fandomtownies | Wednesday Late Night in the Park

"Mr. Crowley?" Tara sits quietly beside him on the bench. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... intrude."

Quite all right, pet. You seem to be taking the vision fairly well. Drives most humans mad.

[He lights the cigarette he's had hanging from his lips for a few minutes. The muffins sit beside him, waiting for the ducks who have gone to sleep on the opposite shore.]

Tara shakes her head. "I've been mad already. Um, I didn't like it. I decided not to do that again."

Of course you have. And you aren't the normal bird, are you?

Tara smiles sadly. "Not usually, but... around here I'm pretty normal. I mean, as normal goes."

True. Odd town, this.

[He's quiet for a while, smoking his cigarette down to the filter, then dropping and crushing it under his shoe. When he moves, it simply isn't there anymore. He pulls out another and lights it.]

I can tell you have questions, pet. You may ask away. I am far too tired to lie tonight.

Tara bites her lip. It's true, she has a lot of questions, but...

"Mr. Crowley... did I do something wrong? To upset Mr. Phale?"

Not at all, pet. It was me. I was being remarkably cruel to you, and my angel took offense to it happening in the Shop. I'll have to limit my torment to the park and the town, I imagine.

Tara turns to face Crowley. "No, Mr. Crowley, you weren't being cruel to me! You were..." she's learned her lesson. She won't say sweet. "You were being a gentleman."

You think so, my darling Witch?

[he looks at her for a moment, then reaches out and grabs her hand. The same surging races through her body. He doesn't break the hold and she begins to ache deep inside...the good kind of ache. The ache that drives women to men. He breaks the touch, and looks disgusted]

Not such a gentleman now, am I pet? Right violator, I am.

[He looks at the water and takes a drag]

Instinctively, Tara's hand follows Crowley, wanting more of the sensation.

"Not a violator, Mr. Crowley. You might be able to make me want it, but you're not making me do anything about it." She looks a little scared. "Um, you are making that happen, right? Deliberately? That's not just... me?"

[Sighs heavily] Yes, precious. I'm influencing you to feel Lust for a man. It's against your nature, I know. But it's well within my nature to try. Of course you have Free Will, and may choose to act upon it or not.

[He takes a deep drag, and lets it roll out slowly.]

Does it comfort you to know that it doesn't exist in you naturally?

Slowly, Tara nods. "Yeah, actually. It's been... confusing me. I don't. Um, with men. Or for men, I should say."

She looks at Crowley compassionately. Such self-disgust, for one so proud of his evil.. "Mr. Crowley, you need a hug."

I've had my hug for the day, Witch. Don't take the sensation from me.

[He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He contemplates his cigarette, turing it and watching the smoke curl and rise.]

Tara shakes her head, laughing a little. "I wouldn't dream of it. But why are you sitting out here when you could be with Mr. Phale, hugging him?"

It simply isn't done, pet. My angel is Grace, and I am Damnation. There is a protocol, a decorum...I can't begin to explain the complexities that exist for we two...creatures.

Tara shrugs, looking up at the stars. "Isn't duality the way it's supposed to go? Male/female, and all of that? Why should Grace and Damnation be any different?"

[He turns his head and looks at her through his glasses.]

Because poppet, we two do not have what you have. Free Will...the choice. We have no choice in the matter.

Tara stamps her foot angrily. "Will you get over that! You have choices! You're just afraid of the consequences."

Perhaps. Do you have any idea what the consequences would be, dearest? I would go back to Hell, where there is no wine, no ducks, no driving, not even Queen...and I don't even like Queen. And my angel would return to Heaven, where they sit around for eternity, staring at each other, or some such. There are no ducks in Heaven either.

We've been here since the Beginning, pet. We don't want to leave. We two have grown fond of the World. If we have any choice in the matter it is to keep up appearances and do what is expected of us.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Crowley," Tara says, her voice low. "It's not my place to judge. You're weighing an eternity of little earthly joys against maybe one night with the person you love. I wouldn't want to have to make that choice."

[OOC: *hugs Tara, who is the sweetest*]

[OOC: *hugs back* Poor dEMOn. Thank you for last night, btw!]

[OOC: It was fun. Hope you don't mind they took off on you -- apparently they had some issues to work out. *God, this emo stuff really is contagious*]

[OOC: Are you kidding? Tara got to almost-witness not-quite Powers-sex. She's going to want to check in on you soon, though, to check that you're not mad at her.]

[OOC: LOL Well, it's as close as they're likely to get, unless some really freaky plot bunny wanders through, so you're very welcome! And I really do want Phale to talk to Tara very soon (maybe Friday?).]

[OOC: You know she's going to start to research the problem. (Whether she finds anything or not is entirely up to you two, of course, but she just has to try and help!) Friday sounds great. It'll be my reward for handing in my thesis. W0ot!]

[OOC: *imagines Phale's utter horror at the thought of Tara researching Powers-sex with the books in his own shop* *is highly amused*]

[OOC: Well, she still has the key...]

[OOC: Yes, and it's unlikely that Crowley will be raising that issue again...]

[OOC: *Is still killing herself laughing over both Crowley and Aziraphale getting jealous of her* *and wishing she didn't know Crowley's touch was a deliberate effect, because now she's much less confused*]

[OOC: Yes, someone really does need to sit them down and work through those jealousy issues, don't they? ;)]

Pet, he's not a person and I do not love him.. Demon, see? No love in here.

[He takes a drag, watching the ducks cutting triangles in the surface of the water as they paddle over for a nosh.]

"I beg your pardon," Tara nods slowly, an indulgent smile quirking the corner of her mouth. "Maybe one night with the being you've chosen to share Eternity with. You're right. That's very different."

It's beyond that, Witch. It is not lust. It isn't fleeting sex or anything so mundane or human. We're bloody angels...see? One night means nothing. My desire lies in the notion that those miriad Earthly joys you mentioned are not seen only through the eys of the Damned, but translated through eyes of Grace.

Does this make any sense at all, Witch?

Tara bites her lip, trying to step back from her human perspective and see through an angel's eyes. Needless to say, it's a bit tricky.

She shakes her head, trying very hard to understand. "What do you see, Mr. Crowley? When you look at the world? At the ducks, at the park, at me? What do the eyes of the Damned see?"

I have nothing to compare what I see too, dearest. I look at that duck, I see that duck. I don't know if it's the same thing you see. Perception's a tricky thing, Damned or not.

Tara laughs softly. The 'dearest' seems to pull at her, even though she knows her reaction to Crowley was part of his demonly power. "Yeah. But... Mr. Crowley, do you like what you see?"

Do I like what I see? [He turns his gaze to her and peers at her over the tops of his glasses]

Sometimes.

[He smiles, softly, and without malice]

Tara blushes, but doesn't try to hide it this time, the warmth of her cheeks almost comforting. "I am sorry, about tonight. I really like talking to you, though. You make me think about things differently."

Questioning things is part of the nature of man, pet. [Noticing her blush, he smiles broader]

I'll not tempt you anymore, Tara darling. You live your life happy and free. Accept my apologies if I've confused you at all. [Again his voice conjures images of men, soft, gentle, pressing flesh to flesh...He rises]

I bid you goodnight, love. I'll go home to my angel. I think I'll ask him what he sees.

[And with that, he leaves her there]

((Ill-met by moonlight, proud Titania...))

Wednesday Late Night in the Park

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