Crowley

You're good, but I'm Crowley. #InferniInstitute AU//Descriptive//Graphic//Dark//21+//Punkass//Manwhore #LadyImpala

[Crowley @PunkCrowley]

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@TeenMegMasters
"That bug you?" he asked with an arched brow, legs spread as he leaned his forearms on his knees, cigarette dangling from >

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"Hey whore." He flopped loosely down into the chair beside her, lighting up a cigarette.

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@lilblondelilith < He hated her; he missed her.

So he waited.

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@lilblondelilith < crowd, and he couldn't pin her down again.

Lilith.

Even just thinking her name made his skin tingle, his gut twist. >

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@lilblondelilith < on edge.

He'd thought he'd seen her. Crowley would know that blonde head anywhere. But then she'd been lost in the >

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@lilblondelilith < studying the pages, and looking around the room. It seemed like he was looking for someone.

Waiting.

And it put him >

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@lilblondelilith < tucked behind his ear. In his lap was a thick book, the cover hidden from view. Dark eyes alternated between closely >

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@lilblondelilith < view of most of the space, settled in an armchair. His booted feet were propped up on the edge of a table, a cigarette >

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@lilblondelilith On a rare quiet afternoon, Crowley was in the school library. He sat in a back corner that afforded him a fairly clear >

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@wingedrenegade_ < three steps and fell into bed.

Castiel's bed.

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@wingedrenegade_ < finally popped the door open. It closed behind him with a resounding crash, which made him snicker, before he took >

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@wingedrenegade_ < the key, Crowley either forgot about his roommate, or simply didn't care about the amount of noise he made as he >

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@wingedrenegade_ < His shirt was draped over his shoulder, his meat suit feeling too hot to bother with clothes.

Struggling briefly with >

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@wingedrenegade_ < substances he'd consumed. He was also lucky to have found his pants again, though he hadn't bothered to button them. >

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@wingedrenegade_ < had the after party. At this point, the demon was fortunate to be upright, after the amount of alcohol and other >

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@wingedrenegade_ Somewhere around 4am, Crowley finally stumbled down the hall toward his dorm. The show had been a rousing success, as >

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@WingedRenegade_ < he kept asking the questions, he could avoid answering his own.

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@WingedRenegade_ < handful, sliding them onto the shelves with uncharacteristic care. "Move a lot, did you?" The demon figured so long as >

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@WingedRenegade_ < surprisingly bright blue eyes, and slid the box closer in invitation. "Take a look." He started unloading them by >