9: Ghosts of Christmas Past
Dec. 23rd, 2010 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The SFC turns on accidently as it is jostled in Crowley's coat pocket. There is nothing to be seen except the dark fabric of the pocket itself, but one can hear snippets of a rather one sided conversation from Crowley...]
Go away. You know that I only went with you people because I thought it was a good idea at the time.
[A heated pause. Crowley doesn't sound happy at all.]
No, Falling was never something I wanted! I was happy, you know, but no, you had to go and tempt me with your ideas...stop saying I'm weak for liking human beings, stop it, I'm not weak at all...
[There is the sound of what seems like a threatening hiss from a cobra.]
I didn't ask for any of thisssssssss!!
[And suddenly, the SFC falls out of his pocket, and catches a glimpse of what looks to be a creature more snake than man. Maybe the more astute of you would recognize it for who it truly is...And then the SFC turns off.]
[Crowley has a few demons in his closet...]