[ He's tempted to tell her thanks for 'lending a hand', but stops himself mid-thought when realizing how inappropriate of a joke that would be. Especially in his position.
Wordlessly he takes his arm and hovers it over his open wound; a few seconds later and his nerves are already reconnecting, pulling his arm from his hand as it connects to skin and muscle before it's back in its original state. His sleeve is torn now but he doesn't roll it off, instead leaving it to hang.
During this time Crowley's fully aware of every sound around them: the crumbling city, the distance cries, the sound of a monster being let loose, but reacting to any of it now would be a waste of time. The only thing that he can think of now as his own kind dies around them is that humans are still the most selfish and self-destructing creatures on this Earth,
Krul grabs his attention once more, sword returning to its sheath as he strides over in her direction. That stare she gives him doesn't send shivers or even receives a questionable look in return, despite being mildly confused as to why she hasn't already jumped in, but instead he seems rather content. He regrets that Chess and Horn are dead but if he's given the chance to move forward he would be a fool not to take it. ]
Reverting back to something like that? Gosh~ I really hate it.
[ For eight hundred years he's had a goal of revenge and now he has a new one: to remain well and alive to spite these humans and kill them on his own. Krul is, for better or for worse, company. ]
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Wordlessly he takes his arm and hovers it over his open wound; a few seconds later and his nerves are already reconnecting, pulling his arm from his hand as it connects to skin and muscle before it's back in its original state. His sleeve is torn now but he doesn't roll it off, instead leaving it to hang.
During this time Crowley's fully aware of every sound around them: the crumbling city, the distance cries, the sound of a monster being let loose, but reacting to any of it now would be a waste of time. The only thing that he can think of now as his own kind dies around them is that humans are still the most selfish and self-destructing creatures on this Earth,
Krul grabs his attention once more, sword returning to its sheath as he strides over in her direction. That stare she gives him doesn't send shivers or even receives a questionable look in return, despite being mildly confused as to why she hasn't already jumped in, but instead he seems rather content. He regrets that Chess and Horn are dead but if he's given the chance to move forward he would be a fool not to take it. ]
Reverting back to something like that? Gosh~ I really hate it.
[ For eight hundred years he's had a goal of revenge and now he has a new one: to remain well and alive to spite these humans and kill them on his own. Krul is, for better or for worse, company. ]
Ladies first.