♔ tyrannus ;;

"And I don't care. This isn't kindergarten, love."

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One in The Same ~Closed for xbasileus~

Crow slightly bowed, dipping her head just slightly when he kissed her hand. “You lead, I follow. You should see me when I’m dancing with someone I enjoy.” She teased him. What better company was there than herself? She could see herself doing this for hours, until one of them would finally manage to strike a nerve with the other of course.

The teasing was not lost on Crowley, and he found himself actually smiling. "I'd love to see it," he said, his voice just barely a whisper. Moving around the record player, he began to circle her like a hawk.

"Now that we've had ourselves a merry old time, I want to know: how exactly did you get here?"

One in The Same ~Closed for xbasileus~

She smiled slyly when he pulled her closer. “Do you like what you see, oh great King of Hell?” Something about him made this all greatly entertaining to her. Maybe is was simply because he was her and she knew exactly what to say.

"Not at all." She decided to respond even though an answer wasn’t needed. They may not know exactly of their human lives, but they would at least know everything about their demon lives. Things were bound to change when crossing the male and female border of a person.

As the song drew to a close, Crowley took a step back and held her hand gently in his, before kissing her knuckle. Drawing away, he lifted the needle from the record and set the black disc away.

"Almost as good as me," he commented on her dancing, his smirk still in place. "Almost."

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you’d be surprised

what I’d do for love.

One in The Same ~Closed for xbasileus~

She smiled, standing up and put her hand in his. They began to dance along with the music, their steps matching each others perfectly. He was an excellent dancer and she could sense elegance in each of his steps. “I see you are quite the gentlemen. Exactly what I would have expected. Ever have someone know you from the inside out?” She knew the answer to her question, but entertained herself by asking anyway.

"Mmm," he hummed in response, as it was a question that needed no answer. Drawing her just a bit closer, he sped up their rhythm of their steps as the music quickened--did he really smell that good? A smirk curled at the edges of his lips.

"And yourself?" Again, a question that needed no answer, but one he would return anyways.

One in The Same ~Closed for xbasileus~

"Don’t sound so smug dear. I have those as well. That is why I need to get back as soon as possible. Don’t want my Hell to be taken over while I’m away.” She took the blade from him and examined it, nodding to herself.

"Exactly like the one I have. Dean Winchester is the one with the Mark of Cain. Reaction to holding the blade was as expected, I presume?"

"Of course it was," he snatched the blade back quickly, shoving it back into his pocket. He needed that, and no one else need to get their hands all over it. Quite frankly, this whole talk of Abaddon and regaining his throne in Hell was beginning to put him on edge.

Standing from the desk, he sidled around it to the record player. A large black disc was set easily in place, the needle pressed down on it gently. Then he turned and held a hand out to his female counterpart. "I suppose, if you're anything like me, you know how to waltz."