It’s more than a little unsettling to be face to face with himself, particularly considering where he was in the waking world a moment ago and where he is now. Before he can stop himself he’s blurted out, “Oh Lord. A psychopomp.”
Then the reflexive desire to be polite kicks in, and he winces. “Ah. So sorry. Yes. You’re quite right, it is the first time. I’m—well, you, but from the outside. Hello.”
For the space of a breath he considers his doppelgänger’s outfit. Apparently here in Crowley’s psyche he’s still well-dressed: the gown he wears is fine wool, in soft earthen shades, cut to flatter. Strange that his hair hasn’t changed, though. Possibly it’s because Crowley’s never seen him with exceptionally long hair.
“I wouldn’t normally impose,” he confesses, hoping that his double will understand or at least empathize. “Only it’s been the better part of a year. I don’t suppose you could help me get his attention?”
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I hope it leads to kissing so as long as we get there… ;)
Date: 2022-08-04 03:25 am (UTC)Then the reflexive desire to be polite kicks in, and he winces. “Ah. So sorry. Yes. You’re quite right, it is the first time. I’m—well, you, but from the outside. Hello.”
For the space of a breath he considers his doppelgänger’s outfit. Apparently here in Crowley’s psyche he’s still well-dressed: the gown he wears is fine wool, in soft earthen shades, cut to flatter. Strange that his hair hasn’t changed, though. Possibly it’s because Crowley’s never seen him with exceptionally long hair.
“I wouldn’t normally impose,” he confesses, hoping that his double will understand or at least empathize. “Only it’s been the better part of a year. I don’t suppose you could help me get his attention?”