[Closed] 'Why are you so set on convincing yourself that I'm a good person?'

[uncaging]

Who: Elizabeth (uncaging) and Crowley (saunteredvaguelydownwards)
Where: Crowley's room
When: Backdated to just after the zombie event
Rating: G for now
Summary: Elizabeth needs some closure after things in Alexandria
The Story:

[ She hovers in the doorway a moment, glancing from Crowley to the bottle of wine on the table and back, feeling a little ridiculous with how relieved she is to see his hand intact and looking as though it had never been severed at all. Stepping past him into his room, Elizabeth seats herself on the sofa with her own hands clasped tightly in her lap, regarding him carefully. ]

Are you quite sure you're all right?

[ It's easier for her to focus on him, so she can try to ignore how not all right she feels herself. ]

Comments

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Perfectly.

[He joins her, and deftly uncorks the wine bottle in silence. The sound of the liquid pouring fills the silence hanging between them, and Crowley doesn't speak again until he's picked up his glass, taken a sip, and leaned back.

The demon considers her for a long few moments, taking in her clasped hands, her tight posture, and not forgetting how quickly she had appeared with minimal prompting.]

... But that's not really what you want to ask me, is it.