#pompousarchivist

"AHHH!", Anna briefly screamed out, having lost her footing on the ladder. Fortunately for the young Queen, she managed to grab hold of the railing and keep herself upright. "Phew....that was a close one..."

Send "Come here, _____" to beckon my muse over to yours.

Unsurprisingly, Crowley doesn't budge. He's not in the habit of coming when called with one notable exception, especially when he doesn't know what he's being called over for in the first place.

On the other hand, few humans have fascinated him half as much as Jonathan Sims in a very long time.

He shifts a little where he's sitting, arm slung over the back of his seat and one ankle resting atop his knee, but at least his torso is turned towards Jon now.

' i did say you didn't have to come. ' the attendant had left the two of them in the room in search of fetching records, making for a very awkward trio of them and the corpse lying on the slab. while artifact storage had thrown a lot of strange and unsettling things at her in the few months she'd worked there, she'd managed to avoid being in the same room as a dead body for the most part.

The silence is what Blair was after. At least, sort of. He'd been after trying to freak this guy out, really, and he takes the silence as victory. He hums, softly, watching Jonathan closely, his smile growing as the silence does.

if this is from a meme I can't find it to link it sorry

"And yet you get nothing, right?" Crowley scoffed derisively, though it wasn't aimed at the human. He supposed if a certain angel were here, he'd have something to say about ineffability and the Great Plan and about how suffering can beget righteousness, or some other ridiculousness.

Well, Crowley had his own opinions about the so-called Great Plan, and he knew exactly where Heaven could stick it.