Crowley hadn't cared when Hermes jumped into the dance. He had no interest in Ellie apart from the physical immediacy of the moment and was too wrapped up in himself to notice the god's jealousy. Yes, he'd admit to a temporary attraction, but there was only one being he would truly dance with and he wasn't here.
After being gently shunned by the succubus, Crowley got intimate with the music instead, feeling it flooding through him as he moved; his body playing a complicated syncopated harmony to the unheard melody. The demon left himself behind, pulling off his shirt so as to channel the music without hindrance. He was nothing more than a conduit now for rhythm, for the essence of something greater than himself. For a brief frenetic moment, it felt almost like having the Presence back again. Almost.
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Date: 2006-06-08 10:59 pm (UTC)After being gently shunned by the succubus, Crowley got intimate with the music instead, feeling it flooding through him as he moved; his body playing a complicated syncopated harmony to the unheard melody. The demon left himself behind, pulling off his shirt so as to channel the music without hindrance. He was nothing more than a conduit now for rhythm, for the essence of something greater than himself. For a brief frenetic moment, it felt almost like having the Presence back again. Almost.