At the Hotel

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Sitting behnd the desk, he reads a fascinating article about the migratory patterns of whales.]

((specifically for master_of_fear, but anyone else too if you're cool with SP))

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[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

after the JA meeting Jonathan comes back downstairs. He still can't believe Angelus was caught.

"Good evening Mr. Crowley," he says when he reaches the desk, "Thank you for providing me a room at the last minute."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

My dearest little bird, anything for you. All you have to do is ask.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

He hops up onto the desk, facing away from Crowley, swinging his feet slightly, "So, I guess you've by now, about Angelus?" he asks turning his head to look at him.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

What about him, lovely?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"He's wanted by the police for the murder of Kitty Pryde. They made the announcement this morning," he tells him and than looking down at his lap, "He's gone."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Human laws ought not apply to those like him. Still, I can understand the outcry for their supposed justice. Where did he go? [He sounds supremely disinterested in Angelus, but looks at Crane over his glasses, his nose in particular.]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan looks over his shoulder at Crowley. After a week of healing his nose looks much better and all but the faintest traces of bruising are gone.

"I don't know, he just... left. He must have heard they were coming for him. Smart of him really."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Perfectly within reason, actually. [He stares for a few minutes more] Pardon my staring, my pretty. I heard you had an altercation.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Altercation?" he asks and then his left hand goes up to touch his nose, "In Study Hall last Tuesday, I got into a fight, sort of. Can you tell?" he asks lightly rubbing the area Dr. Wilson said he'd likely get a bump.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can. Would you like that imperfection gone?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan blushes a bit, "I didn't know I was this vain," he says, "but it turns out I am. I'd like that, like for it to go away." he says.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Vanity, thy name is woman. There is only manly honor in looking as handsome as possible, pretty bird. It will hurt, quite a bit, you know?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't really say I was handsome, Sir. Handsome is... a different kind of look than I have," he say shaking his head, "as to hit hurting, the things most worth having are a struggle to get, right? I don't mind."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Handsome is the word most men prefer, I find. If I had to choose, I'd choose...beautiful. Come here little bird. [He beckons Jonathan to the office behind the counter.]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan likes the idea of being beautiful to Crowley. Hopping down from the desk he follows him into the office.

"I'm comfortable with what I look like Mr. Crowley. I don't feel the need for useless macho posturing. I think I like beautiful better than pretty though."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Then beautiful you shall be, my sweet. [He waits for Jonathan to enter, then shuts the door behind him]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Inside the office Jonathan looks around at the decor before turning to Crowley and smiling.

"I talked to Duce today," he says, "The Medusa. In Study Hall. It was very nice of you to arrange a playdate for me sir."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Not at all, dear one. She mentioned she helped you, and I admire her immensely. I think you'll get one with her. Ready? [He stalks close, he fingers spread]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan nods and braces himself, waiting for Crowley to come closer and do it. A tiny jolt of fear passes through him, relaxing him and causing him to lick his lips in anticipation.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Placing his hand fully over Jonathan's face, the sensation of cracking bones and dissapating scar tissue aches and throbs. Where the fingertips touch it is exquisite burning, and then it's over...his face is sore and his eyes water.]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

It hurts, hurts quite badly actually, but it's nothing compared to Friday night so Jonathan keeps quiet and lets the pain ride over him.

When it's over he opens his eyes slightly and gently wipes the tears from his eyes. He isn't very successful.

Looking up at Crowley he asks, "Is it better?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

You're perfect, my beautiful little bird. Just like Lucifer.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

The comment bothers him a bit, "This isn't where you tell me I'm now the proud owner of a forked tongue and scales right?" he asks worriedly, because I simply don't have the pitchfork to pull that off."

He smiles nervously.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

My word, no, boy. I like you as you are. You do know, Lucifer was the most beautiful and charismatic of all the angels. He's the one who led us into battle and took us with him when he Fell.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Well, my grandmother usually told it another way but I always assumed he must have been something to incite others to strike out against God," he tells him.

"And really, beauty is somewhat subjective isn't it? I think you're beautiful and we'd have a hard time looking more different, without one of us being blonde at least," he tells him looking away in slight embarrassment.