Ooh, love (there he goes again)

[inlovewithmycar]

WHO: Crowley (inlovewithmycar) & YOU

WHAT: The Bentley has landed.

WHERE: Greenhouse, outside Casa de Gayngel, various

WHEN: Latter half of November, edging into December

WARNINGS: Gratuitous Queen lyrics ahoy. Crowley playing with the forbidden silly putty. Probably some other stuff down the line.

Starters below :3

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[abit_ofboth]

Though this is Loki’s first trip to the gardens, he’s been meaning to come for awhile. He does love gardens of all shapes and sizes and has been interested in having some plants in his apartment… or at very least on his balcony and what better place to see what kinds of plants grow in this strange city than in the gardens that seem native to the area.

What he doesn’t expect to find is Crowley melting glass in the area. The man’s current stat of glee doesn’t bother Loki, though he is curious. Having been raised on Asgard where the weather is always perfect, he’s unused to such things as greenhouses and their requirements for growing plants in the winter time. He gives the man a thoughtful look and cocks his head curiously as he merely watches him for a moment.

“I assume what you are doing has a purpose?” It might not, he doesn’t really know Crowley well enough to say such things, but it seems a good enough opener as any.

[inlovewithmycar]

"Oh yes," Crowley says, although the ball of molten glass goes through several cycles of being squashed, stretched and rolled into a ball before he decides to elaborate.

"The greenhouse appeared in a state. I'm fixing the broken panes - hopefully I can get it done before winter-proper rears its ugly head."

Crowley is a peculiar creature about temperature. Demons and angels, technically, are quite immune to such things, but Crowley's been on Earth for a while and adapted some peculiar neurosis. He could gleefully hop, skip, and jump (it's not frolicking, shut up) across the surface of the sun without a care in the world, but heaven forfend that the temperature drop so much as a tiny fraction below a balmy 20°C or he'll complain endlessly about it.

But while Crowley is weird about temperature, plants very much aren't. If it's too hot, they die. If it's too cold, they die. They're very consistent like that.

[abit_ofboth]

It also doesn’t bother Loki that it takes a bit before he gets a full response. He’s quite taken with watching Crowley work with the glass, moulding it to how he wants it. Working with your hands like that isn’t something Loki has much experience with, but it seems rather satisfying.

“Would you like some help?” Another thing Loki really isn’t used to is wanting to help, and certainly not offering help even when he did, but this place seems to be changing him. Or maybe it’s really just the people he’s met here, but really a lot of it is likely more to do with his love of plantlife.

Loki is also peculiar about temperature, though his is very much physiological. He, of course, is fine with warm temperatures, but he does often think of his few trips to Jotunheim and how wonderful the cold had felt. He hadn’t really had the time to enjoy, or really even consider that at the time, but now he wonders about what a winter might actually feel like.

“Do you think this place will see snow?” Of course he knows that Crowley likely has as much of an answer to that as he does himself, but he also clearly knows a lot more about the climate of Earth than he does.

[inlovewithmycar]

"Hope not. This place is cold and quiet enough without adding snow to the mix," he says, thinking of those rare snowy nights - proper snows, not the soggy stuff that turns to rain after a couple of hours - where the roar of London's nightlife would be smothered under a gradually thickening blanket of snow.

It got so quiet, Crowley could start to hear himself think, and that level of introspection never led to anything good.

The city is vast enough with a population in and about a hundred people, without any bugs or foxes or drunk college students or other urban wildlife out and about making the sort of ambient noise Crowley had gotten so used to.

It was almost as quiet as that time before time. Before much of anything, really.

Snow would make the city unbearable. Best not to dwell on it.

"Has the god of mischief ever fit a replacement pane...?" he asks with a curious lift of his brow.

[abit_ofboth]

“You do not like snow then?” Loki frowns slightly. He’s really only experienced snow in the frozen wilds of Jotunheim, but he knows of what Midgardian snow can be like. It always seemed calm and quite beautiful. He must admit, at least to himself, that since he realized that this place was getting cooler that maybe he might get to experience it for himself.

The idea that it might be too quiet doesn’t occur to Loki. Despite his rather chaotic nature, even he likes peace and quiet sometimes and he has a bit of a romantic notion of sitting on his balcony as the snow falls over the quiet city. Though really, with this place such peace would likely come with more awfulness. Who knew what this place would stir up next?

Loki chuckles at that, rather enjoying the use of one of his titles in what he thinks is in jest. “I cannot say I have, but I am a rather quick learner.”