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lt_safe_house2009-10-04 02:34 am
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Date: March 28 2003
Status: Public (complete)
Setting: Garden and Greenhouse
Summary: Crowley finds a domain to rule. (Or so he thinks.)
Crowley ventured out of his room. The angel wasn’t there to pester and he was bored. He wasn’t, of course, going to make sure the angel hadn’t been killed by Beelzebub. Nope. He was merely sauntering vaguely outward. He avoided meeting anyone in the halls—he slithered sneakily whether in actual Serpent form or not—and headed outside. Although he didn’t admit it to himself, Crowley liked the great outdoors, especially now that he had the choice not to be out in them.*
After walking around a bit he stopped and smiled suddenly, rather like a snake. “This could be diverting,” he muttered to himself, eyeing the greenhouse.
Glancing around him, he slid inside and flared his aura, effectively declaring the greenhouse his. The Serpent’s smile widened as he looked at the plants inside. It was NOT a nice smile. “Hello there, loveliessssss,” he said softly, slowly taking off his sunglasses and tucking them in a breast pocket. He made certain his serpent eyes were fully in view before he began to walk among the plants in a casual stroll that was somehow dripping with menace. “I don’t think we’ve met. But we’ll definitely get acquainted NOW.”
Here and there he stopped to examine a plant, occasionally making a noise of resigned disgust. “Wilting? Brown leaves? Thisss is unacceptable.” Crowley didn’t raise his voice—he didn’t have to. “I don’t know who hasss been taking care of you up until now but they’ve let you go sssssoft. Bet you thought it wasss normal to have brown leaves, a little wilting, some dryness. Well, you were WRONG.. I’m in charge of thissss place from now on and if I ssssee sssso much as a sssspot, a drooping ssstem, a ssssssingle leaf out of placccce, well… That will be IT. Allow me to demonsssstrate.”
With that he snatched up a browning and wilted plant and marched out the door. Ten minutes later he came back with the empty pot in his hand and the unmistakable odor of burnt foliage on his clothes.
“Take a good long look,” he murmured, sitting the empty pot down in a conspicuous place.
*Even if he did admit to liking nature, he’d never ever even think about the possibility that this was because he subconsciously missed Eden. Should you tell him so he’d say it was a load of bollocks and tell you which orifice of yours you should shove it up.
Status: Public (complete)
Setting: Garden and Greenhouse
Summary: Crowley finds a domain to rule. (Or so he thinks.)
Crowley ventured out of his room. The angel wasn’t there to pester and he was bored. He wasn’t, of course, going to make sure the angel hadn’t been killed by Beelzebub. Nope. He was merely sauntering vaguely outward. He avoided meeting anyone in the halls—he slithered sneakily whether in actual Serpent form or not—and headed outside. Although he didn’t admit it to himself, Crowley liked the great outdoors, especially now that he had the choice not to be out in them.*
After walking around a bit he stopped and smiled suddenly, rather like a snake. “This could be diverting,” he muttered to himself, eyeing the greenhouse.
Glancing around him, he slid inside and flared his aura, effectively declaring the greenhouse his. The Serpent’s smile widened as he looked at the plants inside. It was NOT a nice smile. “Hello there, loveliessssss,” he said softly, slowly taking off his sunglasses and tucking them in a breast pocket. He made certain his serpent eyes were fully in view before he began to walk among the plants in a casual stroll that was somehow dripping with menace. “I don’t think we’ve met. But we’ll definitely get acquainted NOW.”
Here and there he stopped to examine a plant, occasionally making a noise of resigned disgust. “Wilting? Brown leaves? Thisss is unacceptable.” Crowley didn’t raise his voice—he didn’t have to. “I don’t know who hasss been taking care of you up until now but they’ve let you go sssssoft. Bet you thought it wasss normal to have brown leaves, a little wilting, some dryness. Well, you were WRONG.. I’m in charge of thissss place from now on and if I ssssee sssso much as a sssspot, a drooping ssstem, a ssssssingle leaf out of placccce, well… That will be IT. Allow me to demonsssstrate.”
With that he snatched up a browning and wilted plant and marched out the door. Ten minutes later he came back with the empty pot in his hand and the unmistakable odor of burnt foliage on his clothes.
“Take a good long look,” he murmured, sitting the empty pot down in a conspicuous place.
*Even if he did admit to liking nature, he’d never ever even think about the possibility that this was because he subconsciously missed Eden. Should you tell him so he’d say it was a load of bollocks and tell you which orifice of yours you should shove it up.