paradisa | In the year 232 AD Porphyry was born

[Crowley wasn't surprised by waking up from a long sleep. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it, and it wouldn't be the last. Unlike the vast majority of castle residents, he'd had a dreamless sleep, one of the pros of being a demon. They didn't have a true imagination. Not enough to conjure up a dream or a nightmare, anyway.

Still, he'd checked the journal to find...nothing. For days, except a few worried comments from people in the town. So this was a castle thing then. Right. He'd probably better check that people aren't dead or something. That would have been unfortunate. There were people he liked here.

And so the demon decided to go check if people were alive or not. Not that he cared. He was just curious. Yeah. Unfortunately for Crowley, he'd decided to check up on Faye, who's nameplate was most decidedly not there any more and who's room was very empty. Fuck. It had happened again]

For anyone who gives a damn, Faye Valentine has gone home.

[He closed his journal and headed back to his room, preparing for his usual plan of drinking until he could pretend he didn't care about anything any more. Drink away the hurt and the bubbling anger at this stupid damn castle that just ruined everyone's lives. ...Except his booze cabinet was empty. This was unusual, but hey he knew a lot of assholes who stole things, so he made the extra trip to the Nines...only to find the booze there gone too. When he speaks into the journal now, he's angry. Very angry]

Right, so where the fuck has all the alcohol gone? Because if someone thinks this is funny, I'm not laughing. You can probably tell from my tone that I'm not laughing. But if you can't, let me clue you in. This is the tone of voice used when someone or something is going to be set on fucking fire if there isn't a reasonable explanation for this.

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We would make a fearsome pair, at least.

True. String of broken hearts and all that. [Ugh, his heart is not broken again nope, he is not going to admit that]

We will find you a new lover. One for me as well. Sisters, perhaps. Beautiful ones.

I...

Wait are you asking me to be your wingman or something? Because even if he isn't here any more I think Barney has eternal dibs on that.

[Plus he doesn't want one, but it's easier to lie his way out of this]

I do not know what a wingman is, so I do not think so.

It means a guy who hangs out with another guy to help him get women.

Well, it sounds as though you could use one, brother!

Eh...maybe not right away.

Was she special to you?

Who? Valentine?

[She was. She'd been one of his best friends, for so many years. And then so much more. And to top it all she was the fourth one. The fourth one he was stupid enough to care for to lose. It was getting tiring]

...We knew each other for a long time.

That's a good enough reason as any... but you can meet other women and know them for some time.

Especially when you're immortal, yeah. What's your point?

The best place to forget a woman is in the arms of another woman, brother! Surely you know that.

It wasn't in my plan to forget her.

Not forget her, then, forget your sorrows about her.

[Ezio:Insensitive]

[You are the best at this, Ezio]

I'm pretty sure alcohol can do that.

Ah, but we are in short supply of alcohol, so women shall be our nectar.

...

How do you not get slapped more?

Because many of them enjoy that kind of thing, if you're talented enough!

[Laughing...]

Just try not to do it to the women with guns or giant swords, okay?

[He might feel something like sad if you died]

No? Why not? Have they become so masculine that they cannot feel pleasure from men anymore?

No, they're more inclined to hurt you and have the means to do so. And when I say hurt I mean 'kill painfully'.

I have slept with a number of these women and have not had a problem...

Then you're excessively lucky. Faye shot at me plenty of times.

She must have been an exciting woman. [in bed.]

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