[MIRRORSIDE] trying to start something new

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Who: Mirror!Crowley (Gadreel) & MIRRORS!!
Where: MIRROR SIDE
When: 17th March
Rating: PG-13 at the moment
Summary: The mirror side has never had a clinic. After the Queen of Hearts declaration of war, Gadreel decides that he can't wait any longer to do something about it (replies to come from neversauntered).
The Story:

i. early morning

[A large room off the entrance hall had been just the right place to begin.

Gadreel knows that he's taking a risk. He knows that most of the Mirrors can't be trusted, and that many of them will object to what he's doing. He knows, too, that a lot of them are going to try to stop him. What he knows more than anything is that the Queen of Hearts will try to stop him... but he's hoping that she's too occupied with her own fury to pay any attention to him now.

Still, he runs excuses through his head. Over and over, he thinks through ways that he can justify this. Ways he can try to make it seem like a good idea.

The angel starts by cleaning. The room is spacious, but unused, and has been claimed by layers of dust and spiders being fed by God knows what, weaving their webs in high corners and behind furniture. It takes hours to clear it out, especially if he has to do it alone, and to push what meagre furniture the room has up against one wall until he can decide what to do with it. He's going to need cabinets, and... beds. This place is going to need beds.]

ii. evening

[When the room smells faintly of citrus rather than simply musty, Gadreel sits on a lone chair and winces as it creaks underneath him. He looks around, chewing his lip, and presses his hands together under his chin.]

This could get you into so much trouble, Gadreel. [He says softly, closing his eyes.] I hope you know what you're doing.

[There is enough room for just over half a dozen beds, by his reckoning, and a desk, a few cabinets... shelves, too. He draws his lower lip in under his teeth and bites it again. After all this time spent trying to fly under the radar, this could be the thing that finally gets him branded as a traitor. It could be, but... it has to be worth it. It has to be.

A little later, he has squirreled a small number of medical supplies into the so far mostly empty room, as well as a table to sort them on. Every time he hears footsteps near the door, he flinches and freezes, staring towards the noise with wide green eyes until it either fades away... or someone walks in.]

Comments

W O W I did not get any notifs for this

[neversauntered]

[Oh... hell.

And here he was, just trying to have a good time, and-- now this. This. It would be too cruel to call him a thing - too cruel, and yet... yet there he stands, barely human, and Gadreel feels the soft catch of his own breath in his throat.]

Nothing... Nothing for you to concern yourself with, I'm sure.

your inbox wanted to protect you

[squandered]

[ He does not know if he can still make his voice sound as sweetly sincere as he used to. He knows the song clings to his throat, and the sounds come distorted, a mere whisper of the beauty he hears in his mind. ]

Ser, I am a Knight-Commander of the templar order, it is my sworn duty to protect the people from- trouble. Will you not tell me your concern so I can assist?

hecky

[neversauntered]

[Gadreel grits his teeth, the motion showing only as a small tension in his jaw. He straightens his shoulders, eyes not leaving the corrupted creature for a moment.]

I know very well what you are, Cullen. [No matter how sincere he might sound, the overall appearance of the man lets the attempt down entirely.]

I'm sure I don't need any assistance you'd want to offer.