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@odd-godwine
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About
Goes by the alias Odd Godwine.
Engaged to the Duke of Hell @resident-unemployed-demon.
Has two children @miss-godwine and @wysteria-naha.
The potential future son in law is @justcallmetony
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Demon on demon? Oh, you mean fighting. Shame.
No one can prevent me from turning into the form of a cat and begging at the local cafe opposite the bookshop. I can do that. You can't stop me. Go fuck yourself, Crowley.
Ah shit, someone mentioned me. Stop acknowledging my existence!
Odd just makes historical facts up just for fun. Just because he can. Who is going to bother fact checking him? They just think he's mad.
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Putting the word demon in demonstration.
I appreciate that this room is big enough to swing a cat by the tail in, but I could have gone without the demonstration!!! My poor tail!!!
Go to Hell? No thank you, it's too hot there. And no one there appreciates a good book.
Rolling in my grave and I'm not even dead yet.
I once accidentally married King Henry the 8th. Crowley wasn't happy.
When and how did this happen?
I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.
So did he have a seventh spouse or were you one of the six?
A secret one, Crowley didn't want word getting out.
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I once accidentally married King Henry the 8th. Crowley wasn't happy.
When and how did this happen?
I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.
Top this, bottom that. It's been around 6000 years, we took turns-
Odd didn't like running away from things, but sometimes it had to be done. Usually he ran at things head first, but this time, he had other people to consider. Heaven and Hell had come up with a condition for his baby, they had to share control of monitoring it to make sure nothing unusual happened... And that Odd couldn't go about spreading word of it. Not even to Crowley.
It was easier to run off than it was to lie to his new found demon. So he moved to a quaint little town where he was a single father. It was all good until he heard movement in the house. His first thought was to check on his baby Audrey. He rushed into the room to find a dark shape standing over the crib.
@resident-unemployed-demon. It can go either way so it can be used for the other prompt too later on.
It had taken a rather long time after his initial arrival to find out that he was in fact NOT crazy when thinking to himself that someone had disappeared. Crowley did not keep track of every single demon he encountered, in fact, he mostly went through life without getting to know any of the people he came across. Often, he was stuck in his own little world. He'd been like this for as long as he could remember, which... wasn't very long.
His fall hadn't been too long ago, and no matter how hard he tried to remember how it even got this far, it never ended in anything productive. His only proper recollection was of a meeting with Gabriel... something hot burning on his cheek. A declaration, no, a scream, and then solemn acceptance, right before the fire and brimstone greeted him down below.
Now, he spent his time alone, doing a job about as thankless as any other, and yet... he'd hoped to find some sort of hope when he laid eyes on another lonely demon. They were an odd one, that was for sure, cat like, always on their toes, skittish even, yet so eerily familiar that the snake demon couldn't help but feel drawn to them. Like a moth to the flame, he had followed their scent all throughout hell and up to Earth.
He wasn't supposed to be here, no, but the day Crowley took orders without his own agenda, would be the day he died. And so, Crowley had followed the demon to a small town near the sea. The air here was thinner than most places he had been, but it was nice.
Nice.
What a strange word.
It meant so much, yet so little at the same time. So did the little movement in the crib the demon was staring down at. He'd been watching the tiny thing wriggle inside of it for hours now. It was weird how enamoured he found himself by the miracle of life. It shouldn't really be all that wondrous to him any more, should it? How many lives had he seen born, how many created, how many snuffed out?
And yet... the tiny little beady eyes still filled him with a strange joy he could not describe. In fact, he was so distracted by it, that he did not hear the footsteps rapidly approaching the room, until it was too late.
Odd stood staring at that familiar face, a face that he knew very very well. It was the face of the angel that he had fallen for - In every way possible perhaps. He had taken the fall so that Raphael didn't need to, but also, he loved him. Even if this demon couldn't remember who he was.
But it was confusing to see Crowley stood there in the moonlight like a memory flickering in the back of his mind. His demon watching the baby like a... Well.. A new father looking at their child for the very first time.. Because that was exactly what it was.
"Crowley...?"
The footsteps stopped, and in their stead, a voice echoed through the room, breaking the quaint silence that had previously stirred all around him. The only sound that escaped his lips at first was a hushed breath, a nervous little hiss, as if he was ready to defend, to run away, a word of spite split down his tongue, only for all of it to fade away the moment he saw who the voice belonged to.
Of course, he'd come here to see them, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to run into Odd, but somehow... the actual sight of them took him out for just long enough to lose any thought he could have had.
Golden-yellow eyes wandered from the crib all the way to the blonde demon in the door frame. Something about the way they looked like in the fading light of dusk made the snake demon take a sharp breath. He could feel his heart skip a beat ever so fervently, before finally finding his voice.
"Sorry, no warning this time." was all he managed to say at first, his hands still curled around the crib.
"Who is she?" he asked quietly, his gaze once more focusing on the child. He'd never been sure why the innocence of newborn life drew him in so much. Especially now, as a demon, he really shouldn't care all that much, should he? It would definitely for the better if he didn't, but... looking at her, Crowley couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... responsibility.
"Is she yours? Is she why you ran?"
Odd stood awkwardly as he thought of the words he could say. He could have lied, told the demon that it was just a job that would eventually draw to an end. He could have said a lot of things. But he couldn't bring himself to.
It felt wrong to lie to Crowley about this. Even if that was the only option he was allowed to do.
He just held his breath and nodded, although words slowly caught up. "She is mine... And yes.. Wanted her far away from both Hell and Heaven."
"I see."
The demon's voice faltered ever so slightly as he spoke. Finding the right words to say had never been this strangely complicated.
Why?
There was no reason to be upset. Nothing would justify being emotional at all. Not that Crowley was emotional often, at least not outwardly. Some could call this a flaw, considering the depiction of many demons being so full of rage and spite all the time. But at this moment, Crowley did not feel any rage, no, if anything... it was melancholy that drowned the thoughts inside his head and pulled his gaze away from the other demon and out the window.
"It's beautiful here." he said quietly, observing the waves crashing against rock and sand. He could smell the salt water even from here, a distinct smell he'd experienced many times before... but today, it felt especially overpowering, spreading a sense of déjà vu that made him sick to the stomach.
"A nice place to raise a child. Even if it's... a life on the run. It might be better than whatever life she could have had somewhere else."
There was an intense desire to question the other demon. To ask them who this child belonged to beside him. But something held him back, a deep, uncomfortable feeling that sunk to his stomach and twisted it into knots.
Fear.
That's what it was.
Intense fear.
But of what?
Odd wandered in, but he felt like a deer in headlights. He picked up the baby and cuddled her close to his chest, before holding her out for the other demon to hold. He didn't know what he wanted, it wasn't like there was a magical way to bring back lost memories. He knew that this demon couldn't remember him... Or their daughter.
"It is beautiful.. I.. Her father and I used to come to this town a long long time ago. Always felt safe. Even if we were sneaking around... Do you want to hold her...?"
His body jerked as the child was quietly removed from the crib, hoisted up into the arms of their parent. It was a visual he'd never really expected to see, but it wasn't one he'd like to deny. It was... nice.
What a word. Awful, really, to have it used so much when it wasn't ever supposed to leave his lips. No. It really shouldn't, but looking at Odd like this, seeing the child... seeing them together like this... it... it hurt.
So, when they extended their arms to give him the child to hold, Crowley took a deep breath, which was immediately pushed out of his chest in a desperate attempt to suppress the surprise that hit him like a truck.
Him? Hold this child? Why would he entrust something like this to him? He shouldn't. No. This was wrong... so wrong.
So why did he readily hold up his hands to receive the tiny child?
"I... yes. I would."
Why did he say that? Why? WHY? He shouldn't. No. Stop.
"I'm.... sure her father wouldn't... appreciate this. Letting a stranger hold onto her. But. I've always liked children. Can't really put my finger on why. Got to be somethin' stupid, haha."
Crowley hoisted the child up into his arms and stepped toward the window.
"Ya see that, kid? The world out there? Pretty, isn't it? Make sure you get to see as much of it as ya can, before it's all gone."
The world going.. Yes.. The world was meant to end, a few hundred years in the future.. But for now, it was still at their fingertips. A flash of pain shot through the demon, what if Crowley never found out about his daughter before then? What if he never got to know her?
Odd tried to shake the thoughts from his head, no point worrying over the impossible. Crowley as he knew him was dead. Raphael was dead. At least, he might as well have been.
"Father isn't in the picture.. He was an angel and... Well.."
The sound of Odd's voice pained the snake demon. He wasn't really sure why, but when was he ever sure about anything these days? Every single step he took, every thought he had, every action, it was all laced with doubt, paranoia of something unspoken he could never name, nor run away from. Something from his past was chasing him, a shadow, a looming memory ready to pierce his heart and leave him wounded on the floor, but he tried to take it in stride.
What else was he supposed to do after all? He couldn't make the thoughts go away, nor could he tame the anxiety in his chest. It was painful, but nothing was more painful than hearing Odd's voice at this moment.
Something had always pulled Crowley toward them, like an irresistible push and pull, a magnetic field he could not escape from, no... the gravity of a crashing, beautiful star, endlessly dragging him closer toward his doom.
One hand gently caressed the kids rough, golden hair.
No father, hm? That had to be hard. Their two factions were as divided as anything, and Crowley wasn't particularly fond of angels either.
"I see. I'd say sorry, but... I don't think it's my place to apologise."
He barely knew Odd after all. Nor did he know this angel he was supposedly with. Or had been with? Were they still...? It didn't matter. There was no reason to question it. Odd was not his, never would be, and he wouldn't want him to be... right?
"Angels are a fickle bunch anyway. Might be better off with you alone. Not that I wanna judge. Just... yeah."
Odd went quiet for a moment, it was all too much. This conversation was the horrible thing that he was trying to run from. But Crowley always seemed to follow him, somehow. First it was back before he fell, although Odd's memories of that were blurred. And then Raphael fell too.. And.. His stomach twisted.
He wanted to beg the demon, plead for him to remember him. What they had. He wanted to tell him that he always had a place in Odd's heart. That Odd loved him.
"You're always so busy.. And you're here right now.. Let me treat you to a week off. Claim its work, relax..."
"I mean I could. Not like anybody checks on me anyway... don't really matter what I do, or where I do it, long as somethin' gets done by the end of it. Ain't that just the shit."
He wanted to laugh, really did, but somehow the laugh got stuck in his throat. Like a blade, it slit through, bleeding into his mouth, shutting him up. Was there something he had wanted to say instead? Was there something unspoken preventing him from just enjoying his usual sarcasm?
It was the easiest way to cope, after all. Humour. Pretend it all away.
And yet, in the quiet darkness that settled over the town, with a barely sleeping child in his arms, the demon couldn't help but feel as if humour wasn't... appropriate. He felt sad.
Sadness was the only thing that fit. Perhaps desperation. A feeling so deep-rooted in his mind that he could no longer cut it out. It belonged, somehow.
What was it he had forgotten to say?
"But would you want that? Why would you even ask? I mean, it's not like we- like we... ngk."
Know each other.
That's what he'd wanted to say, but he did not dare say it out loud. It wasn't something he wanted to admit.
The knot hardened.
"Didn't you wanna hide 'er from us? I mean... what if I tell?"
He wouldn't. But that wasn't the point. The point was to fathom why Odd would trust him. What was he missing?
Odd smiled sadly. He couldn't tell him the truth. He just couldn't. And although he couldn't bring himself to lie, the truth just felt cruel. Maybe Crowley was safer without him. It was all Odd ever wanted to keep him safe...
"Hell knows. So does Heaven. I'm just not allowed to go spreading it. And besides, you already know. She's in your arms. If you wanted to. You could have left with her already. But you didn't."
Odd didn't like running away from things, but sometimes it had to be done. Usually he ran at things head first, but this time, he had other people to consider. Heaven and Hell had come up with a condition for his baby, they had to share control of monitoring it to make sure nothing unusual happened... And that Odd couldn't go about spreading word of it. Not even to Crowley.
It was easier to run off than it was to lie to his new found demon. So he moved to a quaint little town where he was a single father. It was all good until he heard movement in the house. His first thought was to check on his baby Audrey. He rushed into the room to find a dark shape standing over the crib.
@resident-unemployed-demon. It can go either way so it can be used for the other prompt too later on.
It had taken a rather long time after his initial arrival to find out that he was in fact NOT crazy when thinking to himself that someone had disappeared. Crowley did not keep track of every single demon he encountered, in fact, he mostly went through life without getting to know any of the people he came across. Often, he was stuck in his own little world. He'd been like this for as long as he could remember, which... wasn't very long.
His fall hadn't been too long ago, and no matter how hard he tried to remember how it even got this far, it never ended in anything productive. His only proper recollection was of a meeting with Gabriel... something hot burning on his cheek. A declaration, no, a scream, and then solemn acceptance, right before the fire and brimstone greeted him down below.
Now, he spent his time alone, doing a job about as thankless as any other, and yet... he'd hoped to find some sort of hope when he laid eyes on another lonely demon. They were an odd one, that was for sure, cat like, always on their toes, skittish even, yet so eerily familiar that the snake demon couldn't help but feel drawn to them. Like a moth to the flame, he had followed their scent all throughout hell and up to Earth.
He wasn't supposed to be here, no, but the day Crowley took orders without his own agenda, would be the day he died. And so, Crowley had followed the demon to a small town near the sea. The air here was thinner than most places he had been, but it was nice.
Nice.
What a strange word.
It meant so much, yet so little at the same time. So did the little movement in the crib the demon was staring down at. He'd been watching the tiny thing wriggle inside of it for hours now. It was weird how enamoured he found himself by the miracle of life. It shouldn't really be all that wondrous to him any more, should it? How many lives had he seen born, how many created, how many snuffed out?
And yet... the tiny little beady eyes still filled him with a strange joy he could not describe. In fact, he was so distracted by it, that he did not hear the footsteps rapidly approaching the room, until it was too late.
Odd stood staring at that familiar face, a face that he knew very very well. It was the face of the angel that he had fallen for - In every way possible perhaps. He had taken the fall so that Raphael didn't need to, but also, he loved him. Even if this demon couldn't remember who he was.
But it was confusing to see Crowley stood there in the moonlight like a memory flickering in the back of his mind. His demon watching the baby like a... Well.. A new father looking at their child for the very first time.. Because that was exactly what it was.
"Crowley...?"
The footsteps stopped, and in their stead, a voice echoed through the room, breaking the quaint silence that had previously stirred all around him. The only sound that escaped his lips at first was a hushed breath, a nervous little hiss, as if he was ready to defend, to run away, a word of spite split down his tongue, only for all of it to fade away the moment he saw who the voice belonged to.
Of course, he'd come here to see them, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to run into Odd, but somehow... the actual sight of them took him out for just long enough to lose any thought he could have had.
Golden-yellow eyes wandered from the crib all the way to the blonde demon in the door frame. Something about the way they looked like in the fading light of dusk made the snake demon take a sharp breath. He could feel his heart skip a beat ever so fervently, before finally finding his voice.
"Sorry, no warning this time." was all he managed to say at first, his hands still curled around the crib.
"Who is she?" he asked quietly, his gaze once more focusing on the child. He'd never been sure why the innocence of newborn life drew him in so much. Especially now, as a demon, he really shouldn't care all that much, should he? It would definitely for the better if he didn't, but... looking at her, Crowley couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... responsibility.
"Is she yours? Is she why you ran?"
Odd stood awkwardly as he thought of the words he could say. He could have lied, told the demon that it was just a job that would eventually draw to an end. He could have said a lot of things. But he couldn't bring himself to.
It felt wrong to lie to Crowley about this. Even if that was the only option he was allowed to do.
He just held his breath and nodded, although words slowly caught up. "She is mine... And yes.. Wanted her far away from both Hell and Heaven."
"I see."
The demon's voice faltered ever so slightly as he spoke. Finding the right words to say had never been this strangely complicated.
Why?
There was no reason to be upset. Nothing would justify being emotional at all. Not that Crowley was emotional often, at least not outwardly. Some could call this a flaw, considering the depiction of many demons being so full of rage and spite all the time. But at this moment, Crowley did not feel any rage, no, if anything... it was melancholy that drowned the thoughts inside his head and pulled his gaze away from the other demon and out the window.
"It's beautiful here." he said quietly, observing the waves crashing against rock and sand. He could smell the salt water even from here, a distinct smell he'd experienced many times before... but today, it felt especially overpowering, spreading a sense of déjà vu that made him sick to the stomach.
"A nice place to raise a child. Even if it's... a life on the run. It might be better than whatever life she could have had somewhere else."
There was an intense desire to question the other demon. To ask them who this child belonged to beside him. But something held him back, a deep, uncomfortable feeling that sunk to his stomach and twisted it into knots.
Fear.
That's what it was.
Intense fear.
But of what?
Odd wandered in, but he felt like a deer in headlights. He picked up the baby and cuddled her close to his chest, before holding her out for the other demon to hold. He didn't know what he wanted, it wasn't like there was a magical way to bring back lost memories. He knew that this demon couldn't remember him... Or their daughter.
"It is beautiful.. I.. Her father and I used to come to this town a long long time ago. Always felt safe. Even if we were sneaking around... Do you want to hold her...?"
His body jerked as the child was quietly removed from the crib, hoisted up into the arms of their parent. It was a visual he'd never really expected to see, but it wasn't one he'd like to deny. It was... nice.
What a word. Awful, really, to have it used so much when it wasn't ever supposed to leave his lips. No. It really shouldn't, but looking at Odd like this, seeing the child... seeing them together like this... it... it hurt.
So, when they extended their arms to give him the child to hold, Crowley took a deep breath, which was immediately pushed out of his chest in a desperate attempt to suppress the surprise that hit him like a truck.
Him? Hold this child? Why would he entrust something like this to him? He shouldn't. No. This was wrong... so wrong.
So why did he readily hold up his hands to receive the tiny child?
"I... yes. I would."
Why did he say that? Why? WHY? He shouldn't. No. Stop.
"I'm.... sure her father wouldn't... appreciate this. Letting a stranger hold onto her. But. I've always liked children. Can't really put my finger on why. Got to be somethin' stupid, haha."
Crowley hoisted the child up into his arms and stepped toward the window.
"Ya see that, kid? The world out there? Pretty, isn't it? Make sure you get to see as much of it as ya can, before it's all gone."
The world going.. Yes.. The world was meant to end, a few hundred years in the future.. But for now, it was still at their fingertips. A flash of pain shot through the demon, what if Crowley never found out about his daughter before then? What if he never got to know her?
Odd tried to shake the thoughts from his head, no point worrying over the impossible. Crowley as he knew him was dead. Raphael was dead. At least, he might as well have been.
"Father isn't in the picture.. He was an angel and... Well.."
The sound of Odd's voice pained the snake demon. He wasn't really sure why, but when was he ever sure about anything these days? Every single step he took, every thought he had, every action, it was all laced with doubt, paranoia of something unspoken he could never name, nor run away from. Something from his past was chasing him, a shadow, a looming memory ready to pierce his heart and leave him wounded on the floor, but he tried to take it in stride.
What else was he supposed to do after all? He couldn't make the thoughts go away, nor could he tame the anxiety in his chest. It was painful, but nothing was more painful than hearing Odd's voice at this moment.
Something had always pulled Crowley toward them, like an irresistible push and pull, a magnetic field he could not escape from, no... the gravity of a crashing, beautiful star, endlessly dragging him closer toward his doom.
One hand gently caressed the kids rough, golden hair.
No father, hm? That had to be hard. Their two factions were as divided as anything, and Crowley wasn't particularly fond of angels either.
"I see. I'd say sorry, but... I don't think it's my place to apologise."
He barely knew Odd after all. Nor did he know this angel he was supposedly with. Or had been with? Were they still...? It didn't matter. There was no reason to question it. Odd was not his, never would be, and he wouldn't want him to be... right?
"Angels are a fickle bunch anyway. Might be better off with you alone. Not that I wanna judge. Just... yeah."
Odd went quiet for a moment, it was all too much. This conversation was the horrible thing that he was trying to run from. But Crowley always seemed to follow him, somehow. First it was back before he fell, although Odd's memories of that were blurred. And then Raphael fell too.. And.. His stomach twisted.
He wanted to beg the demon, plead for him to remember him. What they had. He wanted to tell him that he always had a place in Odd's heart. That Odd loved him.
"You're always so busy.. And you're here right now.. Let me treat you to a week off. Claim its work, relax..."
Odd didn't like running away from things, but sometimes it had to be done. Usually he ran at things head first, but this time, he had other people to consider. Heaven and Hell had come up with a condition for his baby, they had to share control of monitoring it to make sure nothing unusual happened... And that Odd couldn't go about spreading word of it. Not even to Crowley.
It was easier to run off than it was to lie to his new found demon. So he moved to a quaint little town where he was a single father. It was all good until he heard movement in the house. His first thought was to check on his baby Audrey. He rushed into the room to find a dark shape standing over the crib.
@resident-unemployed-demon. It can go either way so it can be used for the other prompt too later on.
It had taken a rather long time after his initial arrival to find out that he was in fact NOT crazy when thinking to himself that someone had disappeared. Crowley did not keep track of every single demon he encountered, in fact, he mostly went through life without getting to know any of the people he came across. Often, he was stuck in his own little world. He'd been like this for as long as he could remember, which... wasn't very long.
His fall hadn't been too long ago, and no matter how hard he tried to remember how it even got this far, it never ended in anything productive. His only proper recollection was of a meeting with Gabriel... something hot burning on his cheek. A declaration, no, a scream, and then solemn acceptance, right before the fire and brimstone greeted him down below.
Now, he spent his time alone, doing a job about as thankless as any other, and yet... he'd hoped to find some sort of hope when he laid eyes on another lonely demon. They were an odd one, that was for sure, cat like, always on their toes, skittish even, yet so eerily familiar that the snake demon couldn't help but feel drawn to them. Like a moth to the flame, he had followed their scent all throughout hell and up to Earth.
He wasn't supposed to be here, no, but the day Crowley took orders without his own agenda, would be the day he died. And so, Crowley had followed the demon to a small town near the sea. The air here was thinner than most places he had been, but it was nice.
Nice.
What a strange word.
It meant so much, yet so little at the same time. So did the little movement in the crib the demon was staring down at. He'd been watching the tiny thing wriggle inside of it for hours now. It was weird how enamoured he found himself by the miracle of life. It shouldn't really be all that wondrous to him any more, should it? How many lives had he seen born, how many created, how many snuffed out?
And yet... the tiny little beady eyes still filled him with a strange joy he could not describe. In fact, he was so distracted by it, that he did not hear the footsteps rapidly approaching the room, until it was too late.
Odd stood staring at that familiar face, a face that he knew very very well. It was the face of the angel that he had fallen for - In every way possible perhaps. He had taken the fall so that Raphael didn't need to, but also, he loved him. Even if this demon couldn't remember who he was.
But it was confusing to see Crowley stood there in the moonlight like a memory flickering in the back of his mind. His demon watching the baby like a... Well.. A new father looking at their child for the very first time.. Because that was exactly what it was.
"Crowley...?"
The footsteps stopped, and in their stead, a voice echoed through the room, breaking the quaint silence that had previously stirred all around him. The only sound that escaped his lips at first was a hushed breath, a nervous little hiss, as if he was ready to defend, to run away, a word of spite split down his tongue, only for all of it to fade away the moment he saw who the voice belonged to.
Of course, he'd come here to see them, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to run into Odd, but somehow... the actual sight of them took him out for just long enough to lose any thought he could have had.
Golden-yellow eyes wandered from the crib all the way to the blonde demon in the door frame. Something about the way they looked like in the fading light of dusk made the snake demon take a sharp breath. He could feel his heart skip a beat ever so fervently, before finally finding his voice.
"Sorry, no warning this time." was all he managed to say at first, his hands still curled around the crib.
"Who is she?" he asked quietly, his gaze once more focusing on the child. He'd never been sure why the innocence of newborn life drew him in so much. Especially now, as a demon, he really shouldn't care all that much, should he? It would definitely for the better if he didn't, but... looking at her, Crowley couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... responsibility.
"Is she yours? Is she why you ran?"
Odd stood awkwardly as he thought of the words he could say. He could have lied, told the demon that it was just a job that would eventually draw to an end. He could have said a lot of things. But he couldn't bring himself to.
It felt wrong to lie to Crowley about this. Even if that was the only option he was allowed to do.
He just held his breath and nodded, although words slowly caught up. "She is mine... And yes.. Wanted her far away from both Hell and Heaven."
"I see."
The demon's voice faltered ever so slightly as he spoke. Finding the right words to say had never been this strangely complicated.
Why?
There was no reason to be upset. Nothing would justify being emotional at all. Not that Crowley was emotional often, at least not outwardly. Some could call this a flaw, considering the depiction of many demons being so full of rage and spite all the time. But at this moment, Crowley did not feel any rage, no, if anything... it was melancholy that drowned the thoughts inside his head and pulled his gaze away from the other demon and out the window.
"It's beautiful here." he said quietly, observing the waves crashing against rock and sand. He could smell the salt water even from here, a distinct smell he'd experienced many times before... but today, it felt especially overpowering, spreading a sense of déjà vu that made him sick to the stomach.
"A nice place to raise a child. Even if it's... a life on the run. It might be better than whatever life she could have had somewhere else."
There was an intense desire to question the other demon. To ask them who this child belonged to beside him. But something held him back, a deep, uncomfortable feeling that sunk to his stomach and twisted it into knots.
Fear.
That's what it was.
Intense fear.
But of what?
Odd wandered in, but he felt like a deer in headlights. He picked up the baby and cuddled her close to his chest, before holding her out for the other demon to hold. He didn't know what he wanted, it wasn't like there was a magical way to bring back lost memories. He knew that this demon couldn't remember him... Or their daughter.
"It is beautiful.. I.. Her father and I used to come to this town a long long time ago. Always felt safe. Even if we were sneaking around... Do you want to hold her...?"
His body jerked as the child was quietly removed from the crib, hoisted up into the arms of their parent. It was a visual he'd never really expected to see, but it wasn't one he'd like to deny. It was... nice.
What a word. Awful, really, to have it used so much when it wasn't ever supposed to leave his lips. No. It really shouldn't, but looking at Odd like this, seeing the child... seeing them together like this... it... it hurt.
So, when they extended their arms to give him the child to hold, Crowley took a deep breath, which was immediately pushed out of his chest in a desperate attempt to suppress the surprise that hit him like a truck.
Him? Hold this child? Why would he entrust something like this to him? He shouldn't. No. This was wrong... so wrong.
So why did he readily hold up his hands to receive the tiny child?
"I... yes. I would."
Why did he say that? Why? WHY? He shouldn't. No. Stop.
"I'm.... sure her father wouldn't... appreciate this. Letting a stranger hold onto her. But. I've always liked children. Can't really put my finger on why. Got to be somethin' stupid, haha."
Crowley hoisted the child up into his arms and stepped toward the window.
"Ya see that, kid? The world out there? Pretty, isn't it? Make sure you get to see as much of it as ya can, before it's all gone."
The world going.. Yes.. The world was meant to end, a few hundred years in the future.. But for now, it was still at their fingertips. A flash of pain shot through the demon, what if Crowley never found out about his daughter before then? What if he never got to know her?
Odd tried to shake the thoughts from his head, no point worrying over the impossible. Crowley as he knew him was dead. Raphael was dead. At least, he might as well have been.
"Father isn't in the picture.. He was an angel and... Well.."
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Odd didn't like running away from things, but sometimes it had to be done. Usually he ran at things head first, but this time, he had other people to consider. Heaven and Hell had come up with a condition for his baby, they had to share control of monitoring it to make sure nothing unusual happened... And that Odd couldn't go about spreading word of it. Not even to Crowley.
It was easier to run off than it was to lie to his new found demon. So he moved to a quaint little town where he was a single father. It was all good until he heard movement in the house. His first thought was to check on his baby Audrey. He rushed into the room to find a dark shape standing over the crib.
@resident-unemployed-demon. It can go either way so it can be used for the other prompt too later on.
It had taken a rather long time after his initial arrival to find out that he was in fact NOT crazy when thinking to himself that someone had disappeared. Crowley did not keep track of every single demon he encountered, in fact, he mostly went through life without getting to know any of the people he came across. Often, he was stuck in his own little world. He'd been like this for as long as he could remember, which... wasn't very long.
His fall hadn't been too long ago, and no matter how hard he tried to remember how it even got this far, it never ended in anything productive. His only proper recollection was of a meeting with Gabriel... something hot burning on his cheek. A declaration, no, a scream, and then solemn acceptance, right before the fire and brimstone greeted him down below.
Now, he spent his time alone, doing a job about as thankless as any other, and yet... he'd hoped to find some sort of hope when he laid eyes on another lonely demon. They were an odd one, that was for sure, cat like, always on their toes, skittish even, yet so eerily familiar that the snake demon couldn't help but feel drawn to them. Like a moth to the flame, he had followed their scent all throughout hell and up to Earth.
He wasn't supposed to be here, no, but the day Crowley took orders without his own agenda, would be the day he died. And so, Crowley had followed the demon to a small town near the sea. The air here was thinner than most places he had been, but it was nice.
Nice.
What a strange word.
It meant so much, yet so little at the same time. So did the little movement in the crib the demon was staring down at. He'd been watching the tiny thing wriggle inside of it for hours now. It was weird how enamoured he found himself by the miracle of life. It shouldn't really be all that wondrous to him any more, should it? How many lives had he seen born, how many created, how many snuffed out?
And yet... the tiny little beady eyes still filled him with a strange joy he could not describe. In fact, he was so distracted by it, that he did not hear the footsteps rapidly approaching the room, until it was too late.
Odd stood staring at that familiar face, a face that he knew very very well. It was the face of the angel that he had fallen for - In every way possible perhaps. He had taken the fall so that Raphael didn't need to, but also, he loved him. Even if this demon couldn't remember who he was.
But it was confusing to see Crowley stood there in the moonlight like a memory flickering in the back of his mind. His demon watching the baby like a... Well.. A new father looking at their child for the very first time.. Because that was exactly what it was.
"Crowley...?"
The footsteps stopped, and in their stead, a voice echoed through the room, breaking the quaint silence that had previously stirred all around him. The only sound that escaped his lips at first was a hushed breath, a nervous little hiss, as if he was ready to defend, to run away, a word of spite split down his tongue, only for all of it to fade away the moment he saw who the voice belonged to.
Of course, he'd come here to see them, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to run into Odd, but somehow... the actual sight of them took him out for just long enough to lose any thought he could have had.
Golden-yellow eyes wandered from the crib all the way to the blonde demon in the door frame. Something about the way they looked like in the fading light of dusk made the snake demon take a sharp breath. He could feel his heart skip a beat ever so fervently, before finally finding his voice.
"Sorry, no warning this time." was all he managed to say at first, his hands still curled around the crib.
"Who is she?" he asked quietly, his gaze once more focusing on the child. He'd never been sure why the innocence of newborn life drew him in so much. Especially now, as a demon, he really shouldn't care all that much, should he? It would definitely for the better if he didn't, but... looking at her, Crowley couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... responsibility.
"Is she yours? Is she why you ran?"
Odd stood awkwardly as he thought of the words he could say. He could have lied, told the demon that it was just a job that would eventually draw to an end. He could have said a lot of things. But he couldn't bring himself to.
It felt wrong to lie to Crowley about this. Even if that was the only option he was allowed to do.
He just held his breath and nodded, although words slowly caught up. "She is mine... And yes.. Wanted her far away from both Hell and Heaven."
"I see."
The demon's voice faltered ever so slightly as he spoke. Finding the right words to say had never been this strangely complicated.
Why?
There was no reason to be upset. Nothing would justify being emotional at all. Not that Crowley was emotional often, at least not outwardly. Some could call this a flaw, considering the depiction of many demons being so full of rage and spite all the time. But at this moment, Crowley did not feel any rage, no, if anything... it was melancholy that drowned the thoughts inside his head and pulled his gaze away from the other demon and out the window.
"It's beautiful here." he said quietly, observing the waves crashing against rock and sand. He could smell the salt water even from here, a distinct smell he'd experienced many times before... but today, it felt especially overpowering, spreading a sense of déjà vu that made him sick to the stomach.
"A nice place to raise a child. Even if it's... a life on the run. It might be better than whatever life she could have had somewhere else."
There was an intense desire to question the other demon. To ask them who this child belonged to beside him. But something held him back, a deep, uncomfortable feeling that sunk to his stomach and twisted it into knots.
Fear.
That's what it was.
Intense fear.
But of what?
Odd wandered in, but he felt like a deer in headlights. He picked up the baby and cuddled her close to his chest, before holding her out for the other demon to hold. He didn't know what he wanted, it wasn't like there was a magical way to bring back lost memories. He knew that this demon couldn't remember him... Or their daughter.
"It is beautiful.. I.. Her father and I used to come to this town a long long time ago. Always felt safe. Even if we were sneaking around... Do you want to hold her...?"
Odd didn't like running away from things, but sometimes it had to be done. Usually he ran at things head first, but this time, he had other people to consider. Heaven and Hell had come up with a condition for his baby, they had to share control of monitoring it to make sure nothing unusual happened... And that Odd couldn't go about spreading word of it. Not even to Crowley.
It was easier to run off than it was to lie to his new found demon. So he moved to a quaint little town where he was a single father. It was all good until he heard movement in the house. His first thought was to check on his baby Audrey. He rushed into the room to find a dark shape standing over the crib.
@resident-unemployed-demon. It can go either way so it can be used for the other prompt too later on.
It had taken a rather long time after his initial arrival to find out that he was in fact NOT crazy when thinking to himself that someone had disappeared. Crowley did not keep track of every single demon he encountered, in fact, he mostly went through life without getting to know any of the people he came across. Often, he was stuck in his own little world. He'd been like this for as long as he could remember, which... wasn't very long.
His fall hadn't been too long ago, and no matter how hard he tried to remember how it even got this far, it never ended in anything productive. His only proper recollection was of a meeting with Gabriel... something hot burning on his cheek. A declaration, no, a scream, and then solemn acceptance, right before the fire and brimstone greeted him down below.
Now, he spent his time alone, doing a job about as thankless as any other, and yet... he'd hoped to find some sort of hope when he laid eyes on another lonely demon. They were an odd one, that was for sure, cat like, always on their toes, skittish even, yet so eerily familiar that the snake demon couldn't help but feel drawn to them. Like a moth to the flame, he had followed their scent all throughout hell and up to Earth.
He wasn't supposed to be here, no, but the day Crowley took orders without his own agenda, would be the day he died. And so, Crowley had followed the demon to a small town near the sea. The air here was thinner than most places he had been, but it was nice.
Nice.
What a strange word.
It meant so much, yet so little at the same time. So did the little movement in the crib the demon was staring down at. He'd been watching the tiny thing wriggle inside of it for hours now. It was weird how enamoured he found himself by the miracle of life. It shouldn't really be all that wondrous to him any more, should it? How many lives had he seen born, how many created, how many snuffed out?
And yet... the tiny little beady eyes still filled him with a strange joy he could not describe. In fact, he was so distracted by it, that he did not hear the footsteps rapidly approaching the room, until it was too late.
Odd stood staring at that familiar face, a face that he knew very very well. It was the face of the angel that he had fallen for - In every way possible perhaps. He had taken the fall so that Raphael didn't need to, but also, he loved him. Even if this demon couldn't remember who he was.
But it was confusing to see Crowley stood there in the moonlight like a memory flickering in the back of his mind. His demon watching the baby like a... Well.. A new father looking at their child for the very first time.. Because that was exactly what it was.
"Crowley...?"
The footsteps stopped, and in their stead, a voice echoed through the room, breaking the quaint silence that had previously stirred all around him. The only sound that escaped his lips at first was a hushed breath, a nervous little hiss, as if he was ready to defend, to run away, a word of spite split down his tongue, only for all of it to fade away the moment he saw who the voice belonged to.
Of course, he'd come here to see them, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to run into Odd, but somehow... the actual sight of them took him out for just long enough to lose any thought he could have had.
Golden-yellow eyes wandered from the crib all the way to the blonde demon in the door frame. Something about the way they looked like in the fading light of dusk made the snake demon take a sharp breath. He could feel his heart skip a beat ever so fervently, before finally finding his voice.
"Sorry, no warning this time." was all he managed to say at first, his hands still curled around the crib.
"Who is she?" he asked quietly, his gaze once more focusing on the child. He'd never been sure why the innocence of newborn life drew him in so much. Especially now, as a demon, he really shouldn't care all that much, should he? It would definitely for the better if he didn't, but... looking at her, Crowley couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... responsibility.
"Is she yours? Is she why you ran?"
Odd stood awkwardly as he thought of the words he could say. He could have lied, told the demon that it was just a job that would eventually draw to an end. He could have said a lot of things. But he couldn't bring himself to.
It felt wrong to lie to Crowley about this. Even if that was the only option he was allowed to do.
He just held his breath and nodded, although words slowly caught up. "She is mine... And yes.. Wanted her far away from both Hell and Heaven."
