A Fiery Bouquet of Welcome

[serpentinthegarden]

Heard the meet and greet was a bust. Guess the citizens decided to share their gloomy mood with the newbies, typical of humans. When you're in a bad mood you always feel the need to spread it around.

Even Chef has got a dose of it. Usually the candy shop makes a whole spread of goodies for those banquets. This time he didn't even bother suggesting it. I finally tempted him into at least making a few gift baskets... 

[Crowley sneered and looked at one of the baskets.]

Not sure that's a good thing. He was laughing and singing a made up song about hot peppers when he made these.

But it's free right? How bad could they be? If you are new to the Kingdom stop by the candy shop on Main Street to pick up your free basket.

 

Comments

[strangeandunusual]

"Gross magic has ... appropriate side effects. I kind of give off fairy tale hag vibes for a while. And it smells." She said it with that particular expression that toed the line between disgust and relish. "But it works..."

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley sniffed, looked to Lydia, and then to her gross bottle... before hopping through the door so he could pace away safely into the fresh outside air.

"Alright then. Let it rip!"

[strangeandunusual]

She gave him an amused smile as she crouched down in the doorway. She didn't blame him for distancing himself: not only was Crowley himself painstakingly fastidious, but she hated to think of how Aziraphale would react if he came back to their apartment smelling like one of her concoctions. She could just picture his wings bristling, his curly hair practically straightening as those blue eyes widened, and hear the offending scoff. OH! CROWley. What in HEAVEN'S NAME did you get into? The poor demon would probably get purified quicker than Aziraphale could even snap his fingers.

She uncorked the potion bottle, and immediately a smell bloomed out that was so strong it came with visible browny-green vapor trails. Something like mushrooms, yellow Listerine, bleach, and ashes. The liquid came out in a sluggish, drooping stream, which made it easy to control as she poured an even line of it along the doorjamb like mud-colored puff paint. As she poured, she muttered softly, "Potion thick and full of spores, bar Corroded from these doors." A guttering yellow light flared up like a curtain as the last drop touched the opposite edge of the doorframe.

Thankfully, she'd already borne the brunt of most of the miasmic side effects in brewing the stuff, but her hair still grew scraggly and droopy, one of her pupils slowly floated askew, and her teeth turned green and a bit gap-y, as though she'd taken dental hygiene lessons from her favorite mood-ring-haired demon.

"That should work," she said. "Be honest: how bad is it?"

[serpentinthegarden]

That is precisely how it would have gone down and one of the best reasons to avoid having anything to do with gross magic. It was a hideously named style of magic for a start, upsetting to both caster and those who had to exist in their vicinity... especially when after using a spell you can out looking like the nastiest of stereotypical movie witches. All Lydia needed was a wart...

This was why he had never dabbled in it.

"Bad?" Crowley drew a breath in through his teeth and lied like a demon, "It's not bad, at all! No one will ever know the difference."

[strangeandunusual]

Lydia laughed softly. She appreciated the effort, but had a feeling the more quickly she got home and showered, the better.

"Thanks. ... I'm gonna go, but let me know how it works, okay? With any luck at all, you won't need it." She gave him a wave, flashing yellowed fingernails as she headed for the sidewalk.