Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley did not particularly seem to give a damn about Lust at the moment, which was rather a surprise considering it was Crowley. He was, however, drinking his whiskey cup- which notably kept refilling, so it never actually went down.
"What on Earth do you want right now, Lust?" he repeated, his hands seeming to twitch and not making a grab for the demon's considerable assets. Instead, they seemed to be twitching with the urge to not strangle her and drop the glass. "I am busy as it is." said the tired wizard drinking out of a whiskey cup underneath the school's tunnels.
"I'm worried about you, Crowley," she said, "We're all worried about you."
She smiled with genuine affection - not fake want, not seductive glances, nothing physical at all. It was the same love between a mother and her child, or, perhaps, a sister and her little brother. Lust ran her fingers through Crowley's hair, massaging his back - not with eroticism, but with care.
"You're not yourself lately," she continued, "It's like you just forgot who Aleister Crowley is and became some different man."
"Aleister Crowley is dead and has been dead for nearly a century now." our Crowley chuckled. "I have always been a different man than he had been. I just liked the name." Crowley lay back, the dirt wall of the tunnel becoming pillowy so he could lean on it better. He grunted, a cigar now in his hand.
"I am exactly myself right now. No emotional shields like the angels have or that I sometimes put for myself. No, just a glass, a cigar and myself. Richard, Fixban, Minh, Leah and all the others...well, they came and went throughout my life, but this glass and this cigar are going to stay." he said, almost yawning.
When had he last truly slept without waking up in the dead of night? There was too much going on for sleep. He hadn't slept right for ten years, it had felt...too many nightmares, too many dreams...
And that one song.
There are loved ones in the glory,
Whose dear forms you often miss;
When you close your earthly story,
Will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?