Random junk on Youtube. Anything to cause a distraction. Doesn't make her job easy. Is there such a thing as Boss-acide?
Whatever he was reading back there must've been good because he only came pawing at the dividing window to flat-out bother her once during the ride and she's grateful for it. Faith grabs her big gulp, shoves out of the car and goes around to bang on Crowley's door with the back of her fist, "C'mon, grab your creepy stuff and let's get a move on."
Any Questions? || Crowley & Faith
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"You're not going." there's rarely much response from Faith, at least more than a grunt. When there is, though, it's not vague. No room to misunderstand, no leverage to spin it.
She closes the top dresser drawer and drags the next one down open. Tank tops. So many tank tops. Faith carefully chooses a couple of white tanks, as if they look any different than the white tanks shes leaving in the drawer, and heads back to the bed to shove them into an already over-stuffed gym bag, "Last time, you were all, 'oh, snap! I got this Headless Horseman thing on lock!', then you skipped the Hollow to go bang some dude in a pumpkin jacket. You can stag Halloween, yo. Go home, pass out candy."
It scared me, cause how often is Paul Simon trending on twitter? I thought he was MAD dead, yo.
the-rebel-you-know, Faith Lehane-ing about Paul Simon trending after his performance on SNL.
