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[Friends and Acquaintances]

So, you may or may not have noticed I'm no longer a resident in Castle Wonderfuck. Anyway, to save you getting all maudlin like the little idiots you are, I'm fine. I just moved into town. You can now find me at [insert address here, hurd dur cassa del guts] now we can all move on with our lives.

Speaking of, apparently there was some sort of nightmare epidemic? I just had a dreamless sleep, myself, as per usual, but it seems I was a rare case. Anyway, given that ninety per-cent of you probably have pretty horrific nightmare scenarios all ready to play in your own heads, I'm guessing it wasn't exactly fun for you.

So I'm offering a one-time opportunity for Uncle Crowley to come and sit down with a bottle of alcohol and listen to you bitch and whine about your traumatic experience and then give you some advice with which to continue your sad little lives without wanting to sob into a mug of tea every five seconds.

And that's not because I care, which I don't by the way, it's just to save everyone the headache of dealing with a month of shut ins and psychological breakdowns. No one wants that. It's just sad.

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There's a good man. [He takes a drink] So. How's things?

[He frowns slightly]

Ashura is currently doing his third stint as an inanimate object.

[Which is both annoying and a relief, since he's happy to do without his lover's crushing concern.]

Again?

[The demon lets out a low, appreciative whistle]

What is he this time? A lamp? A fork? An amusing sex toy?

[A wry smirk at that last suggestion]

A painting, actually.

[It could happen and it'd be fun for both of them]

...Well that's a little boring, even by the castle standards.

Boring doesn't hurt too much in this case, I think. I have enough to keep me awake at night at this rate.

Ah, right. The dream thing, correct?

I am not a stranger to dreams, or dream magic, but I generally prefer they stay where they belong and do not invite visitors.

Especially when they star whatever is going on in your head at the time, right?

Of course not. My dreams...my dreams have rarely been pleasant...when I have them at all.

[He knocked back another generous portion of wine]

Two Christmases ago, when we were gifted with pleasant memories, I was actually thankful...

No, I can imagine they're not.

[After all, what little he knows of Felix's life isn't pleasant by any stretch of the imagination. And Crowley has quite a high bar on what can be considered 'unpleasant']

Oh yes...that. I suppose it was inevitable we were going to get the other side of it eventually. The nasty, unpleasant stuff.

Yes, I should have known. Or worse, I should have tried to do something about it. But I let it get the best of me.

[He gives a shrug, finishing off his drink and reaching for a another from the well-stocked table]

You can't blame yourself for that. You're only human, and all that.

It's still a terrible excuse...

Did you get the good dreams from before?

I've heard worse.

No, I just remain dream-free. Something I should probably be grateful for.

Around here? Yes, I suppose you can.

[He pauses again to drain his glass]

I am sorry about Faye.

[The demon looks at his own glass for a moment, before taking a drink, giving a soft shrug of his shoulders]

Yeah...well. I guess it was probably inevitable.