#enduringcaptain

I approve of Daddy Crowley

michael, for a moment, resembled the angel equivalent of ‘did i fucking stutter?’ with a somber gaze that slowly faded back to emotional nothingness. “ adoptive, of course. for despite your biological particularities... ” - michael, you can say he’s an alien, you can do it - “ nephilims are strictly forbidden. ”

jack’s surprise wasn’t exactly unexpected, but michael thought his fondness - cold, he knew, knew too well how little he could actually express or convey - but still, he would have thought to have made the situation clear.

apparently not.

“ i have... a selection of children if you wish. with physical traits similar to ours. i know humans are peculiar when it comes to their descendants. ”

shut your face

The first time Abner sees his newly appointed charge ( he had always been a sentry, so even after centuries in the dungeon, it’s still a strange concept to him ), something in the child haunts him. It’s a look, a gleam Abner knows all too well. Not only the eyes of a soldier, but the eyes of one who has seen way too much already. He sees his soul too; it’s the first time since the dungeon his heart breaks. 

If he was already going to carry out his duty, it becomes suddenly more personal. This child brings back memories of an old friend, brings back a pain he’s well acquainted with and a bitterness of war the guardian doesn’t like. If he can’t intervene in the other’s life, he can protect him.

So he tries. 

When he’s outed the first time, Jack’s reaction is predictable. Abner saw it coming, so he takes the storm without flinching, letting to the other a chance to unwind, to curse, to punch his chest if he wants, making sure his angelic nature doesn’t break his fists if he ends up doing it.

Most humans don’t believe in God.He can’t really blame them.

The angels failed in protecting them, he knows that much, he remembers the mission that was given to them so long ago, which many forgot or ignored. He smiles in comprehension, and is patient, even if something he appears more scolding than he should.

It’s probably where he becomes more involved than a guardian angel should.

It’s probably why he doesn’t keep to the sidelines, watching.

Jack is much older when Abner refuses to see his charge die. It’s a demon. It’s not the normal course of action a human life should take. It’s not another human, it’s not an accident, it’s an evil Abner can fight physically. One he does fight. One he kills. Being a sentry doesn’t mean he never knew how to fight, but it’s been a while he did and if he is dirty in his fighting style sometimes, it doesn’t save him from a wound. 

 And when Jack cries, he just raises his hand to his cheek and smiles reassuringly. He won’t die ( he’s not entirely sure about that, but he’s trying to heal himself ), it’s alright. Everything will be alright. The angel doesn’t hold grudges. Jack’s lack of faith wouldn’t have kept him from protecting him. Seeing him alive and well, unharmed, it relieves him, calms him.

lumière, though not saying it, was grateful for the flat palms, more comfortable on his feet now that he knew he wouldn't randomly tumble on the ground. he was flexible, swift and agile, even despite the metal body, but still, an accident could so easily happen.

he was, however, slightly taken aback by the reaction. he was used to fear, to being thrown things, to screams or fainting. the other's apparent curiosity was actually... strange.

he looked down pensively at the thumb touching his coat, or rather the hard and cold sculpture of his coat, then looked back up.

Crowley had been stretching out on his bed when he heard whispers of the King roaming their halls. He never did that for no reason. Why else would the King of Hell walk among kennels and dirt? Crowley’s kennel was a bit less medieval, given he was able to perform the shift and preferred to sleep as civilised as possible.