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[heresyandlace]

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[heresyandlace]

It doesn't matter how, it just matters that we do.

[which is absolutely not an answer, and is the opposite of logic. of course he doesn't have a plan, but that is inexplicably the part that he cares the least about. hearing himself say it out loud only emphasizes this fact.

and, again, it's beside the point anyway. he doesn't want to fight anymore. it's just a hard habit to avoid when the impulse is still so urgent and central. it takes a great effort to sigh, rub his face, and push his focus over again.]

Look... Forget this. All of it. This isn't... what I'd wanted.

[onlyanapple]

The how matters a lot. Without a plan, you'd just be screaming against the void, while they sat back and laughed at you.

[He rolls his shoulders, uneasy, distinctly unhappy. ]

I'm still not exactly sure what you wanted of me in the first place, here.

[heresyandlace]

Me neither.

[--which is a lie. he knows exactly what he'd wanted, but like hell he's going to go back and elaborate on it now. he's drawing inward again; he's shifting to damage-control mode.

which is a mode that--to his credit--he doesn't usually even bother with.]

But it's not this.

[onlyanapple]

[That much, at least, Crowley has noted. The word monster still claws and bites at his mind though. It doesn't want to let go. He folds his arms, staring at the ground. ]

Well. This is what you've got.

[heresyandlace]

[staring at the ground is still better than glaring at him, so Tek takes the opportunity to slink closer, approaching while the stand-off isn't so direct.]

...I'd like to call a truce.

[onlyanapple]

[The demon pauses, considering. After a moment's thought, he rolls his shoulders, letting out a long sigh. ]

...Fine. I can live with that.

[heresyandlace]

[he's close enough now to be able to reach out and lightly snag a few fingers on the demon's sleeve--trying to coax him into uncrossing his arms, probably.

the dragon's whole demeanor is shifting now, packing the anger and aggression away to spend later. he's making the conscious effort to put on a much more harmless air, now. it's less honest, but much easier to deal with.

despite everything spilled here (or maybe especially because of it) he is hinting toward putting their masks back on and getting along.]

Let's go back. I'm tired.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's arms eventually uncross, settling at his sides, hands still clenched a little. He knows it needs to be done, but the mask isn't quite the same as it slips on once more. There's an edge there that wasn't present before. A small sliver of ice. Distance. ]

Fine by me.