Standing just around the corner (in the direction opposite that Michael was going, luckily,) John breathed an almost inaudible sigh of relief. Things had sounded pretty hairy for a few moments there, and he was fresh out of nonlethal* ways to distract a smite-happy archangel. He'd already seen that Crowley was no slouch when it came to defending himself, but there weren't many beings in Creation who could stand against Michael one-on-one and walk away to tell about it.
He lit a cigarette and came around the corner, schooling his own features against a fresh burst of anger when he got a look at Crowley's severely bruised face. And not solely at Michael, who, though he had just earned himself a prominent spot in John's bad books on more than one count, was at least guilty of nothing worse than bloody-minded stupidity. Fucking Gabriel. Stood there and made me that promise knowing full well what he'd already done, the sanctimonious bastard. That's right, you just keep on piling 'em up, Hornblower, you'll get yours one of these days...
"Well, who'd have thought," he said by way of greeting. "There is another prick on Heaven's payroll to match the Snob." His eyes narrowed slightly as he noted a trace of smeared blood on Crowley's chin. "Christ...popped you a good one, didn't he? Think there's an ice machine down the hall a bit."
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Date: 2005-12-16 12:36 am (UTC)He lit a cigarette and came around the corner, schooling his own features against a fresh burst of anger when he got a look at Crowley's severely bruised face. And not solely at Michael, who, though he had just earned himself a prominent spot in John's bad books on more than one count, was at least guilty of nothing worse than bloody-minded stupidity. Fucking Gabriel. Stood there and made me that promise knowing full well what he'd already done, the sanctimonious bastard. That's right, you just keep on piling 'em up, Hornblower, you'll get yours one of these days...
"Well, who'd have thought," he said by way of greeting. "There is another prick on Heaven's payroll to match the Snob." His eyes narrowed slightly as he noted a trace of smeared blood on Crowley's chin. "Christ...popped you a good one, didn't he? Think there's an ice machine down the hall a bit."
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* To himself, that is.