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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 1:51:52 GMT -5
"What I need? Crowley, who says people need anything?"
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2012 1:57:36 GMT -5
"Most people. And you've never had anything you need."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 2:00:23 GMT -5
"Please, just think about it-"
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2012 2:02:02 GMT -5
"I have, Adrien. Believe me, I have."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 2:04:43 GMT -5
"With me?" he asked hopefully.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2012 2:09:25 GMT -5
"Considered it, yeah," he said exasperatedly. He silently begged Adrien not to get his hopes up again.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 2:10:06 GMT -5
"And?" He crept towards him again.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2012 2:12:25 GMT -5
He sighed. "I've been giving you my answer this entire conversation."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 2:13:15 GMT -5
"Crowley, have you ever done it before?"
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2012 2:16:11 GMT -5
"I've been here since the Beginning. I've tried everything that's been invented."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 2:22:04 GMT -5
"Tell me what happened-" He pressed his lips together firmly in an effort to hold back full-on crying.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2012 2:47:55 GMT -5
He closed his eyes.
"She was a butcher's daughter in Babylon. She knew exactly what I was and she didn't care, so we moved to Sumer and pretended we were married. It was nice, at first, but sometimes I had to leave for long stretches of time—which I still do fairly often, by the way—and sometimes she'd catch me doing my job. Knowing I was a demon was one thing for her, but I think it killed her to see me doing bad things. And there were just things we couldn't connect over, like her childhood or me Falling. Er, falling from grace, that is. We managed to last a decade before we both decided it was time to leave each other. I don't even remember who did the actual breaking up. And we loved each other, we did, but we couldn't really rely on each other, and there was only so much we could talk about. It wasn't enough.
"I tried a couple other times and the same thing happened, only faster. And sometimes they died still with me and I could see on their faces how much they regretted wasting their lives on me. I've had enough."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 2:49:00 GMT -5
"....but those people weren't like me," he said in a little voice.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2012 2:51:04 GMT -5
"Some were, and once they got their fill of what being comfortable feels like they realized that they wanted more."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 17, 2012 2:52:27 GMT -5
He looked down, but it wasn't faltering.
He looked up again, meeting his eyes. "I've never regretted anything, Crowley. And two years with Marchetti was a bigger waste than anything with you could ever be-"
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