@nytchld said: soft demon squad™
“Oi! I’m not soft!” ( he is ) “I just like humanity not... Apocolypsed.”
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@nytchld said: soft demon squad™
“Oi! I’m not soft!” ( he is ) “I just like humanity not... Apocolypsed.”
@crowleyisms said: "My dear fellow and lovely Serpent of Eden there's a Gala that is coming up soon. Angels and Demons and all sorts are invited to attend. I was curious, as curiosity goes, if you'd be interested and attending with me? Two good looking demons that could steal the show and maybe cause some annoyances to ripple through. Could be all sorts of fun and plenty of drinks to go around I'm sure."
“I can’t think of anything more fun, to be honest -- unless we could find a few more Crowley’s somewhere and conga line around the Gala like one giant serpent-y pain in the arse.” the demon grinned, hooking his arm around his twins. “But I think the two of us could manage a fitting disturbance either way.” he agreed. “It’s a date.”
ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ •• @sxdere
It’s the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon that first registers as the demon slowly comes to, followed next by how uncomfortable it feels to have his long limbs draped awkwardly over the chair in which he sits, not as if he’d fallen there himself but more like someone had tried to place him there without any help -- without his help. “What the bloody hell --” he mumbles quietly, head lolling to the side. “Oh -- bollocks.” it had happened again, hadn’t it? The chill, the cold barely responsive limbs? He remembered stumbling down the street, caught out in a sudden temperature drop -- then how the Hell had he wound up here?
It’s several moments later ( and several slow blinks ) that he realizes he’s not alone -- where ever he is, ( it seems to be some sort of kitchen, a warm kitchen at that so it’s not entirely without merit. ) “Uh -- Hi,” he finally says rather awkwardly to his -- rescuer? faculties still not quite in order as he slumps against the chair.
You guys know how it’s both exciting and scary to be dropped in a bus station of a city you’ve never been in?? Find hotel, places to get food and eventually your destination. I just realized how awesome it is we have things like navigators since -- OH GOODNESS. DID I SEARCH GROCERY STORE. AND IT WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HOTEL.