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Date: January 23, 2000
Setting: The manor's greenhouse
Status: Semi-Private: Crowley, Mike and Raph
Summary: Crowley runs into the couple
After their usual shower, Raphael wanted a change of scenery - they both spent quite a bit of time in one room or another. It would be cold outside though.
"Let's go to the greenhouse," Raph said with a smile, not even bothering to ask Michael if he wanted to. If he was there, then Michael wanted to be there as well.
Leading him by the hand Raphael walked to the greenhouse with the larger angel in his wake.
Setting: The manor's greenhouse
Status: Semi-Private: Crowley, Mike and Raph
Summary: Crowley runs into the couple
After their usual shower, Raphael wanted a change of scenery - they both spent quite a bit of time in one room or another. It would be cold outside though.
"Let's go to the greenhouse," Raph said with a smile, not even bothering to ask Michael if he wanted to. If he was there, then Michael wanted to be there as well.
Leading him by the hand Raphael walked to the greenhouse with the larger angel in his wake.
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Date: 2006-02-08 03:16 am (UTC)Ellie wasn't quite sure what it was that she had just heard. Though the demon on one side of the conversation hadn't been addressed by name, it wasn't too hard to pick out of context who he must be--but the accusations one of the archangels had leveled at him sounded wildly out of character for the Crowley of whom she'd heard Aziraphale and John speak so affectionately. That discrepancy paled, though, beside the frenzied shrieks and the wash of power that flooded the greenhouse, all courtesy of Raphael. Raphael, the Great Healer. What in Somebody's name had got into the little twerp?
The archangel's meltdown had caused Ellie no more than an uncomfortable stinging sensation all over her body--one fortunate side-effect of her neutral status was a decreased sensitivity to all things holy--but she had cringed sympathetically on Crowley's behalf, guessing the effect it would have at point-blank range on a relatively minor demon still wholly subject to Hell's influence.
Crawling out of her hiding place and brushing traces of potting soil from her skin-tight black jeans, she cautiously crept around a row of luxurious ferns that now resembled something out of a book on prehistoric Earth and studied the figure crumpled on the ground where the archangels had left him, apparently in the grip of mild hysteria.
Aziraphale was going to be so upset when he found out about this, and John would be absolutely livid. Come to think of it, Ellie was more than a little irked herself. Being something of an expert on emotional manipulation, she knew a con job when she heard one, and regardless of the truth or falsehood of his story, it was clear Raphael was leading Michael around by his blessed make-an-effort. The great oaf got off on playing with his sword more than enough without added encouragement.
Besides which, this angelic penchant for casually slapping around any demon they came across and then leaving their victim in the dirt was really beginning to piss her off.
Choosing a circuitous path that would ensure Crowley could see her before she came within arm's reach, she sank into a crouch beside him, pushing her long hair behind her ears automatically as she scanned the other demon for signs of damage. He looked surprisingly intact, all things considered, but the metaphysical clobbering had obviously taken its toll.
"Hey," she said softly. "Crowley, right? I'm Ellie. I come in peace, okay?"
At this close range, her sharp eyes could penetrate the near-opacity of his sunglasses well enough to register bewilderment and, she thought, lingering pain. Being a tactile creature by nature, she couldn't repress the urge to touch, raising the temperature of her own skin slightly to counter the chill of shock as she stroked his disheveled hair carefully back from his face. "You really must've worked overtime to get Raphael so riled up," she murmured. "He leave you two brain cells to rub together, sweetheart?"
So you're Crowley, huh? Well, full points for guts, but that mouth's really going to get you into a jam one of these days, she thought, trying not to be too charmed. Repeatedly standing up to Michael even on neutral ground wasn't exactly an act of genius, but she couldn't help but admire the sheer chutzpah.
And in all the times his name had come up in conversation, neither John nor Aziraphale had ever mentioned he was so darn cute.
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Date: 2006-02-08 06:51 am (UTC)Then she identified herself. Ellie? The Ellie? What was she doing here? He started laughing again and it hurt.
"Klaatu barada nikto, beautiful," he managed to say with only a slight wince and a cough. "While we're trading movie quotes, let's just say that Raphael couldn't handle the truth."
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Date: 2006-02-08 08:12 am (UTC)He'd been around the gardens once, and then again until he spotted a lovely greenhouse. There was a vague note of curiosity as to what a hotel, a hospital, or a corporate office would have use for in a greenhouse, but maybe it wasn't functional...
As he neared it, Remus's attention was drawn to the emotional-looking, somehow undeniably different Muggle with another, tinier one in his arms emerging. The tall blond man ignored the bright light of day and set off for the castle, cradling the redhaired one - clearly unconscious, you could see from this distance - to him.
Remus arrived summarily at the door of the greenhouse, stopping there and watching the pair depart. He rubbed at the sleeve of his threadbare jumper, a thoughtful expression on his face.
With a wish for sun lotion, the wizard turned his back on the beautiful grounds and entered the steamy glass room. He gazed around, looking for places that would be suitable to grow anything magical. He'd need tools, and seeds, and pots, and gloves. He started making a mental checklist, and then his hazel gaze fell on the two on the floor.
A strikingly beautiful girl caught his glance first, but she was crouched over a pained-looking slim young man with dark hair and quite nice cheekbones. He looked a bit like a younger Sirius, actually, if Sirius had ever cut his hair that neat or ever wore sunglasses.
Remus sighed. The man was probably straight, if his girlfriend was anything to judge by.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but are you all right? What happened?"
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:16 am (UTC)Satisfied that he was still essentially in one piece, if a sadly battered and abused piece, she sat back on her heels. "All right, cowboy, I don't think you're going to unravel if we try to move you back to the Manor. Healing isn't really my specialty,(1) but I can kill the pain long enough to get you there, if you want." She wondered whether she should warn him about the side effects, but given how loopy he was acting already, she wasn't sure it would make much difference.
She glanced over her shoulder at the approaching human's--(Human? Hmm. Not quite, it appeared)--greeting, then turned and raised her eyebrows inquiringly at Crowley, not sure whether a situation like this was covered by The Rules, or indeed, whether anyone actually bothered to follow The Rules around here anyway.
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(1) Which was to say, she could do it, and Crowley would probably find the process quite enjoyable, but it would almost certainly land them both in hot water with a certain Principality who shall remain nameless.
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Date: 2006-02-08 11:29 pm (UTC)"Hurts," he said in reply. "I'll explain. No, that'd take too long. I'll sum up. Made Raphael mad. Attacked me and collapsed. Michael took him away. This girl showed up. Then you."
Crowley turned pleading eyes, well, pleading sunglasses, to Ellie. "You can make it stop?"
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Date: 2006-02-09 08:36 am (UTC)The names sunk in. The postures sunk in. The Muggles being odd tried to sink in and failed. "I mean. Raphael and Michael. Aren't they... Are you a Muggle?" he blurted.
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Date: 2006-02-10 10:28 pm (UTC)As she spoke, she slid one hand carefully under Crowley's head, tilting his sunglasses up with the other, and bent to kiss him softly.
A great deal has been written over the centuries about the kiss of the succubus--most of it wildly innacurate speculation penned by frustrated human scholars who had never been within a hundred miles of an actual Hellmaid. Depending upon the intent, it could be a formidable weapon or a potent tool of seduction; but in a pinch, as now, it could also serve as effective pain relief.
Ellie tuned her power carefully to spare Crowley most of the more embarassing effects, triggering a massive endorphin rush that would have roughly the same effect as a sizeable dose of a very high-quality narcotic. Lucky for him, demons were much less prone to addiction than humans.
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Date: 2006-02-11 09:44 am (UTC)The effect of the (rather exceptional) kiss was to bring back that cloudy, floaty, fuzzy feeling from before and remove all his pain. He was high as a kite and not interested in coming down any time soon.
Crowley pouted at Remus, looking at him with now uncovered eyes. "Not a muggle. Not a wizard. Not an angel. Fallen, fallen angel. Broken crashing down. Need my angel. He'll fix it all better. Not like awful angels who hurt and hate. Stupid, stupid Raphael. Never listens. Stupid, stupid Michael. Never thinks. Tried and tried and tried. Tried too much. Draw attention away from my angel. From my friend. Friend. I have one. How odd. Hasn't helped him much. Helped me. Help me."
With that, his eyes closed and he dropped immediately into sleep.
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Date: 2006-02-13 02:01 am (UTC)"Should I get someone, then?" he asked, a degree of shock in his voice. He took back his earlier assumption; the ma- demon's angel, whoever it was, was certainly not the lady here. The curiously restrained kiss proved that. "The, er, angel?" The werewolf paused. "Who is the angel? Where are they?"
He turned to the girl. "Or would you like to get him to the hospital wing first? I can help," he said, touching her shoulder.
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Date: 2006-02-13 10:49 pm (UTC)She looked up and smiled at Remus's offer. "That would be very kind of you. I'm sorry, I've been rude...my name's Ellie, and this is Crowley, and if you happen to have a wand on you I'd be grateful for some help moving him." She summoned a soft fleece throw out of nothing and wrapped Crowley up snugly in it. "Aziraphale is around the Manor somewhere, and he will have to be told, but I'd prefer it be afterward. There's no point to bringing him out here and upsetting him."
Unfortunately, another angelic presence was liable to aggravate matters more than help right now. Better to give Crowley a few minutes to recover first, get him safely to his room and not looking quite so pulverized, then find the angel. Though how she was going to tell Aziraphale that Raphael had done this, Ellie didn't know.
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Date: 2006-02-14 06:34 am (UTC)"Right, I've got one here actually," he said, and tugged it out of his sleeve smoothly. He glanced at her before pointing his wand at the man- demo- Crowley's face and,
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The body rose into the air swiftly, and it was a credit to Remus' capabilities that the blanket wasn't disturbed in the slightest. He concentrated on the sleeping Crowley, and then began to maneouvre him out the door of the suddenly clammy greenhouse.
"Where to?" he asked Ellie, who was following behind. "My name's Roman, by the way. Roman Lupin. I'll take him to where you'd like, Ellie, and then I'll go and fetch the ange- Aziraphale, if that's all right. I'd only like to help."
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Date: 2006-02-14 07:33 am (UTC)"We'll have to stop by the front desk and find out his room number and Aziraphale's," she said softly. "I think most of the guest suites are on the second floor."
She looked up at the werewolf curiously. "It's good of you to help. Do you work here at the Manor?" Under the subtle but distinct signs of lycanthropy, his scent and his aura offered up some interesting possibilities, but it was best not to assume.
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Date: 2006-02-14 08:07 am (UTC)"Yes, I work at the Manor. Odd jobs, really whatever a customer needs." He was silent for a moment, and then he twisted around to glance at her. He studied her, for a moment, and then shook his head. "Mr. Wednesday of the front counter runs an escort service, and I am it. Well. In the evenings, mostly. If you ever feel the need for company, for a party maybe - although I don't doubt you have quite the lineup of lovers all waiting to take you anywhere - don't hesitate to call." He offered her a smile. "I'll give you a good discount, too."
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Date: 2006-02-14 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 08:26 am (UTC)He was so shocked, that Remus stopped walking, blinking at her. "Are you a Muggle too? Or a demon, Ellie? Or something else?"
He shook his head, and started walking again. "Not that it matters. There is a professional rate, but if it's more recreational, I prefer men. One man, anyway, but he..." A shadow passed over Remus' face and he was quiet.
"Well, don't take it personally. I'm very flattered you'd be willing to be professional with me."
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Date: 2006-02-14 09:01 am (UTC)"And don't worry, I don't take it personally. I can hardly blame you, being that I prefer men myself." She laughed quietly. "I suspect you're having more luck around here than I have been, though. It's a shame, I never really took to the role of Incubus."
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Date: 2006-02-14 10:14 pm (UTC)"'m not a Incubus. Jus' reg'lar demon. Not a Incubus at all. Tempt and tempt but never get. Az'phale?"
The he seemed to realize that he wasn't touching the ground and started to flail wildly.
"Down, down, down!" he yelled, panicking and kicking his legs. "Don't wanna fall!"