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entrancelogs2015-05-03 08:03 pm
goesdown) wrote in entrancelogs2015-05-03 08:03 pm
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A key in the door, a step on the floor,
Who: Crowley and Blake
Where: Their new secret room
When: April 20th
Rating: R
Summary: Crowley and Blake get their new room together
The Story: Crowley had a week of being unable to leave the first floor, even after the event had seemingly ended. It had been frustrating, to say the least, but he'd had time to figure out which floor was normally the emptiest and once the floor limitations had finally passed, he'd gone straight to Blake to suggest they relocate to the ninth floor in secret. He doesn't want anyone finding them until Dean's back to normal.
There are plenty of things like furniture that he's content to get fresh from the new closet, but not everything is so easily replaced and he's already made a few careful and indirect trips back and forth with his books and other rarer goods, hex bag in his pocket to minimize his presence to others who might sense his movements.
He pushes open the door with his back, giant box of books cradled in his arms.
"I think this is the last of mine. Do you have anything else?"
Where: Their new secret room
When: April 20th
Rating: R
Summary: Crowley and Blake get their new room together
The Story: Crowley had a week of being unable to leave the first floor, even after the event had seemingly ended. It had been frustrating, to say the least, but he'd had time to figure out which floor was normally the emptiest and once the floor limitations had finally passed, he'd gone straight to Blake to suggest they relocate to the ninth floor in secret. He doesn't want anyone finding them until Dean's back to normal.
There are plenty of things like furniture that he's content to get fresh from the new closet, but not everything is so easily replaced and he's already made a few careful and indirect trips back and forth with his books and other rarer goods, hex bag in his pocket to minimize his presence to others who might sense his movements.
He pushes open the door with his back, giant box of books cradled in his arms.
"I think this is the last of mine. Do you have anything else?"
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"So good to me," he murmurs, and sometimes he can hardly believe it. It's absurd, isn't it? And no matter how many times the King of Hell admits it's just a selfish act, Blake always finds a way to look back and see that it's truly selfless in the grand scheme of things. What does Crowley really get out of being so careful and caring other than more worry than it's worth?
He watches the man until the lights rob him of the image and then John relaxes into his pillow, expectantly awaiting some very serious spooning.
"One day you'll wise up," John adds, a certain amount of self-deprecating amusement finding its way into his voice.
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"Unlikely, at least until the sex gets boring."
But of course Crowley's already moving to spoon Blake and pressing kisses to the back of his shoulder and neck. He doesn't think he'll wise up, because this is a new level of stupid for him. He's spent his time in Wonderland on a slow descent into madness, but he doesn't think he's doing much better in his own world.