Something out of place? [Is that how it works? He's not really sure, but in that case, it means he can't really look away then, can he?]
[He glances a little around the room, trying not to let his eyes linger on One and the sight of his own body struggling to stay standing with every crack of the whip.]
It... doesn't look that different?
[But should one of them try to walk too far, they'll realize the room is a lot smaller than it seems, with the two of them more or less trapped in an invisible glass box.]
[ And with that answer Crowley does decide to venture out some, just to see if there were some possible solution. A door that that they could open, or perhaps a hidden latch... at this point anything fuckin' helps, but it quickly dawns on him that they're trapped.
Trapped in this hell of a BDSM memory where Shell's apparently been a bad doggy who probably didn't drink his milk or something. ]
Fuck. [ He hisses out, his irritation only mild. ] Is that on repeat, or something? [ He points a finger at the scene once more. ] Do you guys have a safe word or something? Maybe if it say it it'll stop.
[Says the guy who looks ripped?? Don't leave it all to the crypire to get them out of here, gosh.]
[But okay, he's the one who wants out of here the most, so he turns and tries to force through the wall with his shoulder. Predictably, it does nothing-- but a second try, and a crack appears, floating in mid-air.]
[ Sorry?????? Can't hear you over the ugly ass rat tail braid.
Also the years of trauma that came with watching all his best friends die. ]
Oh~ Go, go. [ Crowley whistles, impressed by his sudden force and even more so when there's an apparent crack. He then puts a hand to the hilt of his sword, slowly pulling it out with a gleeful smile. ] Alright, move out of the way so I don't end up accidentally slicing you up.
It takes a lot of work. [ And he's not entirely lying, but this is coming from the same person who thinks that running is tiring. He obviously shouldn't be taken too seriously as he takes an offensive stance, planting his feet briefly before he's piercing his sword into the small crack created by the other vampire. Swinging his arm horizontally, creating a rift that continues to grow in size and past the initial shower of light it becomes ever so apparent that their original world hides behind it.
And so he swings his sword once more, creating a large enough exit for both of them. ]
[I mean, it's a really big sword?? It looks like a lot of work tbh, so he's just gonna take him at his word.]
Oh, we're free!
[And he starts to to head out the exit--]
[...]
[But then stops and shoots one last lingering look at One. As humiliating as it is, as it would be if the scene had been allowed to continue, it would be nice if this didn't end up becoming his last memory of seeing One.]
[Clearly Crowley's assessment about this being a scene between lovers rather than some random punishment was pretty accurate... but he's stepping out before he can give him a chance to comment on it, the memory disappearing into nothingness once they're both out.]
[ Luckily enough, Crowley has little left to say once their way out is evident. He puts his focus on finally leaving the memory behind completely, breathing in the air of their world and releasing a long sigh of relief before bringing his sword back to its sheath. ]
Finally~ I'm really gonna need a month long nap after this.
[He wants to echo the sentiment, but it doesn't really feel right when it's his own memory. Sure, it was humiliating and a little traumatizing to see again, but at least it was familiar to him.]
Uhm-- thank you. I don't know if I would have been able to break myself out if I'd been alone.
He doesn't, of course, but he reaches out none-the-less and ruffles up the other vampire's hair. It's done purposely--he has to stop himself from actually squeezing his fingers and gripping onto his head as if it were a ball. A stress ball. ]
Don't look like that. I can't feel sympathetic.
[ He literally... can't...
But he draws his hand back, finally putting some distance between them. ]
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Something out of place? [Is that how it works? He's not really sure, but in that case, it means he can't really look away then, can he?]
[He glances a little around the room, trying not to let his eyes linger on One and the sight of his own body struggling to stay standing with every crack of the whip.]
It... doesn't look that different?
[But should one of them try to walk too far, they'll realize the room is a lot smaller than it seems, with the two of them more or less trapped in an invisible glass box.]
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Trapped in this hell of a BDSM memory where Shell's apparently been a bad doggy who probably didn't drink his milk or something. ]
Fuck. [ He hisses out, his irritation only mild. ] Is that on repeat, or something? [ He points a finger at the scene once more. ] Do you guys have a safe word or something? Maybe if it say it it'll stop.
[ He's literally spouting bullshit please don't listen to him. ]
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We... did have one. But not when this was going on.
[--and that desperation is really the only thing getting him to admit that much, for now focusing instead on one of the invisible "walls".]
Do you think we could break through these with force? They're not real walls, right?
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Why don't you give it a whirl? You seem tough enough.
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[But okay, he's the one who wants out of here the most, so he turns and tries to force through the wall with his shoulder. Predictably, it does nothing-- but a second try, and a crack appears, floating in mid-air.]
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Also the years of trauma that came with watching all his best friends die. ]
Oh~ Go, go. [ Crowley whistles, impressed by his sudden force and even more so when there's an apparent crack. He then puts a hand to the hilt of his sword, slowly pulling it out with a gleeful smile. ] Alright, move out of the way so I don't end up accidentally slicing you up.
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--did you have that this whole time!? Why didn't you use it before!
[His shoulder hurts, he is a soft boy.]
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It takes a lot of work. [ And he's not entirely lying, but this is coming from the same person who thinks that running is tiring. He obviously shouldn't be taken too seriously as he takes an offensive stance, planting his feet briefly before he's piercing his sword into the small crack created by the other vampire. Swinging his arm horizontally, creating a rift that continues to grow in size and past the initial shower of light it becomes ever so apparent that their original world hides behind it.
And so he swings his sword once more, creating a large enough exit for both of them. ]
There we go.
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Oh, we're free!
[And he starts to to head out the exit--]
[...]
[But then stops and shoots one last lingering look at One. As humiliating as it is, as it would be if the scene had been allowed to continue, it would be nice if this didn't end up becoming his last memory of seeing One.]
[Clearly Crowley's assessment about this being a scene between lovers rather than some random punishment was pretty accurate... but he's stepping out before he can give him a chance to comment on it, the memory disappearing into nothingness once they're both out.]
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Finally~ I'm really gonna need a month long nap after this.
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Uhm-- thank you. I don't know if I would have been able to break myself out if I'd been alone.
But... I am sorry you had to see all that.
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[ Is that helpful? He's not really hoping for it to be. ]
I've seen worse, don't worry about it. By tomorrow I'll have completely forgotten about it anyway.
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[Owch, his pride. Not that he really has much of it left at this point.]
Anyway, I should let you get back to what you were doing before... er, all of that happened.
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He doesn't, of course, but he reaches out none-the-less and ruffles up the other vampire's hair. It's done purposely--he has to stop himself from actually squeezing his fingers and gripping onto his head as if it were a ball. A stress ball. ]
Don't look like that. I can't feel sympathetic.
[ He literally... can't...
But he draws his hand back, finally putting some distance between them. ]
Right~ Thanks so much for all the fun.