[Crowley isn't quite prepared to admit that his cavernous flat in Mayfair was not so much a home as a place for him to put his stuff and take the occasional years-long nap.
But in his heart? The bookshop was always home. Of course it was; Aziraphale was there.
And now he's here, whatever, wherever and whenever here is. As far as Crowley is concerned, that makes the city home.
As he watches inky blackness seeping into the curtains, he's sure his face is doing something ridiculous and soppy; there's something about having his own tastes and preferences not just acknowledged but accepted that's a bit dizzying.
That the midnight black makes a pleasing contrast with the soft cream colours on the other side of the frosted glass.
Yes, Crowley thinks, this could work.]
You know me, angel, I can make myself comfortable anywhere. Just don't overdo the miracles, yeah?
[He doesn't know what will happen - he certainly doesn't want this tentative new home to go up in smoke.]
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Date: 2023-08-05 11:01 pm (UTC)But in his heart? The bookshop was always home. Of course it was; Aziraphale was there.
And now he's here, whatever, wherever and whenever here is. As far as Crowley is concerned, that makes the city home.
As he watches inky blackness seeping into the curtains, he's sure his face is doing something ridiculous and soppy; there's something about having his own tastes and preferences not just acknowledged but accepted that's a bit dizzying.
That the midnight black makes a pleasing contrast with the soft cream colours on the other side of the frosted glass.
Yes, Crowley thinks, this could work.]
You know me, angel, I can make myself comfortable anywhere. Just don't overdo the miracles, yeah?
[He doesn't know what will happen - he certainly doesn't want this tentative new home to go up in smoke.]