Anthony J. Crowley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
inlovewithmycar) wrote2020-03-07 01:02 pm
inlovewithmycar) wrote2020-03-07 01:02 pm
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OTHER VERY EXCITING THINGS
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MEME OVERFLOWS
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OTHER VERY EXCITING THINGS
Mmm, yes. Indeed. No other options available to you.
[ His tone is light and teasing as he brushes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead. He's far from done with trying to kiss his love into Aziraphale's skin, and he brushes his lips gently over the angel's forehead. ]
As far as Herself is concerned, I've still got a few grievances I'd like to register. But I suppose it'll have to wait - I've got my hands full with a lovely and dreadfully clever angel for the foreseeable future. Can't really complain since that's how things turned out, yeah?
[ His tone is light and teasing as he brushes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead. He's far from done with trying to kiss his love into Aziraphale's skin, and he brushes his lips gently over the angel's forehead. ]
As far as Herself is concerned, I've still got a few grievances I'd like to register. But I suppose it'll have to wait - I've got my hands full with a lovely and dreadfully clever angel for the foreseeable future. Can't really complain since that's how things turned out, yeah?
[Aziraphale tries to look put out by the teasing, but fails spectacularly when Crowley brushes at his hair and places a gentle kiss on his forehead. He sighs, eyes fluttering shut, the picture of absolute contentment.]
You won't hear a single complaint from me, darling.
[He knows they'll likely never see eye-to-eye on God and Her motives, and that's all right. God's plan is ineffable. Crowley is very much real and knowable, and he's very happy to have him cuddled up in his arms.
Only one thing could make this moment even better...]
Although, if you're taking suggestions, perhaps we can have the ravioli now?
You won't hear a single complaint from me, darling.
[He knows they'll likely never see eye-to-eye on God and Her motives, and that's all right. God's plan is ineffable. Crowley is very much real and knowable, and he's very happy to have him cuddled up in his arms.
Only one thing could make this moment even better...]
Although, if you're taking suggestions, perhaps we can have the ravioli now?
[ Crowley may not be able to see Aziraphale's enchanting smile, but he can certainly hear it in his voice and the demon squirms against him with delight, nuzzling him affectionately. ]
Maybe we're due a visit to the Mediterranean if you've got a hankering for good oysters.
[ He finally peers up, grinning. ]
It'd just be nice to go places with no worries, yeah? Enjoy a nice trip without having to look over our shoulders.
Maybe we're due a visit to the Mediterranean if you've got a hankering for good oysters.
[ He finally peers up, grinning. ]
It'd just be nice to go places with no worries, yeah? Enjoy a nice trip without having to look over our shoulders.
[ Crowley let's out a rumble of laughter, rolling off Aziraphale and curling up at his side instead. ]
Well, I did put you through your paces. Suppose a snack is in order.
[ With a wave of his hand, the pumpkin ravioli and the tiramisu he'd picked up on the way over appear, artfully arranged on plates on a handsome breakfast tray. There's even wine, and a pair of glasses. He presses a few kisses into the soft give of Aziraphale's hip, as if to say 'and this is my snack'. ]
So uh, angel. You know how we were talking about maybe living together earlier...?
Well, I did put you through your paces. Suppose a snack is in order.
[ With a wave of his hand, the pumpkin ravioli and the tiramisu he'd picked up on the way over appear, artfully arranged on plates on a handsome breakfast tray. There's even wine, and a pair of glasses. He presses a few kisses into the soft give of Aziraphale's hip, as if to say 'and this is my snack'. ]
So uh, angel. You know how we were talking about maybe living together earlier...?
Barcelona, perhaps? Or Crete?
[It only just occurs to him how tethered they've been to the London metropolitan area while trying to prevent Armageddon. Not that he doesn't love London, but it'd be nice to stretch his wings, especially with Crowley by his side.
He smiles at Crowley, giving him a little nuzzle in return.]
Not only that, but we won't have any obligations, either. [He lowers his voice, as if confessing a secret.] I found a lot of those assignments rather pointless, to be honest. Especially as we were more or less canceling one another out.
[It only just occurs to him how tethered they've been to the London metropolitan area while trying to prevent Armageddon. Not that he doesn't love London, but it'd be nice to stretch his wings, especially with Crowley by his side.
He smiles at Crowley, giving him a little nuzzle in return.]
Not only that, but we won't have any obligations, either. [He lowers his voice, as if confessing a secret.] I found a lot of those assignments rather pointless, to be honest. Especially as we were more or less canceling one another out.
[Aziraphale wiggles in delight at the miracle'd display before him. He would have done the same thing, not wanting to leave the bed, but it's thoughtful of Crowley to take care of it instead. Laughter bubbles out of him at Crowley's hip kisses, knowing exactly what his clever demon is implying.]
Sit up with me, dear. You promised you'd give the ravioli a try.
[He pours them both a glass of wine, then looks at Crowley.]
Yes, I remember. Did you want to work out the logistics while we eat?
Sit up with me, dear. You promised you'd give the ravioli a try.
[He pours them both a glass of wine, then looks at Crowley.]
Yes, I remember. Did you want to work out the logistics while we eat?
[ Crowley laughs; not the harsh cynical kind of laugh he's always had, but warm and light. ]
You know, I hate to say 'I told you so'...
[ He grins as he teases Aziraphale about something he's been saying since the tenth century. Crowley has to remind himself that it's alright to be this happy, that he doesn't have to worry about whatever challenges may be down the road. He can think about a future that doesn't involve punishment. ]
Anyway, don't see why we can't do both? Take a round trip. Good grief, we could even join a tourist group.
You know, I hate to say 'I told you so'...
[ He grins as he teases Aziraphale about something he's been saying since the tenth century. Crowley has to remind himself that it's alright to be this happy, that he doesn't have to worry about whatever challenges may be down the road. He can think about a future that doesn't involve punishment. ]
Anyway, don't see why we can't do both? Take a round trip. Good grief, we could even join a tourist group.
[That laugh is delightful to hear, enough that Aziraphale only pouts a little bit at the teasing that follows.]
You most certainly don't hate to say that. [Sigh.] I'd like to think that I did some good in the world... even if it wasn't officially sanctioned by Upstairs.
[But anyway. Vacations. He chuckles a little at the idea of being led along by a tour guide through places they'd been decades or even centuries before.]
That'd be fun. We could keep a list of all the historical facts they get wrong.
You most certainly don't hate to say that. [Sigh.] I'd like to think that I did some good in the world... even if it wasn't officially sanctioned by Upstairs.
[But anyway. Vacations. He chuckles a little at the idea of being led along by a tour guide through places they'd been decades or even centuries before.]
That'd be fun. We could keep a list of all the historical facts they get wrong.
I did, didn't I? Right then, just a nibble.
[ Crowley sucks a mark onto Aziraphale's hip, as if to say he'll be back there later, and slithers up to join Aziraphale, chin rested lazily on his shoulder. Crowley doesn't dislike food - quite the opposite in fact, but large meals tend to leave him feeling lethargic, so he tends to just sample a morsel or two from whatever Aziraphale picks out. ]
And, uh -
[ Crowley shifts nervously. ]
- I mean, if you wanted to get out the city, I've got a place in Sussex. Used it as storage mostly, but. S'nice. Needs some work, probably, haven't done any upkeep on it since we went to work for the Dowlings, but... yeah.
[ Crowley sucks a mark onto Aziraphale's hip, as if to say he'll be back there later, and slithers up to join Aziraphale, chin rested lazily on his shoulder. Crowley doesn't dislike food - quite the opposite in fact, but large meals tend to leave him feeling lethargic, so he tends to just sample a morsel or two from whatever Aziraphale picks out. ]
And, uh -
[ Crowley shifts nervously. ]
- I mean, if you wanted to get out the city, I've got a place in Sussex. Used it as storage mostly, but. S'nice. Needs some work, probably, haven't done any upkeep on it since we went to work for the Dowlings, but... yeah.
[That earns a squeak from the angel, although really he should expect by now that Crowley will take any opportunity to kiss or mark him, especially if there's a pun involved.
With the edge of his fork, he cuts one of the raviolis in half, revealing its creamy, orange center. The ravioli is in a light brown butter and sage sauce, and he makes sure there are a few flecks of the herb on the bite he brings up to Crowley's mouth, balanced carefully on the tines of the fork.]
Just a nibble. As requested.
[Once Crowley has taken his bite, Aziraphale will eat the other half with his usual amount of gusto. Delicious, as always. He sighs happily at the balance of sweet and savory flavors before looking at Crowley again in surprise.]
You have a place in Sussex?
[And for storage? What has Crowley been keeping there? Is that why his flat in Mayfair is so spartan and bare? He's about to ask until the reason Crowley brought it up in the first place catches up to him. His surprise softens into a tender expression, a hand reaching out to take Crowley's.]
Would you like that? Instead of moving in here, for us to live outside the city and put a home together from scratch?
With the edge of his fork, he cuts one of the raviolis in half, revealing its creamy, orange center. The ravioli is in a light brown butter and sage sauce, and he makes sure there are a few flecks of the herb on the bite he brings up to Crowley's mouth, balanced carefully on the tines of the fork.]
Just a nibble. As requested.
[Once Crowley has taken his bite, Aziraphale will eat the other half with his usual amount of gusto. Delicious, as always. He sighs happily at the balance of sweet and savory flavors before looking at Crowley again in surprise.]
You have a place in Sussex?
[And for storage? What has Crowley been keeping there? Is that why his flat in Mayfair is so spartan and bare? He's about to ask until the reason Crowley brought it up in the first place catches up to him. His surprise softens into a tender expression, a hand reaching out to take Crowley's.]
Would you like that? Instead of moving in here, for us to live outside the city and put a home together from scratch?
[ Crowley chews thoughtfully on the offered morsel. It isn't bad, though he's finding he likes the sauce more than the ravioli itself. Still, it's hardly offensive, and surprisingly better than he thought it would be so it gets the 'mm' of approval and the press of a tender kiss to the back of Aziraphale's neck. ]
Dunno - but it's an option, if that sort of thing appeals. You should see it at least - I'd like to get your opinion before I do anything with the place.
[ He manages to keep his tone vague and noncommittal as he doesn't want Aziraphale to feel pressured into a whole new lifestyle. But the way the angel says it, build a home together, makes something old and and broken in him ache. He's never been able to call a place home; even his brief stint as an angel he hadn't been in Heaven much. The closest thing to feeling like somewhere he belonged was just Aziraphale.
But something they build together... Warm summer evenings in the garden, cold winter nights curled up together by the fire in the study, mornings in the kitchen making breakfast together... ]
Dunno - but it's an option, if that sort of thing appeals. You should see it at least - I'd like to get your opinion before I do anything with the place.
[ He manages to keep his tone vague and noncommittal as he doesn't want Aziraphale to feel pressured into a whole new lifestyle. But the way the angel says it, build a home together, makes something old and and broken in him ache. He's never been able to call a place home; even his brief stint as an angel he hadn't been in Heaven much. The closest thing to feeling like somewhere he belonged was just Aziraphale.
But something they build together... Warm summer evenings in the garden, cold winter nights curled up together by the fire in the study, mornings in the kitchen making breakfast together... ]
[That little sound of approval is enough for Aziraphale, the corners of his mouth turning up into a pleased smile. Not that he and Crowley can't have differing tastes in food, so long as he acknowledges that the angel knows what's good.
The rest of the ravioli can wait a moment while he gives Crowley his full attention. Crowley is being so careful with his feelings, as always, not wanting to push. He runs his thumb over Crowley's knuckles in reassurance. It's okay to ask. To want. Just as much for Crowley as for Aziraphale.
I would very much like to see it. Especially whatever you've been squirreling away all these years.
[He takes a look around at the bedroom and his own personal horde.]
I can't imagine parting with the bookshop, but... well, the flat above isn't much of a home, is it? Just the little spaces I've carved out for us. It'd be nice to start fresh, with both of our styles in mind.
The rest of the ravioli can wait a moment while he gives Crowley his full attention. Crowley is being so careful with his feelings, as always, not wanting to push. He runs his thumb over Crowley's knuckles in reassurance. It's okay to ask. To want. Just as much for Crowley as for Aziraphale.
I would very much like to see it. Especially whatever you've been squirreling away all these years.
[He takes a look around at the bedroom and his own personal horde.]
I can't imagine parting with the bookshop, but... well, the flat above isn't much of a home, is it? Just the little spaces I've carved out for us. It'd be nice to start fresh, with both of our styles in mind.
You're right, I don't.
[ Crowley writhes smugly up against Aziraphale, looking like the cat that caught the canary. After over a thousand years, Crowley feels that sweet, sweet vindication. ]
Besides, I think most of the unsanctioned good did much more for people than whatever Gabriel might've thought appropriate.
[ Wasn't that always the case? Their respective offices had been rather out of touch. Well, not their problem anymore. Crowley instead focuses his attention on tracing little circles onto Aziraphale's abdomen with his knuckles. ]
Mm, we could make a game of it. Historical inaccuracy bingo.
[ Crowley writhes smugly up against Aziraphale, looking like the cat that caught the canary. After over a thousand years, Crowley feels that sweet, sweet vindication. ]
Besides, I think most of the unsanctioned good did much more for people than whatever Gabriel might've thought appropriate.
[ Wasn't that always the case? Their respective offices had been rather out of touch. Well, not their problem anymore. Crowley instead focuses his attention on tracing little circles onto Aziraphale's abdomen with his knuckles. ]
Mm, we could make a game of it. Historical inaccuracy bingo.
[Aziraphale can feel that cozy smugness as sure as the flashes of love he picks up every so often with his angelic powers. He humphs and draws Crowley in a bit closer, one hand placed possessively on his rear to curtail the writhing.]
There's also the good you've done over the years. Most definitely unsanctioned.
[Aziraphale at least had some wiggle room on helping out humans on his own initiative. Crowley wasn't even allowed that (for obvious reasons) and yet somehow made things better, or at least not any worse.
Crowley's light touch on his tummy makes him giggle, along with the notion of turning incorrect facts into a game.]
We'll need a scorecard for each city. Bonus points if the tour guide is a native and ought to know better.
There's also the good you've done over the years. Most definitely unsanctioned.
[Aziraphale at least had some wiggle room on helping out humans on his own initiative. Crowley wasn't even allowed that (for obvious reasons) and yet somehow made things better, or at least not any worse.
Crowley's light touch on his tummy makes him giggle, along with the notion of turning incorrect facts into a game.]
We'll need a scorecard for each city. Bonus points if the tour guide is a native and ought to know better.
I wouldn't ever ask you to give up the shop. Ever.
[ He tries to stubbornly wriggle his way down into the sheets, as if to indicate that the mere thought of selling the bookdshop is unfathomable. ]
It's home. Feels like it's been home even before it was built.
[ It's hard to put it into words, the way that, over the centuries, they gradually converged onto this little corner of a soggy island. And he wants. He wants so much, afraid it's too much -and there is nothing Crowley fears more than Aziraphale swallowing his own needs just to appease the demon. ]
...But yeah, I won't pretend building up from scratch doesn't appeal. And, well, it's not like the cottage is on the other side of the world. S'an hour and a half away -
[ Which means forty five minutes by infernal automobile. ]
- and just imagine how erratic your opening hours would become. How many customers you wouldn't have to deal with.
[ Crowley does a mock swoon in a passable attempt at Aziraphale's prim accent. ]
"Oh, I couldn't possibly stay open another minute. I'm only in town for the weekend and my dreadfully dapper partner will be picking me up for our dinner date any moment now!"
[ He tries to stubbornly wriggle his way down into the sheets, as if to indicate that the mere thought of selling the bookdshop is unfathomable. ]
It's home. Feels like it's been home even before it was built.
[ It's hard to put it into words, the way that, over the centuries, they gradually converged onto this little corner of a soggy island. And he wants. He wants so much, afraid it's too much -and there is nothing Crowley fears more than Aziraphale swallowing his own needs just to appease the demon. ]
...But yeah, I won't pretend building up from scratch doesn't appeal. And, well, it's not like the cottage is on the other side of the world. S'an hour and a half away -
[ Which means forty five minutes by infernal automobile. ]
- and just imagine how erratic your opening hours would become. How many customers you wouldn't have to deal with.
[ Crowley does a mock swoon in a passable attempt at Aziraphale's prim accent. ]
"Oh, I couldn't possibly stay open another minute. I'm only in town for the weekend and my dreadfully dapper partner will be picking me up for our dinner date any moment now!"
[Aziraphale knows that Crowley would never ask him to give up the shop, but it's nice to hear. Even nicer to know that Crowley thinks of it the same way he does, as this little spot of Earth to settle on and putting down roots. Somehow, without ever explicitly agreeing to it, throwing in their lot with humans instead of their superiors.]
Don't sulk, dear, I know you wouldn't.
[He also knows that Crowley is worried about pushing him into agreeing to something he isn't ready for. But after thousands of years of saying 'no', Aziraphale is eager to start answering 'yes'. Enthusiastically, and without second thoughts.
Crowley's imitation makes him laugh so hard he snorts. There's really no need to convince him, he finds himself warming up to the idea rather quickly.]
Let's take a peek at it tomorrow, hmm? We can see what the neighborhood is like, too. There needs to be at least one decent restaurant. I don't want to have to come back to London every time I'm feeling peckish.
[He goes back to his ravioli, as if to demonstrate, humming happily over his second bite and licking the sauce from the tines of his fork. He's certain that Crowley wouldn't want to miss seeing this on a regular basis.]
Don't sulk, dear, I know you wouldn't.
[He also knows that Crowley is worried about pushing him into agreeing to something he isn't ready for. But after thousands of years of saying 'no', Aziraphale is eager to start answering 'yes'. Enthusiastically, and without second thoughts.
Crowley's imitation makes him laugh so hard he snorts. There's really no need to convince him, he finds himself warming up to the idea rather quickly.]
Let's take a peek at it tomorrow, hmm? We can see what the neighborhood is like, too. There needs to be at least one decent restaurant. I don't want to have to come back to London every time I'm feeling peckish.
[He goes back to his ravioli, as if to demonstrate, humming happily over his second bite and licking the sauce from the tines of his fork. He's certain that Crowley wouldn't want to miss seeing this on a regular basis.]
[ Crowley hums his agreement into Azirphale's neck, watching with unrestrained delight as the angel enjoys his dinner. Thoughts of holding Aziraphale's hand as they stroll down the country lanes check as they investigate the local dining scene, perhaps trying the occasional free sample. ]
I'll pack a hamper, just in case. Whatever else, the area's on the picturesque side of things. Would make for excellent picnicking.
[ His hands fold over the swell of Aziraphale's stomach, squeezing him in a gentle hug. Crowley knows all too well that the path to Aziraphale's heart starts here and while Crowley's eating habits are far more erratic, it is one of the many earthly pleasures they have in common. ]
I'll pack a hamper, just in case. Whatever else, the area's on the picturesque side of things. Would make for excellent picnicking.
[ His hands fold over the swell of Aziraphale's stomach, squeezing him in a gentle hug. Crowley knows all too well that the path to Aziraphale's heart starts here and while Crowley's eating habits are far more erratic, it is one of the many earthly pleasures they have in common. ]
Oh, what a delightful idea. Can I help you? We can get everything we need at Harrods before we go.
[What a fun bit of domesticity that will be, strolling the food hall, hand in hand, picking out items at each stall and filling their basket. He sighs and leans back into Crowley's embrace, a hand pressed over the ones on his stomach while he finishes the ravioli. He'll offer Crowley another bite here and there without pushing, but when he tries the tiramisu and makes a barely restrained moan at its taste, the next bite is immediately presented to the demon.]
Dear, I insist you try this as well. It's a little coffee cloud of perfection.
[What a fun bit of domesticity that will be, strolling the food hall, hand in hand, picking out items at each stall and filling their basket. He sighs and leans back into Crowley's embrace, a hand pressed over the ones on his stomach while he finishes the ravioli. He'll offer Crowley another bite here and there without pushing, but when he tries the tiramisu and makes a barely restrained moan at its taste, the next bite is immediately presented to the demon.]
Dear, I insist you try this as well. It's a little coffee cloud of perfection.
You and me, going shopping together?
[ Crowley couldn't have sounded more delighted if Aziraphale had told him Halloween had come early. ]
Yesss, let's. Maybe grab breakfast to go and have it at the park before we head out?
[ He's well-aware of how good the tiramisu is - it's one of the few things he'll even consider having more than a bite of, and would never be so crass as to get Aziraphale a second rate dessert. But he takes a bite of the proffered forkful and does a rather marvelous job of feigning surprise at it's quality. ]
You can really taste the espresso and yet it doesn't overwhelm. May have to get some next time I'm feeling peckish.
[ Crowley couldn't have sounded more delighted if Aziraphale had told him Halloween had come early. ]
Yesss, let's. Maybe grab breakfast to go and have it at the park before we head out?
[ He's well-aware of how good the tiramisu is - it's one of the few things he'll even consider having more than a bite of, and would never be so crass as to get Aziraphale a second rate dessert. But he takes a bite of the proffered forkful and does a rather marvelous job of feigning surprise at it's quality. ]
You can really taste the espresso and yet it doesn't overwhelm. May have to get some next time I'm feeling peckish.
Ah, but all of it was to further my truly wicked ends -
[ He laughs because even he can't keep a straight face for so blatant a lie. Oh, when he got caught, he could spin it to his former superiors as some grand evil scheme, but
Aziraphale knew. And Crowley is quite happy for it.
The little giggle from the angel earns him a tender kiss to the cheek. ]
Double that if they're an actual historian. Or claim to be.
[ He laughs because even he can't keep a straight face for so blatant a lie. Oh, when he got caught, he could spin it to his former superiors as some grand evil scheme, but
Aziraphale knew. And Crowley is quite happy for it.
The little giggle from the angel earns him a tender kiss to the cheek. ]
Double that if they're an actual historian. Or claim to be.
[Aziraphale turns in Crowley's arms just enough to smile at him, wanting to see that delight with his own eyes.]
Sounds like a plan.
[He could have just as easily let Crowley pack a basket on his own, the demon knows his preferences well enough by now, but why pass on a chance to do something together, out in the open?]
I'm glad it meets your standards. I know it's one of your favorites.
[He returns to the tiramisu, giving Crowley another bite or two in between his own. Once they're done, he miracles away the empty plates and silverware, leaving behind just the wine.]
So tell me, how long have you owned this property? And what have you been accumulating there that you didn't have room for in your flat?
Sounds like a plan.
[He could have just as easily let Crowley pack a basket on his own, the demon knows his preferences well enough by now, but why pass on a chance to do something together, out in the open?]
I'm glad it meets your standards. I know it's one of your favorites.
[He returns to the tiramisu, giving Crowley another bite or two in between his own. Once they're done, he miracles away the empty plates and silverware, leaving behind just the wine.]
So tell me, how long have you owned this property? And what have you been accumulating there that you didn't have room for in your flat?
[ There's a yelp from Crowley when he feels the pressure of Aziraphale palming what little bum he has, and the demon is sure to retaliate with a wicked tongue to Aziraphale's nipple, when instead he's drawn into a kiss.
Oh, how easy it is to distract Crowley with kissing. He practically forgets to be contrarian on principle simply from the warmth of Aziraphale's lips.
Over the centuries they'd been rather evenly matched in their bickering. He suspects Aziraphale is going to wind up with the upper hand now. ]
Mmm, yes. Activities. All sorts of things to get up to on holiday. I'll have to plan what manner of devious things I can rope you into.
Oh, how easy it is to distract Crowley with kissing. He practically forgets to be contrarian on principle simply from the warmth of Aziraphale's lips.
Over the centuries they'd been rather evenly matched in their bickering. He suspects Aziraphale is going to wind up with the upper hand now. ]
Mmm, yes. Activities. All sorts of things to get up to on holiday. I'll have to plan what manner of devious things I can rope you into.
[ Crowley shrugs. ]
Not long after you got your shop. Every couple hundred years, I transfer it to a new place. Just happened to kind of like this one.
[ He's a little more cagey about what he's been keeping stowed away in boxes and crates - he's sure Aziraphale will recognize a significant portion of it - most of the little souvenirs Crowley hoarded greedily were to remind him of happy times, and much of those times involved Aziraphale. ]
You know, things. Of the sentimental variety - most of which I didn't want to explain to other demons Hell sends by. It wasn't often but... they never call ahead of time so. Couldn't have anything on display that didn't have nine layers of plausible deniability attached to it.
[ Crowley didn't live in the mausoleum he calls a flat because he likes the brutal concrete architecture. He lives there because he was trying to cultivate a very particular image. The kind he didn't dare stray from lest someone be on to him. ]
Not long after you got your shop. Every couple hundred years, I transfer it to a new place. Just happened to kind of like this one.
[ He's a little more cagey about what he's been keeping stowed away in boxes and crates - he's sure Aziraphale will recognize a significant portion of it - most of the little souvenirs Crowley hoarded greedily were to remind him of happy times, and much of those times involved Aziraphale. ]
You know, things. Of the sentimental variety - most of which I didn't want to explain to other demons Hell sends by. It wasn't often but... they never call ahead of time so. Couldn't have anything on display that didn't have nine layers of plausible deniability attached to it.
[ Crowley didn't live in the mausoleum he calls a flat because he likes the brutal concrete architecture. He lives there because he was trying to cultivate a very particular image. The kind he didn't dare stray from lest someone be on to him. ]
[He's been in the habit of kissing Crowley for less than twenty-four hours and already he knows that he'll never tire of it. The fact that he can use it as a distraction is simply a bonus. There's also the unfortunate side effect that it distracts himself just as easily. When they part, he blinks at Crowley dazedly for a moment or two before picking up the thread of conversation.]
Oh, yes... you've already mentioned the ropes...
[No. Wait.]
Just remember that we're stuck with these corporations for the time being. Make sure it's only devious and not dangerous.
Oh, yes... you've already mentioned the ropes...
[No. Wait.]
Just remember that we're stuck with these corporations for the time being. Make sure it's only devious and not dangerous.
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