Normally this activity didn't involve quite so much violent swearing, but normally this activity wasn't quite so painful either. His burns had healed fairly well over the preceding weeks, assisted by a supernatural metabolism and a supernatural nurse, but his legs still needed to be exercised and the skin stretched so that the scar tissue wouldn't permanently freeze them in one position.
Holy water burns went more than skin deep, it seemed, so it was likely that as long as he'd have this body, Crowley would have scars, which he could easily conceal behind black trousers, and a limp, which he couldn't. The limp was probably causing more cursing than the pain, in fact, as he'd spent years perfecting his graceful saunter and now it was gone for who knew how long.
Thus it was a demon in a vile mood who came across the peaceful looking man in Tomorrowland. Recalling having stepped into the Starcade some time ago to speak to Cayce on her own turf for once and finding him crawling all over her (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/179979.html?thread=10434571#t10434571), Crowley decided to take his frustration out on a convenient and for once, just target. At least in his own mind.
The serpent is subtler than the beasts of the field, so rather than storming over and starting a fight, Crowley consciously stomped down the anger, smoothed out his expression to its regular cool state, and slowly limped his way to where John was sitting. He peered down at the reversed images on the paper.
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Normally this activity didn't involve quite so much violent swearing, but normally this activity wasn't quite so painful either. His burns had healed fairly well over the preceding weeks, assisted by a supernatural metabolism and a supernatural nurse, but his legs still needed to be exercised and the skin stretched so that the scar tissue wouldn't permanently freeze them in one position.
Holy water burns went more than skin deep, it seemed, so it was likely that as long as he'd have this body, Crowley would have scars, which he could easily conceal behind black trousers, and a limp, which he couldn't. The limp was probably causing more cursing than the pain, in fact, as he'd spent years perfecting his graceful saunter and now it was gone for who knew how long.
Thus it was a demon in a vile mood who came across the peaceful looking man in Tomorrowland. Recalling having stepped into the Starcade some time ago to speak to Cayce on her own turf for once and finding him crawling all over her (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/179979.html?thread=10434571#t10434571), Crowley decided to take his frustration out on a convenient and for once, just target. At least in his own mind.
The serpent is subtler than the beasts of the field, so rather than storming over and starting a fight, Crowley consciously stomped down the anger, smoothed out his expression to its regular cool state, and slowly limped his way to where John was sitting. He peered down at the reversed images on the paper.
"Nice spaceship," he said.