5 [Accidental Video]

[kissesdarling]

[The camera turns on to a nice flat, with a large bookshelf, a fine liquor cabinet, and a nice couch and set of chairs. There are stacks of books on the coffee table, along with a variety of notes, and a blanket on the couch that looks slightly rumpled. It’s something of a normal scene -- if you ignore the pointless bitching in the corner, anyway,

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[athermercy]

[S T A R E

This feels uncomfortably like a lovers' spat.]

Problems?

[kissesdarling]

[No, this is really just how they talk.]

What makes you say that?

[... no, seriously, this is just how they talk.]

[athermercy]

You seemed to threaten him for touching your food.

[kissesdarling]

I threaten him for breathing, it isn't anything new.

[Somewhat dismissively.]

He will be returned, eyes intact, to the general population.

[Ordinarily, he wouldn't bother clarifying, but Elaine is weirdly different.]

[athermercy]

Take it as read.

[She trusts your word.]

So you like truffles?

[kissesdarling]

Who doesn't?

[Because they should be shot. Honestly. 8|]

[athermercy]

Well, Castiel seems to like it at least.

Which ones are your favorites?

[kissesdarling]

[He doesn't comment on Castiel's taste for them, instead focusing on -- ]

Raspberry liquor.

[athermercy]

I'll keep that in mind.

[Private // Unhackable]

[kissesdarling]

[The feed crackles abruptly and, suddenly, Crowley is in another room. Without Castiel.]

At the risk of sounding disgustingly naive, why is it you've taken something of a kind interest in me?

[Private // Unhackable]

[athermercy]

I like to be nice to people in general.

[She scratches her head at that question.]

But I respect you, if that makes sense -- For you know what we shouldn't speak about again.

[Private // Unhackable]

[kissesdarling]

[Respect is an odd word -- and Crowley nearly looks suspicious, for the barest moment, because no one legitimately respects his existence. He hasn't yet reached the point where demons quake at his arrival -- give him some more long months of reform and revolution and he'll get there, though.]

... respect.

[He says the word carefully, as if it's loaded.]

I'll have you know that word is rarely used to describe someone of my background.

[Private // Unhackable]

[athermercy]

[Which is unwarranted. Elaine has nothing to gain from him.]

Because you're a demon? Some of my inner circle is formed by fallen angels, demons, damned souls or lilim.

[Private // Unhackable]

[kissesdarling]

The majority of the angels in my world wish to kill me, so you'll understand why I'm finding a difficult time envisioning all of them around a campfire singing Kumbayah.

[But he doesn't discount what she says. In fact, he looks rather interested.]

Why bother with the damned?

[Private // Unhackable]

[athermercy]

I know you have your reasons to be cautious.

[she shakes her head.]

Nobody is damned to my eyes -- I don't believe in damnation.

[Private // Unhackable]

[kissesdarling]

... you don't believe in damnation.

[The driest tone you will ever hear.]

You do realize you're speaking to a twisted abomination of a soul.