#krowlei

lilith's attention is gravity ; she never quite learned how to resist it. fingers remain half-curled when she stills - feeling the other's grasp against skin as she catches her, keeping the hand close. that daring touch still echoing loud.

ruby can feel her own pulse, oh, it's real ─ it reminds her that this body is nothing more than a borrowed, meaningless thing. and yet lilith treats it like it matters. and for her, for lilith, she would burn every form she has ever worn. ' you know me. ' demon murmurs, ' always. ' dark hues drop to lips ghosting across dermis. and it nearly makes her shiver. so she lets her hand stay caught.

' y'like the meatsuit ? '

6. what’s your “comfort trope” that you always fall back on?

8. what’s a piece of advice you’d give to your past self as a roleplayer?

unusual mun questions!

1. what’s a small writing quirk you have that no one would notice unless you told them?

i do things in threes. ... !!! ??? my spaces are either 3 or 6 or at the most 9, i'll list three examples of something anything that's multiples, has to be in threes.

6. what’s your “comfort trope” that you always fall back on?

pining. i LOVE pining. there's something about reaching for a love you aren't sure is there for you that always has some sort of cathartic feeling toward me. it's one of my favorite things to write out.

8. what’s a piece of advice you’d give to your past self as a roleplayer?

Each word from the crossroads king lands on the figurative scale, truth weighed against convenient lie. Strategist versus strategist; one could liken each conversation to a game of chess. Yet here Crowley speaks of landing on one spot in lieu of running away... while on the grounds of two realms. Cain's brows crease under contemplation's weight, the same resulting in a fleeting scowl. " Then where do you stand, exactly? I see a ruler of hell and a hunter's apprentice both wrapped up in the same silk suit. " To utilize adorned wording.

" Despite our rebellious efforts, all that we ever will be ", he now speaks inclusive, not ignorant toward his own nature and running attempts therefrom. " Is what Lucifer made us into. " Demons. Foul things. " The only difference being that I managed to forsake my old position here in hell. "

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of course he didn't want to lie. not to her - no, never, to her. half his soul, half his heart. finding jessica moore had been like finding treasure - no, like finding a miracle. an anchor into a normal world, into a better life, keeping him grounded and steady even when his memories and dreams threaten to tip him over.

@krowlei // continued from here !!

wisdom is skepticism. alastair's very nature dictated that he learned to see a facade for what it was and to be able to peel those layers away, slice them bit by bit until he uncovered the raw meat that held it all together. a charm like crowley's felt like a delicate shield — a necessary pride to keep his head above water ( but what good was that if the water began to boil? ).

he's confident that the other demon has high aspirations and alastair would agree that it would always be better on the top rung than crawling on the bottom. but aspirations without loyalty is what concerns him. would that straight back bend for lucifer? ❝ no? here i thought a deal-maker like yourself enjoyed riddles. ❞ he smiles, but acknowledges him with amused suspicion. ❝ let me see — what about playing both sides? is that a little more familiar? ❞

@krowlei in response to Asmodeus

' don't. ' word falls flat from his mouth. dry. and almost too quick. eyes lingering on that immaculate suit the demon wears so well ; nothing but a careful curation meant to distract from the rot that lies beneath.

castiel drags his glare away from him, refocusing on the task at hand before choosing to speak again ─ lips separating, and his voice is calm. almost bored. ' don't mistake it for anything other than an unpleasant observation. '