indelible [closed]

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix, Crowley, and Allen
Broadcast: private, if any
Action: Hotel Corona, Red Shift district
When: late December


It occurs to Felix that he should probably feel badly for luring Allen into what amounts to an ambush, but honestly neither he nor Crowley tended to consult the comfort of others. His own emotions were a quiet tangle of nervous anticipation instead, though it hardly shows on his face as he watches for signs of the young man's approach. To be honest, he does not know Allen enough to be certain of how he'll react. It's certainly possible he'll refuse, but that wouldn't mean the end to the project - only that they'd have to reach out the fleet for someone with the right kind of power to make this step possible. It was infinitely preferable, however, that word of the binding spell...or Crowley's susceptibility to divine energy...not get spread around. Besides, Felix was sure it would mean something to the demon to have someone he cared about be a part of this.

It's not unusual to see the two of them ensconced at a bar together, which is exactly the point, in case they run into any other familiar places. But it isn't the wine that brings them here, but the tattoo parlor next door. He's prepared everything up to this point. The artist has been tipped handsomely to keep the time slot open for them, and not to ask questions. His own tattoo is a slightly uncomfortable but vaguely familiar burn under his clothes, finished a few days ago.

He'd left the summoning part of the plan to Crowley, though.

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[onlyanapple]

Crowley is much more sure of Allen's reaction. Certainly, there were things Allen absolutely would not do. If Felix's spell had been anything like the root magic it came from, for example, would absolutely get a refusal. And probably an obnoxious lecture, too. But this? He couldn't really see Allen objecting.

Family values, and all that.

Outwardly, the demon was as laconic as he always was, almost seeming bored by the proceedings. Inwardly, there was a touch of nervous energy though. Not for worry of Allen's refusal, not even for what the spell ultimately meant, either, not really. The nerves came from a very natural fear demons had about letting anything divine touch them. He knew it was the only way to get the tattoo to actually stick- he'd just heal otherwise, or it would vanish the second he changed forms - but he knew it was likely going to suck. There were lots of ways it could go wrong, and he didn't especially fancy being an unfortunate stain on the floor.

It would be fine, he knew, probably. But worrying was something he was good at, under the surface, and quietly worry he did. He'd never hear the end of it from either of them if it went wrong.

"I promised him there'd be pie, so he shouldn't be long."

He doesn't have a pie. The pie is a lie.