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[aj_crawley]

*saunters in nonchalantly; there is a swagger to his walk that wasn't there before*

*collects bottle of wine from servete spell*

*lounges at a table with his feet propped on another chair*

Comments

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

I never touched him! He would have been high king!

My Lord, no one here would betray me.

Do you let go my arm. You are hurting me.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

All right, Kassandra. If you say so. *snorts*

*lets go of Kassndra's arm, strokes a finger along her collarbone*

You seem very confident that nobody here would betray you. One would think that, after your... experiences with Apollo Pythais, the serpent-god, you'd have learned to be a little less trusting.

*captures Kassandra's chin, turns her to face him, blinks his snake-eyes slowly, and flickers his forked tongue*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

::not crying, but nearly spitting::

I had no... experiences with him, Lord. He wanted something I would not give, and he parted ways with me. The gods are cruel. The gods are terribly cruel.

But men are crueler...

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

And demons are cruelest of all.

Well done Kassandra. A+.

*claps*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Cruelest of all because you could not be gods, and like children, then, are deprived of the sweetest fig on the tree because you do not yet have the height to reach for it?

::she seizes his clapping hands, and slaps his face.::

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Cruelest of all because we tempt others to steal that fig for us. Or apple, as the case may be.

*licks away the small amount of blackish-red blood that stains his lips*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

::shaking, because Crowley has pinioned her hands that tried to trap his::

Let me go, sir. Let me go. Do not touch me.

Do not touch me. No. No. No.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*starts forward*
no!

[lyra_silver]

*has seen the Fool leave her and run to the defense of Kassandra; follows, despite Pantalaimon reminding her just how bad of an idea this is* You... you're like Lord Asriel. And I couldn't defend Roger. And Kassandra was kind. *jumps on the demon, clawing; Pantalaimon hisses, snarls, and jumps on the demon from the other end*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*leans in, grinning horribly, and just once, very slowly, flickers his forked tongue around Kassandra's ear*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

What did you say? What....?

::she begins to look very, very sick.::

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*glances over and starts up, then pauses*

We read about her *to himself* better to stand back...

*sits back* Crowley's going to have to watch himself...

Man, and I'm off duty....*sighs over his cigarette, and prepares for an explosion*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*From back corner, to Sirius.*

Are you just going to let this happen?

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter is shaking and obviously scared to death, but he speaks up just the same. His trembling voice carries throughout the bar.

"Leave. Her. Be."

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Oh quiet down, Rat Boy. You've done enough squealing in your time.

[mydearguil.livejournal.com]

*jumps behind Crowley, raises sword to his neck* Unhand the lady.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Dear me, Mr. Guildenstern. I dare say the management won't be too happy if there's violence.

*there's a quick, slithery movement, and suddenly Crowley has snapped the blade of Guildenstern's sword*

[mydearguil.livejournal.com]

My friend Rosencrantz would be making endless broken-blade jokes at this point. He would still, however, be holding the last half of staff at your neck. I will do the same.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

I can't die, you stupid mortal. Go and sodomise your friend, you're interrupting my conversations.

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

Your truths are poisoned, my lord. They have little meaning. Leave. Her. Be.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"The name is Peter, demon. Though I realise it's probably not one of your favourite names.

"And whatever I've done, and I've done plenty that was wrong...that doesn't matter here. You're the one hurting her. Stop it. Now."

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Peter? On the contrary, you made me fond of the name once again, Rat Boy. We had some good times, you and I, even if you don't recognise me. Remember those dreams you used to have?

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter speaks quietly. "I remember the dreams, yes.

"But I doubt if you had anything to do with them. You're not the Lord of Dreams, nor one of his servants.

"And what I did is my own fault. I'll not blame you. No more excuses. My fault and my choices. Not yours."

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, your choices. That's entirely the point, you see. You've got to come over to us willingly.

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

*glares, horrified* What'd she ever do to you?