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mekachu04Crowley didn't always have to drive out of town to skate.
He could still skate at his local rink; it wasn't so much that he was worried his team would mock or berate him. Worse. They might even be supportive. But Lucifer, one of his oldest friends, got... weird.. when he staked with other people. like. he didn't seem to mind that sometimes Crowley's pulled on a pair of blades with toe picks on them, but instead got offended that Crowley wanted to do this ... with other people than his team.
and Crowley would be happy to dance with any member of the Damion Lake Demons if any of them seemed interested in doing so, but none of them, Lucifer included, did. Sometimes Danica and Ligur would watch him skate, but they never really wanted to join him. so finally, Crowley just started to go away to do it.
Eventually, the ended with his skating with another group of misfits in South Harbor. Spike had, like Crowley, not always strictly liked to skate in slacks, and Salley refused to skate in a skirt. and shadwell just wanted a place to belong. competitively, they'd never get to skate. not unless some rules finally got overturned real fast ( the black and queer skating communities had been pushing back for a long time on the unfair, and usually blatantly racist and sexist guildlines)
[salley - agatha elwes, spike Bailey Patrick, Shadwell Scott Arthur]
Salley and spike tended to do their dances together, and Shdawell was a strange replacement for Crowley's last partner [gotta look up his naaaame] but a welcome one. he was a bit odd, had some funny feelings on the matter of the occult, but overall fairly harmless. the biggest issue with Shadwell was those who believed what he said, and either beat him up for it, or worse, acted on his voiced options. it had taken some getting used to, but Crowley had come to the option that shadwell was just as damaged by his up bringing as the rest of them, and while he sprouted off the party line as any invocation, just has he'd no doubt been trained to do his whole life, his heart wasn't into a single word he said.
unfortunately, some of the shit he said was indeed quite hurtful and fowl, and Crowley had restrained himself many a times from hitting his dance partner, how remained oblivious to it the whole while. it was things Crowley had tried to talk to him about, to get him to stop saying things he clearly didn't believe, but it was going to take someone more invest that him to break shadwell of a lifetime of vitriol.
good thing for the man, the woman who lived next door to him seemed to be of the same mind as Crowley. but with the fortitude and interest in the man to stick around
He could still skate at his local rink; it wasn't so much that he was worried his team would mock or berate him. Worse. They might even be supportive. But Lucifer, one of his oldest friends, got... weird.. when he staked with other people. like. he didn't seem to mind that sometimes Crowley's pulled on a pair of blades with toe picks on them, but instead got offended that Crowley wanted to do this ... with other people than his team.
and Crowley would be happy to dance with any member of the Damion Lake Demons if any of them seemed interested in doing so, but none of them, Lucifer included, did. Sometimes Danica and Ligur would watch him skate, but they never really wanted to join him. so finally, Crowley just started to go away to do it.
Eventually, the ended with his skating with another group of misfits in South Harbor. Spike had, like Crowley, not always strictly liked to skate in slacks, and Salley refused to skate in a skirt. and shadwell just wanted a place to belong. competitively, they'd never get to skate. not unless some rules finally got overturned real fast ( the black and queer skating communities had been pushing back for a long time on the unfair, and usually blatantly racist and sexist guildlines)
[salley - agatha elwes, spike Bailey Patrick, Shadwell Scott Arthur]
Salley and spike tended to do their dances together, and Shdawell was a strange replacement for Crowley's last partner [gotta look up his naaaame] but a welcome one. he was a bit odd, had some funny feelings on the matter of the occult, but overall fairly harmless. the biggest issue with Shadwell was those who believed what he said, and either beat him up for it, or worse, acted on his voiced options. it had taken some getting used to, but Crowley had come to the option that shadwell was just as damaged by his up bringing as the rest of them, and while he sprouted off the party line as any invocation, just has he'd no doubt been trained to do his whole life, his heart wasn't into a single word he said.
unfortunately, some of the shit he said was indeed quite hurtful and fowl, and Crowley had restrained himself many a times from hitting his dance partner, how remained oblivious to it the whole while. it was things Crowley had tried to talk to him about, to get him to stop saying things he clearly didn't believe, but it was going to take someone more invest that him to break shadwell of a lifetime of vitriol.
good thing for the man, the woman who lived next door to him seemed to be of the same mind as Crowley. but with the fortitude and interest in the man to stick around
