[It is such a simple thing to offer, some space for Crowley to put his things, but the angel knows that it means so much more than that to them both. It's a warm, tenable feeling, a love that has roots deep within his heart and has branched and blossomed all around them, still expanding and filling the flat and bookshop that he hopes one day soon they can share without the pretense of Crowley merely visiting.
That day might be coming soon if those are the items Crowley is thinking of bringing over. The plants especially, although the thought of that throne somewhere in the flat or back of the bookshop makes him chuckle. He presses a kiss to a spot on Crowley's head that is free of suds and pretends to mull it over while pouring another cup of clean water over his hair.]
I'm sure we can find a proper place for all of that. We should probably keep that statue of the two angels fornicating upstairs, though. I wouldn't want any customers to get the wrong idea.
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Date: 2020-05-09 02:59 pm (UTC)That day might be coming soon if those are the items Crowley is thinking of bringing over. The plants especially, although the thought of that throne somewhere in the flat or back of the bookshop makes him chuckle. He presses a kiss to a spot on Crowley's head that is free of suds and pretends to mull it over while pouring another cup of clean water over his hair.]
I'm sure we can find a proper place for all of that. We should probably keep that statue of the two angels fornicating upstairs, though. I wouldn't want any customers to get the wrong idea.