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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Everyone remembers Crowley's white leather couch, right? Cause here it is again, with a rumpled blanket on top of it. It looks sort of like someone's been sleeping on it. That someone, presumably, being Crowley himself, who's just shown up with the couch in a plain white t-shirt and black silk boxers, sans sunglasses and with bed-rumpled hair.]

[...and really big black feathered wings coming out of his shoulder blades. The shirt's torn on the back pretty badly.]

[Crowley looks...confused. Concerned? Whichever it is, he's sort of turning in circles at the moment, almost like a cat chasing its tail. After a moment of this he gives up and falls back on the couch, dropping his face into his hands.]

...bugger.

Comments

[ghostlighter]

Just a bit.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But why? Signore Crowley and Signorina Flonne are demons.

[ghostlighter]

So? They're both fallen angels. Not regular demons.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What are... regular ones like?

[ghostlighter]

Evil. [Shrug.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... aren't signore Laharl and signorina Etna regular demons? They don't seem evil.

[ghostlighter]

A lot of people aren't quite what they seem at first. [Here, his expression turns slightly dark.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Watching carefully, as always; his expression triggers Wary Mission Mode.] Signore...?

[ghostlighter]

[He snaps out of it quickly enough, and quirks a brow at her.] 'Signore'?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Blink, a slight start, as though she was falling asleep.] Eh?

[ghostlighter]

... You just called me 'signore'.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...oh. I didn't mean to, I think.

[pause]

Chris... the person who hurt you is dead, right?

[ghostlighter]

[Just looks at her for a moment.] ... what?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

The person who made it so you can't be with your family. He's dead, isn't he?

[ghostlighter]

[The darkness returns, but it's more internal than anything.] ... I can't say for sure, but he probably is.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta stares down at the plane, an expression unnatural in its coldness on her young face.] What's he called?

[ghostlighter]

[He watches her for a moment, then shakes his head.] It doesn't matter. Don't worry, alright?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Blink. She brushes her hair back and looks up at him.] It matters. I can make sure he doesn't hurt you again.

[ghostlighter]

Really, Henrietta. I doubt he would, even if he'd gotten the chance somehow.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But he did once. [Stubborn]

[ghostlighter]

Because I placed myself right in his way.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't care. [Her hand rests against her jacket, over where her Sig holster is hidden.] He should die.

[ghostlighter]

[He notices this and frowns.] For all we know, he already is. Most likely is, actually. And— even if he isn't, even if he's still out there somewhere? He's powerful. It would take a hell of a lot more than a few bullets to hurt him. Just... Henrietta, don't.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I can do it, s--Chris. I can. [There's a little urgency in her face when she looks up at him] You should make sure. Don't you want to make sure?

[ghostlighter]

I'm pretty damn sure. [He can't imagine how else the world was returned to its proper balance if it wasn't through Gideon's death.]