11-12-2019, 04:10 PM
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Well, Aurum wasn't entirely wrong on that front. Crowley would resist such and offering for a time, but .. well. Crowley's pride wasn't as intact as one would think, but he'd probably be delighted to hear he'd put up such a believable front of one. In truth, there really wasn't a lot Crowley wouldn't give up for a facsimile of flight.
As Aurum speaks, Crowley gradually relaxes. He'd tensed up while he'd admitted to his .. status, sort of, though he'd been tense already. It wasn't a big deal. Or, maybe it was a bit, just not in a way that was .. bad. Which was, admittedly, jarring. He allows himself yet another rough grin.
"I didn't think you would. Kept on the low, anywayss," Some might brag about it*, some might be upset, but, regardless was generally acknowledged as something angels could hold against them if they came to blows. Not a secret per se but .. something. "Count yourself lucky, in any case. Mosst of them are bastardss," Crowley generally acknowledged all occult beings as bastards. Just different types of bastard. Crowley was probably just jaded, but, thus far, this belief had not failed him, so he had no reason to reconsider. There were just ... exceptions. One. .. And two, now.
*Was it about losing something God gave them, having less in common with angels? Crowley doesn't get these types.
Crowley jolts as Aurum continues this line of thought, sputtering. "An angel?" He doesn't seem ... hostile, or nervous, just startled. He'd been good at picking up occult energies, back when he had hell's powers. It'd been a sort of .. self defense thing. Apparently that didn't work now. Still, it was jarring for one to slip under his nose.
He refuses to let any of his paranoid thoughts about not noticing less friendly angels, and focuses on Aurum instead, eyes lit up like he'd discovered a particularly juicy secret**. "Would never have guessed, honestly," Aurum was remarkably ... human, in a manner of speech. In a lot of little ways that Crowley could probably drunkenly recount if asked***.
Ever-dedicated, he resolutely doesn't think about what this could mean for him.
**he hadn't, really. and, in fact, if aurum didn't bring it up too often, it'd probably largely escape his mind
***Mind the drunkenly because he sure as hell wouldn't do it sober.
"What an honor. And nobody really leavess hell, anywayss," He shrugs, grin briefly widening towards the beginning of his sentence. Angels, demons -- demons came up for the occasional tempting, but they were so dedicated to that singular tempting. That's not even covering the location. Crowley's not touching that with a ten foot pole. ... Crowley regards Aurum for a long moment, before continuing. "Only really interacted with one other angel since coming up, mysself, and I've been here a long time," His face twitches as he says so. Oversharing**** feels ... strange, but, underneath all of the tenseness, it's a strangely delightful conversation.
... Needless to say, Crowley's emotions were rather inconsistent at the moment. It's fine -- he moved quickly.
**** ... Oversharing as he sees it, anyways.
As Aurum speaks, Crowley gradually relaxes. He'd tensed up while he'd admitted to his .. status, sort of, though he'd been tense already. It wasn't a big deal. Or, maybe it was a bit, just not in a way that was .. bad. Which was, admittedly, jarring. He allows himself yet another rough grin.
"I didn't think you would. Kept on the low, anywayss," Some might brag about it*, some might be upset, but, regardless was generally acknowledged as something angels could hold against them if they came to blows. Not a secret per se but .. something. "Count yourself lucky, in any case. Mosst of them are bastardss," Crowley generally acknowledged all occult beings as bastards. Just different types of bastard. Crowley was probably just jaded, but, thus far, this belief had not failed him, so he had no reason to reconsider. There were just ... exceptions. One. .. And two, now.
*Was it about losing something God gave them, having less in common with angels? Crowley doesn't get these types.
Crowley jolts as Aurum continues this line of thought, sputtering. "An angel?" He doesn't seem ... hostile, or nervous, just startled. He'd been good at picking up occult energies, back when he had hell's powers. It'd been a sort of .. self defense thing. Apparently that didn't work now. Still, it was jarring for one to slip under his nose.
He refuses to let any of his paranoid thoughts about not noticing less friendly angels, and focuses on Aurum instead, eyes lit up like he'd discovered a particularly juicy secret**. "Would never have guessed, honestly," Aurum was remarkably ... human, in a manner of speech. In a lot of little ways that Crowley could probably drunkenly recount if asked***.
Ever-dedicated, he resolutely doesn't think about what this could mean for him.
**he hadn't, really. and, in fact, if aurum didn't bring it up too often, it'd probably largely escape his mind
***Mind the drunkenly because he sure as hell wouldn't do it sober.
"What an honor. And nobody really leavess hell, anywayss," He shrugs, grin briefly widening towards the beginning of his sentence. Angels, demons -- demons came up for the occasional tempting, but they were so dedicated to that singular tempting. That's not even covering the location. Crowley's not touching that with a ten foot pole. ... Crowley regards Aurum for a long moment, before continuing. "Only really interacted with one other angel since coming up, mysself, and I've been here a long time," His face twitches as he says so. Oversharing**** feels ... strange, but, underneath all of the tenseness, it's a strangely delightful conversation.
... Needless to say, Crowley's emotions were rather inconsistent at the moment. It's fine -- he moved quickly.
**** ... Oversharing as he sees it, anyways.
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