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shifted_logs2009-01-25 10:28 pm
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Characters: Henrietta (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fireintothesky ) and Crowley (exserpens )
Time: Shortly after the revelation that Henrietta is now a foul-mouthed teenager and Crowley is apparently her father :|
Location: The Bentley, eventually the Ritz
Summary: Crowley promised Henrietta dinner at the Ritz, and he's hoping to learn a bit more about the situation he's somehow found himself a part of. Henrietta, meanwhile, is probably going to try to pull a fast one on him somehow. Because she's a teenage girl, and she's a lot like her "father."
Warnings: Language, maybe? Not much else.
It was just as he'd suspected. Under ordinary circumstances Henrietta had her own room in the flat; it'd been one of those things that had come about during the move from Mayfair to Knightsbridge. During the girl's visits to his corner of their shared reality she had her own little space, her own things, and Crowley was generally fine with that. (Really, no one else ever bothered to stop by, so it wasn't as if he'd had to suffer snickering or joking about being "domesticated" or some such rubbish.)
And yet, as he'd predicted, somehow in the space of less than an hour his reality had undergone a shift. The flat was now quite obviously occupied by two people on a regular basis, and everywhere he looked he saw the tell-tale signs of a teenage girl in residence.
Thankfully before he had too much of a chance to roam around and gape at the changes it was time to go, and he and Henrietta piled into the Bentley. Even the buckets of snow in his own version of things couldn't shift his mood away from utter and complete shock, with a slight touch of helplessness.
Averting the Apocalypse had been one thing. But raising someone?
That was scary.
fireintothesky ) and Crowley (exserpens )Time: Shortly after the revelation that Henrietta is now a foul-mouthed teenager and Crowley is apparently her father :|
Location: The Bentley, eventually the Ritz
Summary: Crowley promised Henrietta dinner at the Ritz, and he's hoping to learn a bit more about the situation he's somehow found himself a part of. Henrietta, meanwhile, is probably going to try to pull a fast one on him somehow. Because she's a teenage girl, and she's a lot like her "father."
Warnings: Language, maybe? Not much else.
It was just as he'd suspected. Under ordinary circumstances Henrietta had her own room in the flat; it'd been one of those things that had come about during the move from Mayfair to Knightsbridge. During the girl's visits to his corner of their shared reality she had her own little space, her own things, and Crowley was generally fine with that. (Really, no one else ever bothered to stop by, so it wasn't as if he'd had to suffer snickering or joking about being "domesticated" or some such rubbish.)
And yet, as he'd predicted, somehow in the space of less than an hour his reality had undergone a shift. The flat was now quite obviously occupied by two people on a regular basis, and everywhere he looked he saw the tell-tale signs of a teenage girl in residence.
Thankfully before he had too much of a chance to roam around and gape at the changes it was time to go, and he and Henrietta piled into the Bentley. Even the buckets of snow in his own version of things couldn't shift his mood away from utter and complete shock, with a slight touch of helplessness.
Averting the Apocalypse had been one thing. But raising someone?
That was scary.