#v; don'т вeg тнe qυeѕтιon wнen тнe anѕwer ιѕ war ( cagedιndarĸneѕѕ )

[thekingsparty]

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Send “💒” for our muses to wake up married after a long night of partying.

Safe to say the least Crowley expected was to wake up sore. Alright, alright - that part wasn’t exactly unexpected, but in bed with Lucifer, who seemed to sleep, still? That was unexpected. Or.. something. Did angels sleep? He didn’t think so, but given how he felt, he thought Lucifer might need a tad bit of rest as well. This wasn’t the first time they’d ended up in bed together and if he sat down to think about the chances of it happening in the first place he came up with nothing, but that didn’t mean he could enjoy it while it lasted. 

His head felt heavy, lifting it brought a throb with it and he winced, most likely waking the other, but the second he saw him stir, Crowley collected himself and sat up with a soft little grin on his lips. He’d discovered the matching rings a little while before, so a hand came up and fingers wiggled in a little hello. “Good morning, lover. Want some coffee? A back rub? A kiss to the cheek?”

#cagedindarkness #v; don'т вeg тнe qυeѕтιon wнen тнe anѕwer ιѕ war ( cagedιndarĸneѕѕ ) #*grins* #ғancy a ғag and a cнaт ( anѕwered aѕĸ. ) #ғancy a ғag and a cнaт ( anѕwered aѕĸ. \ ooc )

[thekingsparty]

@cagedindarkness // let’s see if i can make this angsty.. ish?

Enough was enough. Crowley was willing to take a lot, he’d been willing to bend his knee, to charm and chatter his way back onto the Devil’s good side and he’d done all he could think of to please him. Respect shown at every chance that presented itself, he’d helped keeping hell run so Lucifer didn’t have to worry about numbers or paperwork and could fully enjoy being evil. Crowley had - hands down, worked his bloody arse off to please him. He knew there’d been bad blood between them and he was a demon, but he couldn’t punish him forever. 

They kissed, the slept together, they reigned hell together and yet he simply and vehemently refused to show even the smallest bit of affection. He’d even accept non-hatred. He slammed the doors of the throne room shut, then made his way towards the throne. “You and I - we need to talk. I can’t .. no, I won’t keep going like this. I’m not your bloody doormat. I’ve done everything you asked for. And more. I’ve made up for past mistakes - you and I both know I have. I’ve touched your bloody wings, you kissed me and we’ve had sex. Several times if I might add and we both enjoyed, all of this actually. And yet you refuse to treat me like I deserve it.” 

It was about time they talked about this, and yes - part of him did worry about yelling at an archangel, but he did have his pride, and his worth and he wouldn’t let Lucifer keep treating him like rubbish.

#cagedindarkness #v; don'т вeg тнe qυeѕтιon wнen тнe anѕwer ιѕ war ( cagedιndarĸneѕѕ ) #v: ι'м тнe evιleѕт evιl тo ever evιl. ( poѕт ₁₁.₁₅; ғυgιтιve ĸιng oғ нell \ canon ) #rp: worth more