+ Wanted to get it real home-like... +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: ANYT-- Friday, February 20 to Monday, February 23
Rating: An average PG-13? (Consider warning for explicit sexual or violent content in your thread's subject line)
Summary:
For the duration of this event each character will discover that their room has been replaced with one of their own memories, one that they find themselves particularly happy or "at home" in. More information can be found here.

This log is an opportunity for your characters to describe the memory playing in their room, so that other characters might visit, and watch the scene unfold. To help browse the collection better, please include your character's name, and their room number in the subject line (e.g. Seta Souji - 100, 6th floor) of your top-level comment.

Rooms/Comments may be locked to certain people, or be available for all to see & visit. Log participation is completely and entirely voluntary.

Have fun!

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[goesdown]

He purses his lips as she speaks, something in his brow growing tense until he can't hear any more of it.

"I know!" He bellows and the room practically shakes with his voice. "I know exactly how it's going to end and I haven't even lived the end of it yet. Don't you think I know?!"

It hurts him down to his core. He deserves friends! He deserves love! Why does everyone leave him?

[first_demon]

She stares at him, standing her ground, even though she knows that her jealousy and anger are making him feel worse about this situation. Maybe not in regards to her, but in being exposed for this pathetic sad obsession with Dean.

Lilith looks away, feeling a bit betrayed by the whole thing. It was like her death didn't affect him. He'd buddy up to the Winchesters and what did it matter? They killed her, they killed their kind, but Crowley was their friend.

"This is your happiest memory?" That's what stings most. All of their fun, all of their depravity together and strange demon bonding. It didn't matter against one drunken holiday with Dean.

[goesdown]

"Yes." He doesn't even have to think about it. Dean hasn't left him yet and everyone else has. He has no doubt that when he goes home and it all falls apart that that will change, but for now nothing is tainting this memory. It's one of the last things he remembers from the last time he was home.

"You left. You don't get to be angry that I didn't kill myself over it."

If he'd been here from a time when she was still alive, it might have been something with her, but she's gone and he can't feel happy about anything associated with that loss.

[first_demon]

"Oh, well I guess I'll just stop then." She retorted, bristling at the accusation. Her decisions then had been selfish and still were. But it wasn't something that she felt any pride over anymore. She wanted Lucifer's love, but that love wouldn't be forthcoming. She chose wrong and admitting that would take more humility than she had. Especially now.

"I don't recall you trying to stop me." Lilith said, wanting to place the blame on anyone else.

[goesdown]

"Lucifer would have killed me if I'd been too obvious." He raises an eyebrow, as if daring her to argue otherwise.

He knows he could have done more, but the risks Crowley takes are calculated ones and that particular calculation hadn't come out in Lilith's favor. He wouldn't expect any different from her.

[first_demon]

She's not going to dare, because she knows that he's right. She did abandon him. The reasons don't seem to matter anymore, but the damage was done. Now, things between them are this. Broken and tainted.

Lilith looked away, her face darkened and shadowed by an indistinguishable amount of pain.

"He might kill me anyway." She said, thinking about the encounter in her room. "My memory didn't please him."

[goesdown]

"Fuck him. We'll angel-proof your room." He's not going to take a bullet for her, but he is going to do what he can to help her fend off Lucifer. As far as he's concerned, Lucifer can get himself trapped in a holy fire ring forever.

"He's not just going to go around pushing us like we're ants."

[first_demon]

She gave a small smile, recalling his talent at angel proofing. "Just wait until these memories go away. You probably don't want to see it until it's over." Though she's already picturing ways to spend their evening after putting up the angel sigils. Being in a room alone with Crowley always leads to possibilities.

"I'm rather glad that it hasn't spread what my vulnerability is."

[goesdown]

"Why don't I want to see it?" He perks up at that. If she's going to invade his personal feelings, he might as well return the favor. Besides, her telling him he doesn't want to see it is a dead giveaway that he very much does.

"What's going on in your room that's so much better than buddying up with a Winchester?"

[first_demon]

She knows that she opened the door for his curiosity to be peaked. And maybe part of her wanted him to see it. He didn't have a memory of her, but she had one of him. Further proof that her affections for him are genuine, even if slightly possessive.

In her eyes, at least, it was better than chasing after a Winchester.

"It's the garden from a few days ago." She said softly. "What you said to me."

[goesdown]

There's a hint of genuine smile on his face. He feels a bit mixed about that being so important to her, mostly because he's not sure how to feel about being that important to her, but he supposes she's always been important to him, too, even after her death.

"Yeah? Might want to lock your door."

[first_demon]

"Lucifer already saw it." She gives a small shrug. She doesn't want to give any indication she actually feels a bit concerned about what could happen to Crowley. Caring about him isn't something she is used to expressing openly and her defenses are still up. Seeing Dean in the room puts her on edge.

"I think he was more concerned with my comments about him." He already knew her weaknesses. "I somewhat doubt anyone else cares about what is behind my door. The Winchesters seem to think there is nothing there."

She smiles, "I have happy memories, but they are not what anyone expects." Her eyes dart away. "They involve you. My only family."

[goesdown]

"They don't know you like I do." Lucifer doesn't, either, or he would see what Crowley sees. Lilith isn't just someone Crowley cares for, but also someone Crowley sees as a formidable opponent. She's vulnerable now and he can see that, but doesn't remove her strength. Lucifer should be afraid if he crosses all of them. Crowley, Lilith, Meg... who else does Lucifer think will support him?

"Most humans can't see past what we are." He moves closer and touches her arm. "You're my family, too, but let's not turn into a bunch of Winchesters about it."

[first_demon]

She looked at him and gave a small smile, leaning into the touch of his hand. Very slowly, she moved her head closer to him and placed a tiny kiss on his lips. She didn't expect anything from him and pulled away as soon as it was done. The feel of him and the proximity made her sentimental and nostalgic. It had been a long time since they were like that and she missed it.

There was no one else like Crowley and as long as he had been her lover, there really hadn't been anyone else. Even now, no one else could really match him. For all her little trysts in Wonderland, Crowley stood on his own.

"Family. That's where they're strongest. It's why when they're together, they come out the winners." Lilith said. "It's why I encouraged Ruby to keep them apart. Family makes them strong, not weak."

[goesdown]

He stays neutral through the kiss, neither encouraging nor cruelly pushing her away. He's still not sure how to react to it or even how to broach the subject of her advances without hurting her... or worse, bringing anger in his direction.

"That strength is also how they managed to nearly end the world, so it might not always be a positive."

Shifting away, he goes to lean against a table. "I wouldn't compare us to the Winchesters. Neither of us is prepared to carry on the way they do."

[first_demon]

"Yet you want the affection that they can give." She said, glancing back at Dean. The happiness in Crowley's face is one that she remembers. They had shared moments like this before, but now they belonged to someone else. It hurt, despite what front she might throw up. Being abandoned was something she couldn't handle very well.

"I don't have friends like that or allies. I don't really have anyone but you." She isn't sure how she feels about this or if she feels anything at all. It just never occurred to her how solitary she really was.

[goesdown]

"I've never had many people, either." He eyes the false Dean, wondering how long before that crumbles, too.

"Truthfully, sweetheart, there wasn't much beyond you until I came here." Wonderland changed things. He's met people--wonderful people like Clara and River and Martha--and maybe most of them aren't here anymore, but he remembers them here.

[first_demon]

"I guess this place has given you a chance to have a different kind of life." Lilith said with a small shrug. "Maybe that is reason enough to stay. Hope, I've found, is a powerful thing. I haven't had much of it in my life, but I've seen it in humans." More specifically in Sam when he was killing her.

"I'd board up the door and not let anyone else in. Your memory could be used against you in the wrong hands." And she didn't want to see him hurt.

[goesdown]

He purses his lips and then breaks into a small smile. "I think I'll manage. What are they going to do? Tease me to death?"

It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings where Dean is concerned, but it's not as if he'd take a proverbial bullet for the man. A real one, sure, but bullets can't kill Crowley.

[first_demon]

"I don't see that working. You've withstood my quips for centuries." She steps closer, grinning at him in amusement. "And with that sass of your own, I don't think the Winchesters stand a chance."

Lilith gave a shrug, giving Dean a shove to try and knock him back. He remained in place, not noticing her efforts.

[goesdown]

"No, they're not nearly as creative as you are, sweetheart." He grinned at her. "I'll be alright. We both will be."

He has to believe that, of course. There's no other option, really. They're both strong because they have to be and they've learned to be out of necessity. That's life. The strong survive.

[first_demon]

She leaned close to him and cupped his cheek, giving him a fond grin. Her anger tempered and soothed by Crowley, as it always was.

"I better get back to my room before someone else decides they want in." She wasn't particularly worried, but she couldn't look at Dean Winchester and Crowley anymore. "Pay me a visit sometime, darling."