Crowley can see the glimmer of the water. No guards or anything around holy water, that still boggles his mind! But he thinks, he imagines the car can go faster. And the speed picks up, but the creature starts to circle it. Black, inky smoke, twisting in strange tendrils. Crowley can almost hear it sniffing, picking up the dying purple light in his palm that amplifies his aura and scent.
The creature twists and the trolly convulses.
"No, you don't!" Crowley says, and he presses harder. Faster. They head directly for the small, delicate looking red bridge over the body of water in the garden.
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Date: 2019-07-26 09:34 pm (UTC)The creature twists and the trolly convulses.
"No, you don't!" Crowley says, and he presses harder. Faster. They head directly for the small, delicate looking red bridge over the body of water in the garden.