Let's try this thing
Gonna try a drabble meme, here. I'm not sure what kind of parameters to set, so let's just say I'll write about my character and one of yours (tell me which) in a situation that is ... hmm, let's see. Why don't y'all challenge me? Post-camp, during-camp, angsty, funny, smutty -- tell me which of your characters to drabble on, and what flavor ( Read more... )
"Don't be coy, Velaxis. You know I've been dying to know."
Those perfect lips curved upward as he stroked Crowley's cheek. "I'm sure I have no idea about what you're speaking, Mr. Crowley."
The demon smirked and dipped his head, nuzzling and biting at Velaxis' collarbone. "And I'm sure you do. You shouldn't play innocent; you're not that good at it -- take it from someone who knows. Tell me what you did with the doll."
"That was a sacred ritual, Mr. Crowley. I'm quite certain you wouldn't understand its nuances."
"Oh, you underestimate the depth of my comprehension for earthly delights, dear Velaxis. Now spill it," he said, running a hand into that smooth, pale hair. "Don't make me play dirty."
"'Play dirty'?"
Crowley's smile grew a few degrees darker as he dropped down onto the bed, sprawlig on his side. He pulled off his sunglasses and setting them on a bedside table. "Six thousand years is a long time, you know. Plenty of time to observe people. Figure them out. Learn what makes them tick. You're different, certainly, but not that different."
Velaxis sat on the bed, smiling up at him. "Do tell."
"To properly...er, appeal to people, it's not enough to know what they want. A lot of times I have to become what they want. As dashing as I consider my preferred form to be, it doesn't always strike the right chord for everyone. I've learned to assume a multitude of different shapes over the millennia."
"And you're arrogant enough to assume you can tempt me? And what if I told you I am the tempter? What then?"
"Even tempters can be tempted, my dear."
And then, he was different, and yet not. The dark hair was longer, flowing in inky waves across the bedlinens. The features were somewhat more finely molded, and those glorious eyes were framed with thick, dark lashes. His lips were fuller now, as red as any tree-ripened apple.
Crowley's body, now naked, had changed as well, encompassing all that Velaxis deemed perfect.
Still, he looked unimpressed. "If you think I'm going to be swayed by--"
"Oh, I'm not done yet, my dear." An odd, tearing sound followed, and soon two perfect white wings had unfolded. Crowley flexed the feathery appendages lazily as he smiled.
Velaxis blinked once, then twice.
"...I believe I concede, my dear Mr. Crowley."
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