[ Crowley's still not sure exactly what his cravings are, but he can tell at least somewhat that he's been acting like a mad man. It's frustrating to say the least and he almost thinks he must be craving bloody humiliation when he comes across Lucifer in the hall and stands there gaping instead of running away.
He should run. He should run now.
No, he must be craving his own death.
Saying something doesn't seem to be an option, but then he's sure that Lucifer must know he's there as he stands there staring. ]
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He should run. He should run now.
No, he must be craving his own death.
Saying something doesn't seem to be an option, but then he's sure that Lucifer must know he's there as he stands there staring. ]