#redconqueror

     “I suppose I should thank you for all the business you’ve given me over the years.” --- Shoulders twist away though eyes remain fixated, brow raised in delicate show of resilience. “Though I suppose I’ve been an agent of your designs within my own agenda.”

Crowley’s lips turn down at the next one even as he heaves his body upright, squinting to lock his gaze on his erstwhile companion. “Don’t fffffffffffffffffuck with War,” he warns, suddenly serious despite still being quite far from sober. “I don’t-- piss off any other horseman you like, they’ll keep it personal. War? Will make it a bloody international crisis. Vainglorious dickhead. If Wrath and Pride were ever to have had a child, War would’ve been that: glory-seeking, blood-hungry bastard that he is. Powerful, too. Just a--a NASTY piece of work, and no fun besides, even for the rest of us bloody fucking sadists. He’s grueling.”

“I wanted to come and see you. It’s been far too long.” She walked up to him and hugged him. Okay he might of not liked it but she did miss him. “We have a lot to catch up on.”

“Holy shit, what is that smell? Is that your cologne? It smells like you stuffed dead raccoons in your pants.”

           ❛ I harbor NO FEAR towards an entity whose power lies solely within a HUMAN ACCESSORY. I advise you not to fool yourself into thinking otherwise ---- save yourself the disappointment. ❜

“Why in the everloving fuck would anyone go here voluntarily anyways?” When a prisoner has been reported to him, he’d been inclined to believe it was a bad joke - the Shrine was in the middle of nowhere, even more abandoned than the Hissing Wastes, and yet.. the General stepped in front of their captive. An inquisition spy? Possibly. “Talk. You certainly didn’t just get lost on an afternoon walk.” 

“That was my last...- oh there it goes.”

‘’Things have changed for me.’’