Vampire and demon go to the beach for @hortusanguis

[forrestertailor]

Luka stands on the sand at early morning, with the sky breaking blue over the black water. He wears a long overcoat and feels the wind on his bare legs. In his pockets he has their signed, wine soaked contract, a sarong folded to the size of a handkerchief, and a pocket square wrapped in tissue paper and a flimsy cardboard box. When the demon arrives he’ll negotiate hand off of the pocket square, then run into the surf to be in deep enough water to swim away when the spell is cast.

He doesn’t doubt that Crowley would transform him on the sand and let him flop there suffocating for four hours. An ounce of prevention equals a pound of cure. He’ll do the handoff waist deep in the surf if he needs to.

He wonders if there are any other marlins nearby. Or what the sky looks like reflected on the surface of the waves.

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[hortusanguis]

Crowley does his best to dodge the shot, but still gets some on his coat, and its bloody disgusting. Still, he knew there would be some risk involved, and he can miracle it clean whenever he wishes.

“Come on, now. It’s really not that bad. You got that sharp nose, and no fishy smell.”

In an act of self serving mercy, he makes it so that Luka regains the ability to talk. Mostly because its funny.

What a cheeky fucking icon I love it

[forrestertailor]

“—and your mother gives birth to a six horned goat and your father’s tool rots off!” Fluka’s voice is long and low and bellowing, the sound stretched out by his enormous lung capacity. Still, it wouldn’t appear that his inability to talk halted his need to communicate. His eyes are black and flashing, he throws his weigh to one side and manages to lay upright on his belly again. Fluka gives Crowley another swing and lance with his horn before giving it a rest for the moment.

He flaps his thick tail on the sand and tries wrestling his weight from side to side, seeing how well he can move like this.

“Bring the water up,” he grumbles. “I’ll spend the better part of an hour trying to reach it from here.”