#memerp

Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

creepy location meme [totally accepting]

1. an uncomfortably quiet gas station.

Why in Heaven, Hell, or on Earth Crowley wanted to meet at this disgusting excuse for a human rest-stop area (which was saying something; Hell was pretty bad too) was beyond Beelzebub. It was like being stuck in some sort of horror novel by that one author -- what was his name? King? -- and being explicitly aware of being stuck there as well. Beelzebub had only read three of Mr. King’s novels, but she still knew a human-horror situation when she saw one.

In the time it was taking him to meet her there, the rather large and unsettling human behind the counter had looked her human form up and down three times, to which Bee responded with a straight face, a flip of a coin for the tea she bought, and a quick exit. Truthfully, she wanted to set the place ablaze and wait a bit down the road, but it would cause too much of a fuss at the current moment. With a snap of her fingers, she set it in motion for whenever she was to leave the premises. 

Crowley’s yellow eyes narrowed in disbelief. “You do realise that being able to get into someone’s bed with them is like the 101 on how temptation works?”, he said, “I mean, it is like a cornerstone of our work. How do you not know this?” Crowley of course had done his work in tempting people. Maybe not to the extent that Hell required him to, but then they never checked on him. And humanity seemed its own worst enemy. Crowley only ever had tempted people so he had finish the bare minimum of his job.

Feeling Beelzebub lean closer, holding onto his neck and caressing his scalp, he rose a brow when she demanded that he showed her. Crowley rose a hand and grabbed Beelzebub’s shirt collar. He rose half and made sure she tilted backwards, almost slipping of his lap. However his other arm snaked itself behind her waist, keeping her securily on his lap.

Crowley gave her an idle smirk. “Your wish is my command, Beeze.” He rose her chin with his right hand and brushed a thumb accross her lips, once, twice. Before the demon leaned forwards and pressed his mouth against her own. His own arms roamed over her back, wrapping around her like an anaconda around her prey.

“If you’re going to chastizzzze me about what I have and haven’t done before then I am zzzertain I can find entertainment elzzewhere,” Bee snapped, her nails all but digging into the back of Crowley’s head. 

Beelzebub could tempt, yes, but had never done tempting that required getting anyone into bed. Temptation 101, as Crowley had said, was not the same for her. Her sort of temptation showed itself in waves of creepy-crawly insects, or buzzes that were actually sinister whispers in someone’s ear. No, she moreso worked with the thrum of anger in a person, which paired very well with the sound of the busy fly or bee, and she took that and manipulated it until someone was, if all worked out right, dead. 

The bedroom was not her forte.

Suffice to say this was interesting territory for Beelzebub; when Crowley wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, the roughness of it all ignited a new flame in her for the time being, and that flame had nothing to do with anything or anyone else but Crowley. The traitorous demon was not why she was here, but he’d been the only one she knew to seek out, and close quarters alongside surprisingly calming and enjoyable conversation led to... well, this.

Aura looked over at his apprentice with a raised eyebrow. They’d just gone after, and had subsequently obliterated, a nest of gravelings, small undead creatures that, whilst not terribly scary on their own, were quite dangerous in packs. Right now, they were on the train back to Las Pegasus (Ground quarters) to turn in said bounty.

“Probably because they are,” He replied bluntly, keeping his accent carefully under wraps. Too many ponies on this train, “Your wife and son left, and do not keep in contact, you were drowning yourself in bars, and you had a bad attitude, which is why you had no job.”

Never let it be said that Aura was diplomatic. Because he wasn’t.