#prophecyfailed

“Someone is gonna die.”

The demon grumbled as he heard a combination of knocking and a ringing that was coming through and resounded rather loudly in the almost barren reaches of his flat. He didn’t have a lot of things that could buffer sound so the demon could hear it quite clearly as he tried to sleep. A golden eye had shot open and an annoyed sound rumbled up from his throat. Who in the hell could be knocking at his door at this hour? He didn’t have a very long list and he doubted it would be any of those.

Getting up the demon made himself look decent as he shoved the sunglasses on his face. His steps were slow and grouchy as another knock resounded through the flat and he could hear the shaking of leaves, the plants could tell he was grouchy at being woken up not on his own accord. Fingers snapped for lights to turn on as he made his way to the door.

“Alright, alright! I heard you the first damn time who in the hell do you think you are knocking at my door at this hour? Why I ought to-”

Crowley didn’t finish his angry ranting as he swung open the door. Who he saw there surprised him and he wasn’t sure if who he was seeing was really there. Now that couldn’t be possible... how did they find him? He hadn’t seen them since their birthday... before the not apocalypse...

“I- Warlock? How did you?- I mean-”

Crowley had a lot of questions but he supposed he could get to that later.

Toni: Restraining order.

At times like this, she didn’t feel like they were just twins. They were teammates. They were partners. They were two halves of the same spirit. And it was Good.

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“Why are you yelling in my general direction?” Not that she wasn’t paying attention to what was barked at her - ‘barked’ probably being an overstatement - The Vigilante wasn’t exactly being phased at their reasoning. Which seemed to be a constant these few weeks: her feeling nothing. That feeling she was attempting to not bring to anyone’s attention. 

poetry starters.   /   accepting.

the feeling that overcomes him is wholly maternal,   and he can feel his heart falling from his chest to shatter upon the floor at his feet.   never let it be said that crowley didn’t come to care for the child he’d helped raise for a time   –   because how could he not   ?   warlock had always been a sharp kid.   a bit spoiled,   yes,   but that trait tends to come with having a rich family   (   and it’s certainly not lessened by having a demonic nanny encouraging mischievous behavior   )   no matter the child.   and crowley’s always had a considerably un-demonic soft spot for kids.   it’s why he’d been the nanny,   despite being the one with greater experience with plants.

he knows harriet and thaddeus dowling hadn’t been the best parents.   somewhat absent,   always busy with something or another…   crowley had never been a child himself,   but in a way he doesn’t like to think about,   he thinks he can relate.   human lives are so fleeting to his immortal eyes,   and childhood even more so,   but time at the dowlings’ had seemed to slow down,   and despite the apocalypse on the horizon,   afternoons spent with warlock at the park or in the gardens had been the most peaceful crowley had had in a long time.

it takes a few long moments for her to find the words,   one impulse away from snapping her fingers and turning her jeans into a tweed skirt   (   though she decides better of it,   ultimately   )   ,   and when she does speak,   she’s adapted the soft voice she’d always used with them,   but something in it sounds as broken as the small smile she forces.

   “   i’m sorry,   dear,   ”   the endearment falls from her tongue before she can stop it,   so foreign outside her role as nanny antonia ashtoreth,   “   but i could only stay so long   –   children outgrow their old nannies,   don’t they   ?   ”

Admittedly the weather in the area was a bit nippy especially with the way the wind was. The day was nice and sunny and fall of colors turning with the cooler weather incoming. Sera had initially been unsure about coming along, the archangel having insisted with something along the lines of teaching them a few things. Now what that was they were unsure about but they thought they heard it was for romantic purposes. Well, they weren’t going to dwell on it too terribly much at the moment since they had been enjoying themselves. But the cold seemed to be chilling the humans around them and they had been watching the nice gestures a few did with outer layers of their clothing.

It would only be natural if they did the same right?

Sera hummed as they slid their jacket off their person before moving to slip the coat over Uriel’s shoulders. A soft look of contemplation on their features as they took a step back.

Zadkiel wasn’t too surprised to hear the door of the shop open. He’d been expecting a visitor, of course; just... not the visitor that had just walked in. “I’ll be out in a minute, dear, just finishing up in the greenhouse.”

As promised, a minute later, the angel stepped through an open door into the front shop, and froze upon seeing just who had come in.