Crowley

May. 12th, 2017 03:40 pm
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Anael still felt reluctant as he walked into the park, hands in the pockets of his jeans. It was a beautiful, sunny day, but he could not begin to enjoy it. Being here was grating, and he could not forget Crowley's words. Would an angel wilt, if cut off from Heaven for too long? Ever since the War, Anael had become a patient, loving soul, but now he felt his patience short more often than not, and irritation bubbling just under the surface of his feelings, ready to wash over them at any given moment. Was this what wilting would be like for him? Or much worse yet, was it the first step on his way Down?

If only he had any kind of lead as to the identity of those who had done this to him. He was not certain that he would be able to hold back his righteous wrath, but at least he would not have to go to the demon whose help he had turned down. Aziraphale had been encouraging, of course, mostly certain that Anael could trust Crowley on this matter, before he directed him to the park, and the ducks.

And there he was, throwing bits of bread at the ducks on the water. Anael had no doubt that Crowley had sensed him coming, even though the demon seemed to remain focused on the birds. He stopped beside him and admitted, because it was best to get it over with, "You were right. I need your help."

Date: 2017-05-12 08:22 pm (UTC)
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Crowley continued tossing bread to the ducks, good brown bread with lots of seeds and grains. Much like spies meeting clandestinely, he didn't turn to look at Anael. He'd been waiting for this very moment though he would not admit it.

He tossed another chunk and the ducks squabbled and scrambled fir it.

"Of course I was right," he said. "You should always go to the expert, no matter how much you dislike his answers. Feeling a bit trapped, hmm? Must make you testy."

Date: 2017-05-12 10:48 pm (UTC)
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"I thought as much. And so you haven't found a way to remove that cursed thing and now you've come to me," he drawled, sounding so terribly pleased at this turn of events.

He tossed another piece of bread that bonked off one duck's head and was snatched up by another almost immediately.

"Tell me what you want from me."

Date: 2017-05-12 11:01 pm (UTC)
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"And you expect me to just give you this information?" he replied with a dry little chuckle. "I'm not so generous. I'll tell you how this goes, dear boy. Now we haggle. What's it worth to you to get that thing off your pretty skin?"

Date: 2017-05-12 11:07 pm (UTC)
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Crowley considered that for a moment, taking the time to light a cigarette. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the chink of the lighter and the soft crackle of the cherry catching hold.

"I can. But I won't. Bad business, doing something that Good for someone like you. But I can, and will, tell you what it is and how to go about undoing it."

He took a drag.

"For a price," he added, smoke rolling out of his mouth as he spoke.

Date: 2017-05-12 11:16 pm (UTC)
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"On the whole, my dear, I find the truth to always be more hurtful and more damning. No. This is no lie," he assured him.

Date: 2017-05-12 11:41 pm (UTC)
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"I'm interested in so very many things. I realized that an angel isn't overly burdened with imagination, but surely you can think of something that might get my motor running," he replied with an oily smile.

Date: 2017-05-12 11:46 pm (UTC)
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Crowley chuckled at that, a hissing cough of a laugh.

"Very well. We'll start the bidding at..."

He took a drag.

"You being my personal valet, cabana boy, and general resource for mucking about with humanity."

Date: 2017-05-13 12:30 am (UTC)
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"You're sucking the fun right out of this," Crowley scolded. "What offer would you put on the table, then?"

Date: 2017-05-13 12:37 am (UTC)
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Crowley tsked and shook his head.

"We're bargaining for your freedom and you're being obstinate. You could at least offer me a kitten," he said.

Date: 2017-05-13 12:48 am (UTC)
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"No, but it's a place to begin, innit? I ask for servitude, you offer a pet, we eventually meet in the middle. Honestly, man, in all your time on earth have you never bargained?" the demon asked impatiently.

Date: 2017-05-13 01:03 am (UTC)
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"I reckon it is. You angels," he said with a derisive note. "Always giving it all away for free."

Date: 2017-05-13 07:57 pm (UTC)
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"I'm sure I do not," Crowley grumped.

Date: 2017-05-14 12:42 am (UTC)
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"Shut up. Stop skirting the issue," he scolded.

Edited Date: 2017-05-15 05:24 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-15 08:21 pm (UTC)
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"Then let's agree on favours. I'll do this for you and at some future time you'll do one for me. I'm sure it won't offend your sensibilities," he said. Crowley knew the value of a favour and there were times he could use an angel...a different one. He put Aziraphale through so much. Sometimes it was nice to give the bloke a holiday.

Date: 2017-05-16 04:13 pm (UTC)
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"Fine, fine," he said impatiently. "But for such a vague commitment I'm not taking it off. Information only, pet."

Edited Date: 2017-05-17 04:16 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-17 06:29 pm (UTC)
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"Very well," Crowley said. He flicked his lit cigarette at the ducks and they squabled about it, one trying to bite in and then quacking loudly when it turned out not to be delicious bread or delicious anything, for that matter.

The demon immediately lit another.

"A long, long time ago there was a cult that worshiped Lucifer, or so they thought. Silly little humans will worship anything that promises them power. This particular cult, that thought they had the light-bringer himself, were actually duped by Verrier. A Principality whose sole mission is to tempt men away from obedience. That mark you bear is his sigil. Now why anyone would want to lock you on this plane, tempt you toward disobedience...why, my dear boy, I do believe they aim to make you Fall. Tsk, tsk, wouldn't that be nasty business. No one's fallen since the Great War."

He took a drag and exhaled slowly. The smoke rose over his head and hovered there in some sort of infernal halo.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...tell me, is it working?"

Date: 2017-05-17 07:22 pm (UTC)
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"Of course it won't," Crowley replied in his most condescending manner.

Edited Date: 2017-05-17 07:23 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-17 07:45 pm (UTC)
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"If you can find someone to remove it, it's going to hurt like the dickens," he grinned. "Other than that, not really. You've got enough information out of me for some nebulous favour in the future that you'll only do if it doesn't offend your sensibilities. Go on, now. The ducks are hungry."

Date: 2017-05-17 10:44 pm (UTC)
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It was manners and Crowley expected no less than a thank you. He knew that if the angel truly understood what he was in for to get the cursed thing off he'd rephrase that into something much more like...fuck you.

Crowley bid him goodbye with little more than a tilt of his head. Then he went back to tossing bread at the ducks. He even felt good enough to bean them. Just for the fun of it.

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