— MY LOVE IS TRUE

[eusford]

happy valentine's day!

a valentine's day open post!

pick whoever you want from here.
it's valentine's so throw images at me, write up a prompt, or yell at me to throw you a starter!
if it gets nsfw i'm going to kick my own ass.

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this thread is what i see in the corner of my room during sleep paralysis

[eusford]

[ Crowley doesn't appear to be glad to be here, but he doesn't actually dread the fact.

If anything he's glad. For one reason or another Chess and Horn attempted to make chocolates despite none of them being able to properly consume them, so when Jacopo calls he takes it as an opportunity to (somewhat) appreciate the girls efforts by force feeding them to him.

Even if he personally wants to knock every tooth out of the man's mouth right now.

He looks at the box with this fucking $400 rosary. Then at Jacopo. And then back at the rosary. ]

I open up about my traumatic backstory and this is what you do. Really?

STOP I WARNED YOU

[fragmento]

What are you gonna do, stab me?

[ his smile has yet to falter. get in line, crowley! a lot of people want the right to punching out those pearly whites.

something flickers in his eyes though — it's hasty, a blur, and he snaps the box closed, now experiencing a mixture of...

contentment and regret? what is this. ]

I like it when you get angry. [ he lets his head rest against his palm. ] It's the most honest part of you, after all. Gathering intel on you is an absolute pain in the ass, Mister Eusford.

[ a pause. ]

But I digress. If you want to get even, the privilege is yours.

[eusford]

Maybe you should stop trying to dig into my business and just ask me directly. At this point there's no reason in keeping any secrets from you. [ But he's been given an opportunity. There's the inch and here he is, taking the whole mile as he places a hand to the hilt of his sword and pulls it from the sheath sitting relaxed against his hip. He comes closer, if only to reach across the desk without looking awkward as hell. ]

Thanks. No hard feelings.

[ He draws his arm back, thrusting the very tip of his sword forward and --

he lets it drive into the wall behind him. Just beside Jacopo's head. With furrowed brows he lightly grumbles out a curse before pulling the blade back. ]

Anyway, I'm more mad that you've planned this out to be an ass and I'm the one being nice for once.

[fragmento]

[ when crowley reaches for his blade, jacopo is quick to crane his head to the side, brows knitting together in an expression of displeasure—

until crowley goes and does that, causing him to look back between the wall, crowley's face, and then the wall again.

he purses his lips into a flat line, features distorting into a scowl as his eyes narrow. ]

6,000 dollars on that wallpaper, you—...!

[ he bites his lip — he had it coming, he supposes!! ]

...You'd trust me with your secrets? Huh. [ he reaches to fiddle with his pen. eyes flitting towards the ceiling. ] Color me surprised.

[ give it a moment before jacopo tents his hands, a sigh escaping his lips. ]

I'll make it up to you. [ because i don't actually know how to apologize, he means to say. ] A trip tonight — you and me, somewhere nice. And before you go and spout out some nonsense, it's not a date. Just a trip. [ just bros being bros on valentine's day.... ] Give me a yes or no answer, and make it quick.

[eusford]

[ Maybe spend 6,000 dollars on like... therapy instead of fuckin' wallpaper you asshole?? ]

It's not like telling you will get me killed. Anyone who wants information on a "dead" ex-crusader is the real weirdo. [ Implying that Jacopo is indeed That Weirdo. ] Though I guess I don't blame you, my story is a good way to pass the time.

[ However, he's soon enough smiling as if he didn't just put a hole in the wall. ]

Yeah, sure, a date with you sounds nice~. [ Executed in the patronizing tone of his, Crowley then extends his arm and drops the boxes of chocolates onto Jacopo's desk. ] And here's my gift to you, since you'll never bother asking—though, really, those are technically gifts from my aides...

[fragmento]

[ only people with problems need therapy :///// ]

Eh? For a second, I almost fell for that little "dim witted clown" facade of yours. It's simply in my job description to stick my nose into everything you do, and have done by extension, Mister Eusford.

[ another drag of his cigarette, before he loudly grunts at the word "date". he frowns at the sight of the chocolates on his desk, before glancing back at crowley tih a brow raised. ]

I'm not fond of sweets, but I'll accept them since [ trailing off... ]...well, now that you've said yes, you can't take it back... [ said much like a dumb 12 year old boy! ] so I can admit that this is a gala. And I was told to bring someone with me. For whatever harebrained reason. We're not going to think about it. [ he chucks a pen at crowley. ] Don't think about it.

[ anyways! jacopo tents his hands before sighing in a fit of silent frustration. ]

I wouldn't indulge something as vapid as this under normal circumstances, but there's something to be exploited here. [ fingers run through his hair. ] People, rather. The auto industry, more specifically, but anyhow—

We'll be flying to Madrid in a few hours, so I suggest that you go on and make yourself look a little more presentable. Start with the rattail, for one.

[eusford]

[ Bitch what the fuck why does he always gotta be just subtly violent mid-conversation. Anyway Crowley is just gonna smack the pen over to the right side of the room, clicking his tongue. ]

Probably so you look a little less lonely, don't you normally go to these kind of things alone? Maybe they've got a bet going on to see if you have any friends. [ Which would be kind of fucked up and he'd honestly fight them but? ] I doubt it, though.

[ Anyway. ]

What do you expect me to do with it? [ He even pulls it onto his shoulder, eyeing both the braid and then Jacopo. ] I'm not gonna just cut it off. Want me to go pretty it up with flowers and a bow?