Lying prone on the ground underneath an angel, shoulders burning, sternum crushed, glasses gone, Crowley was experiencing too many recollections and conflicting emotions to be able to handle any of them effectively. So, as he usually did in these situations, he pushed it all away - all the inconvenient feelings and memories - and let his instincts take over. The goal was to infuriate the archangel, right?
Feeling reckless and possibly suicidal, he smiled insouciantly, reptilian eyes locked to ethereal blue. "I do try. Sweet of you to notice, really." And that vile tongue darted out to lick the weeping gashes marring Gabriel's perfect face.
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Date: 2007-09-12 07:07 pm (UTC)Feeling reckless and possibly suicidal, he smiled insouciantly, reptilian eyes locked to ethereal blue. "I do try. Sweet of you to notice, really." And that vile tongue darted out to lick the weeping gashes marring Gabriel's perfect face.