Date: 2020-05-09 12:17 am (UTC)
inlovewithmycar: (Got the whole world in his hands)
[ Crowley likes that. Half of the vanity to each of them, puttering around in the bathroom together until, in a few months time, all their things are mixed together.

Crowley remembers happiness as well. Constant, unfathomable, ineffable joy of being in Her service, and yet it was never enough. He always wanted more.

Here, in this moment, it's enough. This joy he feels is fathomable and very effable. They had, in fact, been effing just the other day on the sofa. But it was enough. Half of a vanity. A warm bath with Aziraphale. Little plans for days to come.

He's not sure why it's something so small that hits him so hard, but it does and he turns his soapy head into the crook of Aziraphale's neck.
]

Don't have too many things besides my plants, the Mona Lisa, and some sculptures.

[ He grins against Aziraphale's throat. ]

...And the throne.

[ He loves the throne. It's so cheap, so tacky, so over-the-top, so utterly against his minimalist decor - it was one of the few bits of his actual personality he'd let the Mayfair flat reflect. ]
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