11-26-2019, 05:51 AM
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Well, that wasn't wholly true. The whole ... thing with Hastur and Ligur had certainly cemented Aurum as somebody wholly safe, this was true. Crowley couldn't help but inherently trust the lion even past that, however. It was somewhat frustrating to the serval, but .. Aurum had showed it time and time again in the small ways, hadn't he?
Who the hell was this? Crowley knows her, he knows he must, but he can't place a name to her .. uh, voice. Crowley hasn't actually seen her face. The demon hadn't actually responded to Aurum's concerns about Crowley's injuries -- either a lack of willing, or he hadn't it processed it well enough, it was a mystery. .. It was mostly just a lack of willing or care, actually. But in the face of both Aurum nosing at him and Kiira's requests, Crowley awkwardly shifts away, balance wavering. Despite this, he seems to have enough in him to catch on to at least a portion of Aurum's words, and musters enough to half-glower at the lion. Cuddling. Crowley didn't cuddle. Undignified. .. Despite this, he doesn't otherwise shift away, so any venom that may be read from Crowley's gaze* is largely null.
*crowley couldn't manage a lot under normal circumstances, so ... y'know.
Oh, cold. The serval flinches at the touch of .. whatever Kiira is putting on his face with a soft sound, more because of the sharp flash of pain that he's been awarded with. The cold helped, too. Crowley wasn't too fond of the cold. Deep breaths -- why does he need them? Crowley didn't used to need to breathe. Doesn't matter. At least the pain is only on the physical side -- better than the leeching, burning thing. It's still .. ungrounding. Disgrounding? No, no no. Focus. Better to be fully here than ... not. .. Was the knife was still here? Nobody had taken it? .. No. It was still there, covered in mud. As it deserved. There were better things to fixate on, certainly, but there were only two real options, and Crowley knew better than to focus on points of contact, even half-delirious.
Who the hell was this? Crowley knows her, he knows he must, but he can't place a name to her .. uh, voice. Crowley hasn't actually seen her face. The demon hadn't actually responded to Aurum's concerns about Crowley's injuries -- either a lack of willing, or he hadn't it processed it well enough, it was a mystery. .. It was mostly just a lack of willing or care, actually. But in the face of both Aurum nosing at him and Kiira's requests, Crowley awkwardly shifts away, balance wavering. Despite this, he seems to have enough in him to catch on to at least a portion of Aurum's words, and musters enough to half-glower at the lion. Cuddling. Crowley didn't cuddle. Undignified. .. Despite this, he doesn't otherwise shift away, so any venom that may be read from Crowley's gaze* is largely null.
*crowley couldn't manage a lot under normal circumstances, so ... y'know.
Oh, cold. The serval flinches at the touch of .. whatever Kiira is putting on his face with a soft sound, more because of the sharp flash of pain that he's been awarded with. The cold helped, too. Crowley wasn't too fond of the cold. Deep breaths -- why does he need them? Crowley didn't used to need to breathe. Doesn't matter. At least the pain is only on the physical side -- better than the leeching, burning thing. It's still .. ungrounding. Disgrounding? No, no no. Focus. Better to be fully here than ... not. .. Was the knife was still here? Nobody had taken it? .. No. It was still there, covered in mud. As it deserved. There were better things to fixate on, certainly, but there were only two real options, and Crowley knew better than to focus on points of contact, even half-delirious.
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