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neutral_omensDate: Dec. 30, 1999
Setting: Crowley's Room
Status: Private - Raphael and Crowley (Complete)
Summary: Raphael wants to know what happened.
Raphael awoke nearly a full day later, no longer tired but still making an effort. He blushed, crawled out of the sheets and resumed his standard sexless form with a sigh. It feel dull and almost too tight, but it was better than repeating his shameful performance of the last few days. The angel couldn't completely recall what had happened - at least not at the moment - but he did remember who'd gotten him into the pajamas and most of what had come afterward. He sighed again and went to take a long hot shower, hoping it would wash off the feeling of uncleanliness he had.
As the water pounded on him, his thoughts drifting to Falling and what it would take to go that far. He couldn't see, however, how anything that he was doing was wrong. After toweling himself dry, he stepped into his room, brushed his hair and put on a clean robe, tossing the pajamas aside. It had been ages since he'd gone to the hospital wing, or so it seemed to him, and it would probably be best to go there and make sure things were in order. Not that many people got sick - but it seemed to be his duty.
When he reached the wing, however, he found a rather unpleasant surprise waiting for him.
Somebody had performed a major operation without his permission!
Incesnsed, he stormed off to the room of the one known trouble-maker in the mansion whose lingering aura he'd sensed. Frankie followed close at his heels until they came to the appropriate door. Raphael banged on with all the fury of a righteous archangel about to do some serious smiting.
"CRAWLY!" He screamed at the wood. "OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE AND I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN MY INFIRMARY!"
His fist slammed against in a few more times, waiting for the demon to open it up.
Setting: Crowley's Room
Status: Private - Raphael and Crowley (Complete)
Summary: Raphael wants to know what happened.
Raphael awoke nearly a full day later, no longer tired but still making an effort. He blushed, crawled out of the sheets and resumed his standard sexless form with a sigh. It feel dull and almost too tight, but it was better than repeating his shameful performance of the last few days. The angel couldn't completely recall what had happened - at least not at the moment - but he did remember who'd gotten him into the pajamas and most of what had come afterward. He sighed again and went to take a long hot shower, hoping it would wash off the feeling of uncleanliness he had.
As the water pounded on him, his thoughts drifting to Falling and what it would take to go that far. He couldn't see, however, how anything that he was doing was wrong. After toweling himself dry, he stepped into his room, brushed his hair and put on a clean robe, tossing the pajamas aside. It had been ages since he'd gone to the hospital wing, or so it seemed to him, and it would probably be best to go there and make sure things were in order. Not that many people got sick - but it seemed to be his duty.
When he reached the wing, however, he found a rather unpleasant surprise waiting for him.
Somebody had performed a major operation without his permission!
Incesnsed, he stormed off to the room of the one known trouble-maker in the mansion whose lingering aura he'd sensed. Frankie followed close at his heels until they came to the appropriate door. Raphael banged on with all the fury of a righteous archangel about to do some serious smiting.
"CRAWLY!" He screamed at the wood. "OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE AND I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN MY INFIRMARY!"
His fist slammed against in a few more times, waiting for the demon to open it up.
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Date: 2006-01-13 09:05 pm (UTC)"Let me go!" He pleaded. "And don't hiss at me!"
His eyes grew glassy and he considered threatening to call for Michael again, but didn't when he heard Crowley's accusations.
"I'm not arrogant. Not at all. Or any of the other things you said. I serve and help others, unlike some beings I could name."
He tugged again to get out of Crowley's grip.
"You didn't do the the job because I couldn't do it. You did it because you wanted to leave me out! Just like everybody leaves me out of things and then blames me when I don't know what's going on - it's not my fault! You should have gotten ME for whatever it was and you didn't because you're stuck up.
That's it, isn't it? All your insults and exclusion, you think I'm stupid and naive! Well I'm not! You're not better than me demon, not by far."
His cheeks were flushed and despite being unable to move he threw Crowley's words back at him.
"Unless you tell me what you did, I'll do whatever I please - I'll slap you again if I want!"
Still trying to break free, he kicked Crowley in the shin with the heel of his left leg.