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1Caecilia  	(okay!)
2  	(where would be best?)
3??????? ?. ???????  	(( Anywhere in London that you'd like to get your character started - Crowley is very flexible when it comes to putting him places :P ))
4  	(( We usually like to play at a bookshop, which is owned by an angel. The shop is for rare editions - so if your character likes to read, perhaps she would be searching for a special specific book. Or, if she likes coffee or pastries? Theres a cafes or bakerys. Theres parks, with ponds and ducks. Whatever you can think of. :) ))
5Caecilia  	The warmth in of the setting sun would lay through the glass windows and onto the girl's delicate features. The young witch was lost in a book, a note made that no matter what changed over her slumber of the millennium, she still very much so loved a good story. Flipping the page, she tucked a strand of curled, platinum blonde hair behind her ear and looked at the person at the register again..Something about this person, she could sense. But... Just couldn't identify exactly what it was. The witch knew nothing of Christianity just yet, as she was a Nordic witch that had been asleep for a thousand years. Gently running her fingers over the scar in the middle of her collarbone, she frowned and held the book close.
6??????? ?. ???????  	The night before this was long, draining, and left Crowley in a mood where he just wanted to continue sleeping for a week. This was probably the reason why he stayed behind to sleep at the book shop instead of going home that night, because there was no motivation like waking up -- only to actually leave. By the time Crowley actually did wake up, the sun was already beginning to set, which was perfect because by the time he made it home, he'd be going right back to sleep. It's not that Crowley needed rest at all. But he more so just enjoyed it. He had every intention of leaving that bookshop - making his way through the antique store, passing up a few humans who w 
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8ere reading, and headed towards the door. But there was one woman who he passed which made his stride slow down to a pause. From behind dark tinted sunglasses, Crowley's eyes squinted and his nose poked into the air just a little as he sniffed ---something. It was like walking into a familiar place, knowing where exactly everything *should* be, but then realizing something was a little bit out of place. This is how he looked. Without moving from the door, he turned his head away from the exit to look over towards something that smelled --- off. Well, unusual. It was a girl. A blond who stood reading a book. It wasnt that she was reading a book that was strange. Ob 
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10vioulsly, because they were in a bookshop. But because of the energy she placed, which wasnt like a normal humans. Crowley wasn't so cautious as he was more so curious. By natrue, actually, he was curious - and it's not like he had anything else to do. He approached the woman slowly. It looked like he was just 'looking around' at other books as he circled her. His eyes peeked over her shoulder to see which book she was reading, and then he turned towards her, and stopped. "Good book?" He asked, peering over onto the pages from a short distance. Crowley was good at intruding into personal place without getting uncomfortably close, "Don't think I've read that one."
11Caecilia  	"Good book?" Cäecilia gasped, blinking and turning quickly, taking a moment to collect herself, hand over her heart as she blushed from embarrassment of the scare."By Gods, you scared me.. I'm sorry..." She looked down for a moment, curls falling over her shoulders as she bit her lip. "Uhm...y-yes...Yes it is.." Something was off about him too...Something..Darker. Strange...What was he?
12??????? ?. ???????  	Deleted by Anthony Crowley; only visible to room staff.
13  	"Whats it about?" Crowley asked, walking around to her side to stand next to her. One brow lifted over his eye, and his head tilted a bit towards the book that was in her hands to read what was on the page.
14Corvinus  	Tapping sounds at one of the windows, revealing a raven pecking at the glass. A black tongue licks at the window, wings flutter as he tries to get attention. Corvinus hops left to right, an echoing caw leaving him. Feet march from side to side on the windowsill, head bouncing as he makes a complete fool of himself for the hell of it.
15Caecilia  	Taking a moment to glance closely at him, she squinted a little. That something about him, she could feel it... And the start of this invisible lining started with the eyes... Which must be why they were covered. Using her power for a boost, she lifted her chin and sent the waves of energy to him to see for herself what he was hiding. It wasn't blatantly visible, but she was beginning to see the slit in the yellow, red surrounding the Iris in a thin lining... "Like a serpent...." She muttered aloud in note, gasping softly as she caught herself. "I-I mean....Uhm.... It's really about a rich man.. who is fictionally a disturbed, and...demented psychotic human being... Schizophrenic, maybe?" The title was American Psycho.
16azιrapнale  	There was one thing about getting too plastered in a body that could feel it(especially when one was afraid to sober up), the moment that you forget to sober up before resting your head. Whenever Aziraphale did wake from his stupor, the aching grind against the inside of his skull instantly reminded him of the night before. "You would forget, wouldn't you?" He shamed himself. At least he'd made it up to those spiral stairs, manually- magic while drunk was generally a bad idea. The groans from an angel stewing in his own mistakes would typically be music to demonic forces. Right now, it's pleasantly occupying him the conversations from the previous evening. In his shirt, vest unbuttoned, the celestial looked at himself in the ar 
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18ea magically cut off from the rest of the shop. He rolled his eyes at himself and reluctantly looked back to himself before internally forcing the rest of any alcohol left in the body out of his system. What was left was a blonde, chubby Principle disappointed in himself, not only for his looks at the moment, which he soon very quickly snapped into a better presentation. Clean shaven, clothes clean, a light sweater in a beige, he felt that he could at least face the humans he'd been neglecting. He'd have to open the shop of course. Apparently, it'd been opened....by who? Only God Herself knew, so needless to say that when Aziraphale made his way down the spiral staircase and out of the more organized room to step into a very open booksho 
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20p, brunette brow knitted in confusion as he stepped through. "Oh...How...." Surely, in his drunkenness, in the early hours, perhaps the being had opened the shop? "Oh my..." He'd go on trying to get into the midday routine. An antique bookshop, mainly his collectibles he'd hoarded over the centuries didn't appraise themselves! It was then he saw or rather heard Corvinus at the window. The look on the angel's face was...nothing less that judgemental. The boy was licking the windows! "Eck," he quietly groaned in, looking away for a moment. He had to be...challenged. Perhaps a sort of deficiency from not eating well. His hands gestured to the door where the boy would use it...like a person...who didn't like the windows of bookshops in SOHO.
21Corvinus  	((Don't judge him, angel face! He's being cute.))
22azιrapнale  	((Angel face? *adjusts his tartan collar*))
23  	((He's also licking windows.))
24Corvinus  	((It's just a window!))
25azιrapнale  	media1.tenor.com ))
26??????? ?. ???????  	The girl looked up to him, and he, down to her. But only after felt her eyes on him, trying to look past the glasses which surrounded his vision. The expression on his face was a simple one, he was interested in ...something. Brows high, mouth frowning, he nodded his head to the side a bit. Like a serpent? "The man in the book?" He questioned - redirecting her attention back to the book instead of his eyes, noticing the words on the pages to be a bit...wobbly as he looked back down to them again, and squinted a little more "Ah!" he said abruptly, " I see now why you've been attracted to this book!" His arm swung around from behind his back and plucked the book right out of her hands. He held it in his, and started to flip through its pages. He squinted a bit, finding out something in secret. This book was only disguised to look like American Psycho- but it wasn't. There was no way that the a 
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28ngel would keep such a basic book in his shop. As Crowley flipped through, he could feel there was something incredibly -heavy- about it. A spell? He wondered to himself. "Boring," He blurted, "book." Then turned, reaching high up, and set it on a shelf somewhere high out of the girls reach. The truth about this book is that it was actually a VERY rare, and only one of two copies of : "Invicctus Prodigium - the Incantations of the Sisterhood of the Southeast Coven of Dumas". The book, even though Crowley could not see it himself, knew just by touching the book that it was only a RUSE, a cover, a fake to look like something that it was not. This was how a lot of the books were in this shop: so people were not inclined to buy them. It was apparent that the angel, Aziraphale, thought that the book 'Ameican Phycho' was indeed so boring that he did not think anyone would be interested enough to pic 
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30k it up. Which would allow him to keep the book for himself. And like any good friend would do - Crowley removed the book from even being considered. Just incase this strange smelling woman actually was enjoying it. Crowley heard a knocking at the window, and turned his head to look back at it. There was a bird there..licking a window? He lifted a brow, then looked towards Aziraphale who also noticed this. He gave the angel a look like, 'Is that Corvinus? Why is he this way?' Then looked back to the woman who was at his side. "Can I tempt you to a coffee?" He asked the girl. Crowley, from the beginning, was very ready to be out of this bookstore. He would like come fresh air, and perhaps a drink. "I need to make a small errand down the street if you'd like to join me." And also- to get her out of the bookshop so she wouldn't buy anything. Aziraphale could tank him later for this very small favor.
31Corvinus  	A foot plops against the window as Aziraphale gestures towards the door and he tilts his head, regarding the angel curiously. How exactly was Corvinus going to open the door with his tiny feet exactly? The raven hopped over to the door and and attempts to pull it open with all his might, wings flap as he attempts to use wind power. It opens just enough for him to dive in, rolling across the floor and back on to his feet. His whole body trembles as he shakes off the slight dizziness, he lifts his leg high and begins strutting across the carpet like he belongs there. A small silver thread clasped to his ankle, he flutters up on to a chair and chirps out a hello. He was absolutely hungover from last night, ashamed of his ambling rants about friendship and freedom. However, it was the former reason why he couldn't shift into his human form. He needed at least another hour to recover but hadn't wanted to stay in his nest any longer, he needed to get out and eat something.
32  	Breakfast had been provided by a nice old lady who liked to feed the birds, seeds and nuts with dried fruits. It hadn't been enough to destroy the terrible headache that had formed in the back of his mind, he gnaws at the edge of a table. "Hello! Hello!" He repeats in his bird-like fashion, Corvinus leans forward to open a book on the table with his foot.
33  	((Oh shit, it's Beelzebub.))
34???? ?? ?????  	( So it is~ )
35??????? ?. ???????  	(((( ooooooh.... oh.))))
36  	(( Lord Beelzebub.... What a -- welll... not really a pleasure, is it. ))
37???? ?? ?????  	( It never is, no. )
38Caecilia  	(Hello!)
39???? ?? ?????  	( *winces at the cheerful greeting.* Good evening. )
40azιrapнale  	When Crowley had mad eye contact with Aziraphale, the angel rose his hands. The bird was...quite strange. He could have opened the door with a snap, but there was a human in their midst. Not to mention the look from Crowley reminded him of the night before making him...a bit distracted. When Corvinus made his way inside((good lord, it's Beelzebub)) of the shop and up onto the chair. Aziraphale did notice that little bracelet on his ankle. "Please don't," he said aloud to the bird making a snack of his table. Holding out his hand, pinky ring in clear sight, he waved it over the bird, "Clean the mind and body." He prayed over his friend. This would actually clean his body, regardless of what form he was in. Good rest, then, I take it."
41  	((Um, err...good evening.))
42???? ?? ?????  	( Oh, it's you. )
43azιrapнale  	((Hello~ hehe, ahem.))
44Caecilia  	(sorry, had to translate. -_-)
45azιrapнale  	(( clears his throat awkwardly. Right then. Shouldn't expect a demon to have manners. ))
46??????? ?. ???????  	( Surely you weren't looking for a response, angel. )
47azιrapнale  	(( 66.media.tumblr.com (hover) ))
48  	(( on a very real note, I must depart for the evening. do take care ))
49??????? ?. ???????  	((goodnight Aziraphale !))
50  	Deleted by Anthony Crowley; only visible to room staff.
51???? ?? ?????  	( Hmf. )
52??????? ?. ???????  	Deleted by Anthony Crowley; only visible to room staff.
53  	Exists the bookshop - it seems the girl had other plans. Which was fine because Crowley had his own. What were they again? Oh yeah - to go home and... sleep. There could never be enough sleep. This time he thought that he might sleep for a few weeks. That sounded good. Crowley exited the bookshop. The streets were busy, but not too much. The evening bustle of nightlife in SoHo was just a bit too noisy, but all the while...very quiet all at the same time. The desire for coffee gone, and also company...gone. Well, sort of. He was reluctant to think that maybe he needed to get his mind off of things, which suddenly reminded him that he had plants at home at did not receive their daily care. He made his way over to the Bently which was across the street from the shop, parked in its usual spot. 
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55As he approached it, it unlocked, and he opened the door to sit inside. Again, it had been a very long night- and the day seemed to just skip on by. This wasn't a strange occurrence however, because he did sleep half of the hours away. And when you tend to sleep most of the day away- there are very little hours left by the end of it. The door shut, and for a moment, Crowley sat back against the leather seat. He took in a deep breath, then released it, contemplating ever drinking again. This was a thought had been rejected within the same instant. His eyes lowered to the dash of the car as he outstretched a lazy hand to the closest tape, and he picked it up to look at the art of the cover of the CD. Did it matter? Probably not. He pressed the tape into the car, and waited for the song to start.
56Corvinus  	The pain vanished so fast that Corvinus actually stumbled a bit, he puffs up until he looks like a ball of feathers. His foot lifts up to paw over his beak in thought but it was obvious who had done the deed. The bird trills sweetly and hops over to the edge of the table, he stretches up to his full length to tap the top of his head against Aziraphale's hand. A silent symbolic thank you but now, he had another problem to deal with. The Raven hops off the table and flutters off somewhere else out of sight. A ruffled dark haired man appears minutes later, attempting to look inconspicuous and not at all like he doesn't belong in this bookshop. He shuffles his feet forward, scrubbing his palm over an eye. A long shirt dangles from his slender shoulders while his too big pants slide across the floor. "Anyoung!" He greets with a toothy grin before shoving his hands into the pockets of his black coat. It seemed the angel had things to do and places to be which left Crowley.
57  	Corvinus slipped out of the bookshop after him and noted that the demon either hadn't noticed him yet or was pretending not to. He squats outside the door to the Bentley to peek over the door into the window and taps a black nail against the glass. "Crowley!" He cooed oh so sweetly. "Can I come with you?"
58??????? ?. ???????  	Deleted by Anthony Crowley; only visible to room staff.
59  	There was a small -tap tap tap- and then --"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?.."-- Bohemian Rhapsody, sung by Prince, started to play from the speakers of his car. Crowley's head rolled to the side to see where the tapping came from. His brows knitted behind sunglasses, and he sat up, looking out of the window to who, or what, was there tapping at it. He knew instantly 'who' upon looking, and was just relieved that Corvinus decided to not actually lick his window as a form of getting attention. This boy was strange and Crowley was starting to expect these types of things from the avian. All in all, it was good that Crowley was used to 'strange'. If Corvinus was any dirtier than he already was, he could possibly even pass for a demon straight from Hell. "Wh- what are you doing?" He asks behind glass, head shaking a bit in confusion. To Corvinus, these words would have come out silent due to the window being in the way. Crowley would go back and forth like this for a while, exchanging silent, clueless dialog until he finally decides to take the handle of the window and rolls it down, ---'Mama, oh oh!! (~anyway the wind blows~) I don't want to die! Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all!!!' -- "What is it?" asked Crowley again, speaking over the music, wondering what the bird was wanting now.
60Corvinus  	A hand cups his ear because he can't hear Crowley through the window but the music catches him off guard. In true Corvinus fashion, he hops back and shakes his coat with his hands, reminiscent of his wings when he's visibly startled. He leans forward, nearly hanging through the window to talk to the demon. The raven really hadn't wanted to go home already, he'd just gotten out of his apartment and couldn't really go back right now. There were teenagers inside the abandoned apartment, scary ones with bottles of alcohol and bad decisions! Who knew what they'd do if they found him up in apartment 34, they might throw rocks at him or worse! "Aziraphale is busy today." He offers a pout, eyes widening just slightly to give him an almost pleadingly pathetic look. "Can I come with you?" His hands clasp together under his chin and he offers a sweet smile. "Pretty please with a sprinkle of sin?" He pretends to sprinkle 'Sin' in the car. "I would have said strawberries but you know."
61??????? ?. ???????  	Aziraphale is busy today? " Mmh-- well--So am I!" Crowley quickly responded, lying. Why couldn't he be busy too? Well, he wasn't. At all. Crowley was annoyed mostly because he didn't actually have something to do now to back that up. And as Corvinus persisted, 'with a sprinkle of sin' Crowley just looked at the avian with a grimace on his face. "Do- don't. Don't do that," he shook his head disgustedly, embarrassed of the gesture when Corvinus started to sprinkle an imaginary dust ..or, someting, on his car. He looked away from the window and there was a slight pause. --'Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go! Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!! for me!! for meeeee!!'--- Crowley groaned, "Uugh-- fine. Just get in." He nodded his head towards the other side of his car, "I got something to do at home." This was half true, at least.
62Corvinus  	Deleted by Corvinus; only visible to room staff.
63??????? ?. ???????  	((Im 100% sure the bently doesnt have seatbelts xD))
64  	99%)
65Corvinus  	(( Oh god. I thought it had seatbelts. I thought all cars had seatbelts. HOLD ON.))
66??????? ?. ???????  	(( I just dont remember seeing them in HIS bently XD ))
67Corvinus  	There was a moment where the avian looked disappointed, he was going to shuffle himself away before Crowley spoke again. "Yeah?" Corvinus searches his face before pulling open the door and slipping in before he changes his mind. An intrusive thought enters his head, warning him that he may be too clingy but he waves it away by talking. That's how he manages to keep any of those pesky negative thoughts out of his feather brain head. "I promise I won't be a hassle and I'll let you do what you have to do." He reaches for the seat-belt and finds... nothing. Oh no! This was going to be terrifying, he knows all too well how the demon drives. He gazes sidelong at Crowley with an expectant grin, fingers drumming against his thighs. "I get to see your house? I'm excited." Two fingers raise, "What do you have to do? Can I help? We can get the work done twice as fast."
68??????? ?. ???????  	((ah yes, this seems like a more proper response lmao ))
69  	Crowley has known Corvinus for a bit now, enough to remember his name a least. But there's one thing that Crowley always forgets somehow about the young avian. How much he talks. 'I get to see your house? I'm excited. Can I help? We can get the work done twice as fast.' Crowley started to drive, pulling out of the parking spot and went straight head towards the destination. Five minutes wasn't much of a drive, and they got there in only two. But on the way there, Crowley actually thought about this. "Maybe." He responded after a while, "I just have some plants that need fed. otherwise--well, nothin'," he admitted while watching the road on his way towards his home in Mayfair. Soone enough, Crowley parked the Bentley, and got out of itright away. The music turned off, and he started to walk towards the gates of the apartment building. Once Corvinus exited the car, Crowley would have the doors lock behind him, then lead the way up to his flat.
70Corvinus  	"Oh." Corvinus can't seem to fathom why the demon would think he's busy if all he was going to do was water his plants. The idea of Crowley having house plants had never crossed his mind, he didn't really strike the raven as a nurturing type. That always seemed more like an Aziraphale thing, it's kind of cute though. The Bentley was starting to become a thing of terror for him, he had to admit that it wasn't his favorite thing in the world but if it meant hanging out with Crowley; he was willing to deal with the heart attack. He practically skips after his friend, staying just behind and slightly to the right. The avian always wondered how Crowley's flat would look, he had bets with himself over it. British rocker or dark dungeon? Maybe it was neither and it had sunshine filtering through the curtains with nice shiny decorations. That really didn't strike him as Crowley, however. "I'd show you my apartment but I'm not sure you'd want to see it. I think Aziraphale would faint."
71  	He offers a snorting laugh. "What kind of plants do you have? Do you have any flowers or are you more of a viney crawly person?"
72Caecilia  	Is back!)
73Corvinus  	(Welcome back!)
74??????? ?. ???????  	Fingers stuffed into the pockets of his tight black pants, Crowley casually saunters right along the walkway. "Something tells me I wouldnt want to see it either." He tells Corvinus bluntly, "Maybe some day." Inside the building was already an instant giveaway of how rich and luxurious, and insanely expensive this flat would be. Surely not many others could even afford this place. After a short elevator ride up, they'd get out on one of the upper floors. Everything was polished stone and marble, and Crowley even had a customed doorbuzzer, in shape of a golden snake, right outside his door. As he approached it, the doors would unlock. It could have been a system that sensed the owner near by, but it was possibly just magic. Inside Crowley's flat was nothing less than exquisite. It was a couple floors up, and had windows 
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76which had a view of the city outside. It was stylish, just like it's owner. Sleek and modern, and meticulously well-kept. It wasn't often Crowley had visitors. "Oh- just normal houseplants," he answered casually while opening the door. "Pothos, snake plants, phelodendrons, deliciosa, daracania," he went on as he walked in, and instantly took off his coat, tossing it to the side over a chair. The plants themselves werent instantly visible. What was visible first however was a window that looked out to a city. [[ referencing - It is the "epitome of style" , like all of Crowley's human effects, and "everything that a flat should be: spacious, white, elegantly furnished" and lit with "spotlights and white neon tubes". It has "that designer unlived-in look that only comes from not being lived in". It also has double glazing. T 
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78he flat contains a lounge, a kitchen, an office, a bedroom and a bathroom. The lounge has a "huge television, a white leather sofa, a video and laserdisc player, an ansaphone, two telephones , and a square matt black sound system" that lacks speakers but works nonetheless. It also holds his book collection, his houseplants, his CDs and his collection of Soul Music (all alphabetically organised). The Soul Music is "real Soul music. Minus James Brown. The kitchen's fridge is "always stocked with gourmet food that never expires" and it never has to be defrosted, "or even plugged in". The office has an unconnected fax machine and a "sleek" computer, which looks like "a Porsche with a screen" . The bedroom's beds are "always made". Crowley's only attempt at decorating his minimalist flat is a "framed drawing", which is the "car 
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80toon for the Mona Lisa, Leonardo da Vinci's original sketch", bought from the artist himself. i.e. - goodomenslexicon]] Crowley made his way over to the table in the center of the room, gabbing up a green water spritzer already filled, and made his way over towards the wall. He pushed the wall to the side and entered the next room over, where all the plants would be revealed in a very big room of their own, right before a long hallway which leads down into the kitchen. "Hungry?" He asked the Corvinus, "Help yourself to whats in the fridge." he pointed down that hallway. At the end of it was a statue of two angels fighting eachother. "I don't know whats in there, but I'm sure you can find something." Just as Corvinus had not expected, Crowley was indeed the nuturing type. If you could call taking care of plants nurturing.
81Corvinus  	"Probably not." He murmurs quietly, it really wasn't a place he could imagine anyone wanting to be. This place wasn't an apartment complex, it was a palace. If Corvinus had felt out of place at the bookshop or the restaurant, he seemed to feel utterly insignificant here. The door buzzer itself caught his attention, glittering golden serpent, absolutely beautiful. That was only the beginning of it, the inside was just as awe inspiring. Corvinus surveys the flat with interest, it's not at all how he'd imagined it. He'd imagined something with dark brick walls and black leather, something lived in. Everything seemed spotless, put in order perfectly which was both nice but also a little intimidating. His hands stayed in his pockets despite the urge to touch over the shiny surfaces of every single table in the flat. The avian immediately gravitates towards the window, gazing down on the town with a piqued interest.
82  	His wings unfolded from his body now that they were somewhere safe, he rubs hands over the back of his neck and gives a sigh. Despite his incorrect ideas on the flat, it fits Crowley perfectly. It was true what they said about personal spaces, they always seemed to reflect their owner much like a mirror. Corvinus immediately heads down the hallway where the demon pointed, he would never say no to a meal; he's not entirely sure when he'd get his next one. It's as if the fridge knew exactly what he wanted and he returns moments later with thinly sliced smoked tuna. "I like your home." He pipes up, popping a piece of fish between his lips. "Do you spend time here often or is it just a place to sleep at?" Corvinus licks his fingers clean as he struts around the room, gazing sidelong at the original sketch of Mona Lisa; his feet firmly planted in place. He can't seem to move away, it was far too exciting to know that he's even in the same room with the original. It's more magnificent than
83  	he could ever imagine. "You were amazing." The avian whispers under his breath to the painting, "A true inspiration to artists even now."
84??????? ?. ???????  	It seemed that Crowley had lost Corvinus's attention at the very first window. A brow lifted over an eye as he looked back at the bird who instantly relieved himself of his own wings from his back. There was space for it, so it was fine for Corvinus to stretch out there in the lounge if he wished. Despite how Corvinus felt, Crowley actually thought the bird, no matter if he was a bit dirty, somehow looked like he fit into this space rather well. While the raven went to go get himself food, Crowley begun to sprits his plants with a very appropriate amount of water. Moments later, the bird returned back into the room with him and the plants. 'Do you spend time here often?' asked Corvinus. "Not really," answered Crowley, spraying the leaves to one of the much larger plants 
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86in one of the corners of the room, close to a window. As he sprayed water over them, his eyes observed each and every leaf, looking over each one with great judgment upon his features. He was swearing to each one, threatening them on how they'd better be absolutely PERFECT, in the sights of the company. He would not be made a fool of. "It's a good place to sleep at the end of the day. Sometimes for weeks, if I want. Days. Months. But never too often." He allowed Corvinus to explore between the open rooms, then over hears him talking to the painting that was hung up on the wall. Well, the sketch of the painting. "Thats an original," He told Corvinus, "Got it from Leonardo himself. Gave it right to me," he added with pride, then turned back to sprits more plants with water.
87Corvinus  	That was a very strange way to talk to plants, Corvinus thought to himself, and the demon thought he was weird. It obviously must work because each piece of flora looked perfect, he couldn't see anything wrong with any of them with just a cursory glance. Each was as lovely as the next, better than the garden he'd often frequented nearby. "You don't want to be cooped up often? This place is beautiful. I never knew an apartment could look like this. I thought they were smaller and less... shiny." Another rolled up piece of tuna was shoved into his mouth but he stopped chewing when Crowley mentioned he'd received the sketch from the man himself. His eyes widened and he turns that bright stare towards the demon, feathers fluffing. "Really?" He chews quickly and swallows it down. "You got this from the Leonardo? What was he like? Oh, you have to tell me, Crowley!" The plate gently clinks against a nearby table so that he can approach on his toes, tilting his head to regard the elder.
88  	"Please?" He begs. "I bet he was amazing. Oh!" Corvinus sucks in a deep breath, the demon probably met many interesting people in his lifetime. Artists, musicians and all sorts of lovely people. "I can draw. I don't think I'd ever be on that level but I'm not terrible. I've drawn you and Aziraphale before."
89Hҽαʋҽɳ ۷ʂ ????  	Deleted by Heaven vs Hell; only visible to room staff.
90??????? ?. ???????  	((Continue tomorrow? :) I get home early and can write some before (and after) my night class. I should sleep now, however))
91Corvinus  	((Sure, I have no plans tomorrow and I'm all caught up on commissions! Sleep good!))
92??????? ?. ???????  	((awesome! And thank you! You too, when / if you do :P ))
93Corvinus  	((The Sandman will have to take me alive if he wants me to sleep!))
94??????? ?. ???????  	Of course Crowley hadn't talked to his plants out loud in this case like he would usually do. He kept to himself, mentally thrashing the plants into place, though it wasn't the same as yelling at them. Neither Corvinus or the plants themselves would be able to hear him unless they could read the demon's mind. Corvinus asked him about being cooped up, and Crowley set the water bottle down on the edge of a stone pot once he was done. "S' not about being cooped up," answered Crowley. "I've just got better things to be doing." He followed Corvinus back into the lounge and took a seat the table in the middle of the room. He leaned back and took off his sunglasses, placing them on the table infront of him. He let out a deep breath as he sat back. As Corvinus walked through the room, getting caught up by the Mona Lisa, Crowley listened to the requests to know more about it, and also, how Leonardo was as a person... "We 
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96ll, more like bought it from him," corrected Crowley. "We'd get drunk and go over recent sketches he did, and ones he needed to get to. He was..." he paused, "well, he was fine." He looked lazily off to the side towards the plate Corvinus set down. The demon had met many-a people in his day. Historical figures that we read about in books and know only by name. "Kind," he added, remembering, mumbling a little, "Italian. He even drew one of me, though I didn't keep that one. Seemed strange." It had been so many years since then. Crowley looked up towards Corvinus from the chair he sat in, wondering if the raven was actually any good at art. He claimed to have drawn him and Aziraphale, which made him wonder what it might look like. He tilted his head curiously, "Really?" he asked, "Is it any good?" For some reason, Crowley imagined Corvinus drawing pictures with his toes. Or in raven form, holding a pen within his beak.
97Corvinus  	"You used to get drunk with Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci?" The raven was in awe, absolutely enthralled in every word that left Crowley's lips as if he'd put a spell on the younger man. He was fine wasn't exactly what Corvinus had expected, he's certain it's better than bad but he'd anticipated more details. Habits or hilarious quirks, interesting facts. Kind was a good trait, he often hoped the people he'd admired were good people. There was nothing more disheartening than finding out a person you admired and loved turned out to be a horrible malicious individual. "Why wouldn't he draw you? You've got a face made for art and a presence that commands that respect." He fishes out his stolen cellphone and clicks through a few buttons, opening up the photo gallery that held his pictures. A lot of it was just interesting things he'd seen, blurry selfies of himself and then his apartment. He swipes through until he finds what he's looking for and offers it to the Crowley.
98  	The picture shows an entire wall of charcoal drawings in black and white, all blending together with different scenes and places as if the demon was looking at the ramblings of a madman in a mural. In reality, it was just the dreams that Corvinus had painted out on the dirty wall while he tried to make sense of them. Demonic monsters, burning buildings and darkened claws reach from the floor. Amidst the darkness were spots of light, laughing faces or romantic scenes; swirls of curling vines. The wall nearing the windows is where Crowley would finally spy the piece he was looking for, the images of himself and Aziraphale. They stood side by side, the outline of white and dark mixing together in a symbolic detailed background. A snake, a sword somehow framed them perfectly. Crowley lounged against the frame with an easy going air to him until the demon looked closer at his own expression, it seemed pained somehow.
99  	Aziraphale's image stood upright, hands against is lapels but despite his stiff posture; there was a softness to his eyes. "I don't usually just draw people. It's mostly what I see in my prophecies but I wanted to draw the two of you."
100  	(References for the art on the walls. I'm going to actually draw it eventually. farm9.staticflickr.com (hover) , studentartguide.com (hover) , itsnicethat.com And then, Crowley and Aziraphale are drawn similar to this. i.pinimg.com (hover) ))
101??????? ?. ???????  	Deleted by Anthony Crowley; only visible to room staff.
102  	"Yeaah--" Replied Crowley carelessly, like it was absolutely no big deal that he used to get drunk with da Vinci. It was easy to forget that these little details, like what kind of man da Vinci was, would be interesting for someone to hear beyond the time he was alive. The glimmer in Corvinus eye however reached Crowley, and it was almost like the raven asked him for more outwardly. Though, if anyone were to talk about a specific person in kindness, a demon may not be the best to ask, if one sought information on someone as kind and generous of heart, as Leonardo da Vinci. In truth, being around the man settled parts of Crowleys troubled soul as it would many others. He found that da Vinci brought out a kindness in himself which he would never dare talk of. But we must remember, there was a time and a place where Crowley was, and for reason. Especially in the old days. But all he w 
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104ould report was, "I thought I could persuade him to do some uncharacteristic deals. He loved music an' nature- settin birds free just to paint them in flight. It was science, really, which he also fancied. Oh! an' gargoyles. Oooh- did he love those." Crowley started to roll in reminiscence, and then said very simply, "Turns out.. he was homosexual, and had a real good hand at designing weapons. Which-" he lifted a finger to make a point, "was not at all praised at the time." He lifted his chin a bit, looking back to Corvinus. He always did enjoy hearing that he was good looking. It was almost worth the misunderstanding, "Oh no, he did paint me," he corrected. "Apparently, Leo thought those things as well," Crowley ended in a small smirk, ego slightly boosted. He watched as Corvinus fished for that phone, wondering to himself...did the raven end up keeping the stolen object? "Did you ke 
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106ep that?" asked Crowley, deciding his curiosity was too strong to ignore. Because if Corvinus did in fact decide to keep it - temptation successful. Just another thing to be proud of. If Corvinus would say yes, the demon would grin, and ask in a very kind tone, "don't you think whoever you took it from has been lookin for it?" he paused, "All around I bet." He sat forward in his chair just enough to reach for the phone once it was handed to him. He brought it to himself and sat back, looking over the screen. At first glance, there wasnt much of an expression. The serpents eyes remained as they were. It just looks like a bunch of black area on the wall, with details within the lines. He tried to widen the photo, using two fingers to zoom in and see the small details within the negative space. Suddenly...he felt there was a reason to visit Corvinus's apartment. His brows lifted a bit wit 
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108h a small tilt of his h ead. There it was, the interest. "These are---," he commented quietly as he moved his finger around the screen, scrolling across the art now that it was in view. It was like looking at a story within each and every photo. Crowley has seen so much art within his life, from magnificent painters, those forgotten and famous alike. With Corvinuss art - he felt like he knew every single person who had been singled out within their own frames, and the details behind every scene that was scribbled upon the wall. He stopped moving the screen once he finally saw the ones of him and Aziraphale. They were so impressive and so striking, It was like the faces were calling out to him."---very good." He nodded, paused, then looked back up to Corvinus. "How come you never told me you were an artist?" He reached the phone back out to return it,"The one of Aziraphale is spot on."
109Corvinus  	Gargoyles? That was an unknown little tidbit but it made sense. Gargoyles were said to frighten off and protect those that it guards, such as a church, from any evil or harmful spirits. Who wouldn't want a gargoyle nearby in case something bad happened? His delicate chin settles into the palm of his hand, the blackened fingernails and fingers now made so much sense. All those charcoal drawings meant he'd get covered in it, it was a miracle that he managed to keep his face clean at all. When asked about the phone, Corvinus' cheeks heated with guilt and he glances towards his hands. "Uh... yes. I couldn't call you if I didn't have the phone and I found there was a camera on it. I wanted to take pictures and I already had it so I figured I'd just keep it." Lips purse as Crowley pointed out that the owner may be looking for it, "I mean, she could get herself another one, right? Humans are always replacing their old phones for newer shinier ones."
110  	His teeth scrape over his lower lip while he watches Crowley's face, idly trying to read his features. It's difficult to read him, either of them. Angels and demons were far too good at hiding their emotions. The images flowed into one another, some even taking up another little square of someone else's life as if they were connected by some bigger thread. "All of the walls in the apartment are covered like this." He mentions, "So is the floor and part of the ceiling." The avian would soon run out of room and have to find somewhere else to start his drawings, this wasn't the first apartment to be covered and would most likely not be the last of them. He perks at the compliment and what a compliment it was. Crowley had met many artists in his lifetime so good meant great in the raven's opinion. His shoulders hitch towards his ears in a gallant shrug when questioned on his secret, he had revealed so much about himself that he hadn't realized he'd never brought it up.
111  	He really didn't consider himself an artist, it was just to remember what he dreamed since his disconnect from the Umbra. "I draw them so I can remember." Corvinus lifts his leg and pulls up the pant leg to show the silver anklet around his ankle. "The Order put this on me to separate me from the Umbra so my prophecies are broken like shards of glass. So, I have to sketch them out so I can remember and then I can help." Even when he wasn't supposed to. "I drew you with an arrogant smirk at first but it didn't feel right."
112??????? ?. ???????  	Crowley looked over the birds leg as he lifted it, eyes ultimately falling upon the ankle with the , what looked like a shackle around it. "...do you want that there?" Asked Crowley, looking back towards the avians face with a curious furrow in his brow.
113  	((be back soon after class! Today has been a long day, .))
114Corvinus  	((Okay, be safe!))
115  	"No." Corvinus answers it honestly, "I can't remove it though. If I try, I get shocked and no tools can break it. None that I've found anyway, it's stuck there." He sets his leg back down on the ground and shovels another piece of tuna into his mouth. "The Elder deemed me unworthy of my gifts so..." A hand gestures to his ankle, "Chained. It could have been worse. I did break their biggest rule after all. They could have clipped my wings." His body leans forward, hands patting against his knees. "Enough about me! Tell me more about who you've met and what you've done over the years. I bet you've seen all kinds of beautiful places and people. What was it like?"
116??????? ?. ???????  	((mobile for a little bit))
117Corvinus  	((Okey doke~))
118??????? ?. ???????  	As Corvinus places his leg back down, Crolweys eyes follow the silver before they look back up to the avians face. It would break their biggest rule? He thought to himself. He could possibly piss off an entire order...?..hm. The demon was in his head, and for once, Corvinus wanted to change the topic of the subject. It was true, Crolwey had lived through many eras, met many people. He had many stories. But he didn't even consider this. "Maybe I could remove it?" Crowley brought up casually, redirecting the conversation backwards. "It would be gone in a second." He said this like it would be simple, voice light and thoughtful.
119  	Autocorrect is funny.))
120Corvinus  	((Aww, did I miss a funny autocorrect moment. ; ; ))
121??????? ?. ???????  	(( (covering my ass before it happens xD also the constant name changes)))
122Corvinus  	(( XD I can't wait.))
123  	Dark brows furrow a cautious gaze, Corvinus would have normally pounced on the idea of freedom but nothing truly comes for free. Demons never did anything selflessly and that is exactly what his handsome new friend was, a demon. He'd seen first hand how crafty and mischievous the serpent could be during their Truth or Dare game. He shifts in his seat and flicks a glance from his anklet back towards Crowley. "Why?" A black tongue wets over his lips as he leans forward towards the demon, "Why would you want to?"
124??????? ?. ???????  	Cowley noticed the worried look upon Corvinus's face. "Well just because I CAN, really." The side if his lip lifted over his teeth a little, searching for more of an answer, "--- A favor?" he questioned, coming up with some bullshit substance for the offer, " To neww friends an' all that," it was a simple explanation. In the end, he felt the outcome might be way more effective, but there was only one way to find out. "Just between you an' me. If you'd like, I could make up a reason. But there isn't a need for one, really."
125Corvinus  	"Really?" That was all Crowley needed to say for the avian to believe him, he lifts his leg in the air. "Let's see if you can do it then! I'd love to have this thing off." There was some worry that it would hurt but freedom could hurt, he'd deal with it. "If I can have my full powers back, oh man. You don't even know! Actually, you should know something." He eyes the demon with a serious look, it ages him. "If you do break the binding, I might end up seeing something about you and Aziraphale's futures. I'm not sure if that could happen as we Corax have never been close to angels and demons before but it might."
126  	((Welcome, Huxley!))
127??????? ?. ???????  	Really? "Really." Crowley responded assuringly right after. The Corax's leg went back into the air, and right as it settled, his arm lifted from his side. Fingers snapped right towards the silver anklet- and broke the binded shackle from around the bounded birds ankle. At first it would shake, and rattle, and depending on how it was made, it would shatter- or open in its center , falling to the floor. However it would break, if it would break, Crowley would then sit forward in his seat and look him over expectantly. "Feel anything?" asked Crowley. What was interesting is that Corvinus could perhaps see futures. Not that Crowley needed that- but it for sure might come in handy some day.
128Corvinus  	Freedom came back like a rush of sweet wind under his wings, the link snapped back into place. Eyes widened and if Crowley was looking close enough, he could see something in those black eyes. Images flashed almost like a movie, colors blinked in and out of their inky darkness. It was as if Corvinus was frozen in time for a few seconds before he remembered how to breathe again, he gives a heavy sigh of joy. "Yes, I can feel the Umbra." His fingers rub over his face and down his neck, he squawks out a relieved laugh. "They're not going to be happy with you." The avian says but his smile shows he's grateful, being cutoff from the Umbra was like slowly suffocating. "I doubt they'll do anything about it but they won't be happy."
129??????? ?. ???????  	Crowley did indeed witness this entire process. It was an honor really, to add this type of deed to a list of things he had seen in his days on Earth. He could live a hundred years from now and say, ' I once released a Corax from it's bindings. Set him free, and brought anger upon his entire colony.' That was what he was hoping for anyways. Crowley watched the fingers stretch relief over his skin, up and down his neck. The sigh of joy, the squawk of relief, and the reveal of an unhappy bunch of birds who would most likely be headed his way. "oooh," He shook his head, sitting back a little. "Let 'em be mad. They'll get over it." Its not like they could do anything to him anyways, so he wasn't at all worried. And if Crowley needed to make a habbit of killing every raven that looked his way until they got the message- then so be it. Or wait- was this a reading from the future? Crowley grumbled a little, "What do they care anyways? They were basically done with you." As he sat back, his legs lifted and settled upon the table infront of him, crossing his feet at the ankles. He grinned a little, looking to the bird who seated close by in all of his retuned glory. "I'm not too worried - anyways! Now what? What else can you do?"
130Corvinus  	"I don't think you understand, Crowley. We don't forget, it's what we do." Corvinus chuckles, he doesn't have it in him to worry at the moment. He lifts his leg close to his chest with his hands, practically hugging the naked ankle to him. Years of being cut off and he was finally back, he'd be able to use these prophecies to better help those in need. Crowley may have pissed off the entire Order but he brought good things to those innocents that the raven would soon help. "What else can I do?" His head pops up to stare at the demon for a moment and he grins. "Oh, I can do this!" He falls off the chair but instead of hitting the floor, he disappears into the shadows. Seconds later, he pops up in a difference shadow as if he'd simply gone through a door. "I can also walk through the dreamscape and that includes other people's dreams but that's not really something I can show you." A finger taps against his cheek, "Or maybe I could take you with me sometime."
131??????? ?. ???????  	Crowley understood....after Corvinus put it into perspective. "Well--" he stumbled, "They needn't forget. They can be angry forever if they want. Too bad they couldn't do a thing about it. Makes it even better, if you ask me. An eternity of birds who can't let go of a grudge, about a demon who set one of them free. Sounds like jealousy if you ask me." Crowley was constantly justifying his deeds from the perspective of bad or evil - although of course, there was always a good side to that coin. Crowley hadn't even considered that. If he had, he would have made some type of deal. Perhaps it would have been even smarter if Crowley set circumstances - but it went to show that in the end, Crowley had actually truly done this...because he could. The demon paid attention, looking towards the raven expectantly. Corvinus took no time to stretch his wings, so to speak, and shown off instantly. He fell to the floor and disappeared into the shadows, then reappeared in another. Crowley's head tuned to the new direction, and his brows lifted in surprise. "You transported!" he blurted, impressed. What else? He wondered, and soon was answered. Corvinus had many powers that Crowley was not expecting. "Walk through peoples dreams?" He repeated, then asked rhetorically, "You serious?" He took a second to think this over..." What could you do with the information of someone elses dreams? And do you get to choose where you reappear within the shadows?"
132Corvinus  	"Yup! As long as I have direct line of sight for wherever I'm going, I can go there." Corvinus hops back on his chair, perching on the tips of his toes. "I can even appear in a shadow. It makes it easy for us Corax to get where we're going. Most of us prefer to fly though." It feels so good to finally be back into his power again. His hands flex and he wiggles as if stretching out entirely, his presence far more noticeable now that he's linked. "It can be difficult to navigate in someone else's dream cause it's not like walking a path. It's twisty and winding, often hard to get from place to place." He pauses and adds, "Kind of like walking through a Salvador Dalí painting." The avian walks his fingers along his palm and inhales deeply. "I suppose you could do a lot with the information you gained from someone's dreams or their nightmares. What they want, what they're afraid of. We use it mainly to understand what may come next in their lives and create a link to see their future."
133??????? ?. ???????  	"Wow, phew." He blew air through his lips and settled his head back to rest against the chair again. "You've got a lot going for you now." Crowley was going to remember every single part of this. As far as he was concerned, if he ever needed a favor from the Corax, he owed the demon one. He had no idea until now how much the boy was being held back. This ended up being a bigger favor, than it was a burden for anyone else. As is in the untold rulebook of creatures with powers, it would read 'All creatures with the ability to do so, and does so, must return the favor.' The whole, scratch my back, and I yours. Of course, this book didn't really exist. And even if it did, this ruleonly ever went one way with demons, usually leaving the one part unfufilled to its fair completion. It just took a lot of fancy word manipulation to make it sound right. In this case, however, Crowley actually did do the bird an actual favor. "In any case, I bet you're dying to get out an go...do your thing, eh?" He sat forward and lowered his feet from off the top of the table, then sat forward and stood up. "I for one have several hours of sleep to catch up on." Days, really. Crowley was still feeling very dragged down from the night before and to sleep it away for days fancied him plenty. He walked to the entrance of the apartment, then looked back to Corvinus. "I'll see you around, I'm guessing?" He lifted his hand to settle on the handle of the door, then opened it for Corvinus.
134Corvinus  	Corvinus already had a few things to do, his first stop was the Nest. He had planned on paying him back by destroying any notes on him and Aziraphale, something he's certain is in the archives. That Raven from the other night had told him as much, why else would he have been there; watching. If there's any mention of the two of them, it would be gone before the night was out. "Yes! Yes!" He repeats twice, something he does when he's excited or nervous. The avian follows him to the door and debates for a moment on hugging the demon, he thinks better of it... for now. "Thank you, Crowley." A chirp of happiness, he rocks back on his heels. "I'll see you later, okay?" There's a moment where he hesitates as if he wants to say more but changes his mind. "I'll call you or something. Corax's honor."
135??????? ?. ???????  	"Aagh... don't mention it," Crowley said as he lifts his free hand from his pocket and lazily swishes it through the air in dismissal. He was never worried about being thanked, though... he did like the appreciation. The snake waits, and watches. Noticing the hesitation within the boy. "Sure, call me. I'll pick up- probably. If I'm awake." He made no promise, unlike the Corax. "Bye now." He'd wait for Corvinus to remove himself, and then Crowley would shut the door-- but hesitate half way through, pausing a moment before he did all the way. "Oh, an just one last thing! Don't spy on me from the shadows. Or...in my dreams," he added, then nodded, "Alright, goodnight now." And then he shut the door.
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