It's like walking into a room that's been somehow rearranged; that strange sensation of knowing that something is different, but not knowing what, or where, or how. Crowley's expression falters, a faint, puzzled line between his eyebrows. Something's not... something's...
He can't seem to hold onto the thought. It's slippery, and he's not all of a-piece in any case, and he can't seem to remember why he's paused, mid-sentence.
It slides from his thoughts, as easily a faint grin slides back onto his face.
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Date: 2009-08-15 07:21 pm (UTC)It's like walking into a room that's been somehow rearranged; that strange sensation of knowing that something is different, but not knowing what, or where, or how. Crowley's expression falters, a faint, puzzled line between his eyebrows. Something's not... something's...
He can't seem to hold onto the thought. It's slippery, and he's not all of a-piece in any case, and he can't seem to remember why he's paused, mid-sentence.
It slides from his thoughts, as easily a faint grin slides back onto his face.
"Good," Crowley says again.