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    “Oh, shit,” Crowley muttered, but it came out more like ‘ohkjfd—‘

    The man— A bloody priest was still keeping his umbrella over Crowley. The fabric of his button-up had darkened on his shoulders, now throughly drenched.

    He could see more details, now, and Crowley stared. The priest had round, gentle features, and a shock of hair so blond it looked white collected in messy, soft curls. There was some sense of deep-sedated sadness in his grey-blue eyes, as he looked down at Crowley.

    “I’d imagine that you need to get back up on your feet, then, son,” the priest said, sounding somehow tired. “You can’t stay here.”

    “…I have nowhere to go,” Crowley replied, feeling like his tongue was double in size in his mouth. It was a lie, and wasn’t one at the same time.

    He could technically go anywhere he wanted, as long as the Bentley stopped pouting at him for getting high again, but he had nowhere to go.

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    13 Oct 2019

  2. Rec 88

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    An always chronological, sometimes consecutive series focused on Crowley's experience with chronic pain and ableism, as well as his budding relationship with Aziraphale.

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    12 Oct 2019

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    “Do you remember the, ah, the bit about the serpent, after the ordeal with the apple and such? Cursed above all the cattle and every beast of the field, upon thy belly thou shalt go, dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life, et cetera?”

    Aziraphale nods.

    “And here I am, not, you know, crawling on my belly, obviously, so. Got to be punished for that prolonged bout of disobedience.” Crowley shrugs, then hides the accompanying wince.

    Aziraphale’s brow wrinkles. “I’m afraid I don’t understand—”

    “I’m in pain, angel. All the time. It’s just kind of…” He waves a hand. “How things are."

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    12 Oct 2019

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    Crowley has a long history with holy places.

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    09 Oct 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 40

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    Aziraphale would rise, dressing quickly and without looking back at him, leaving Crowley on the bed (or whatever other surfaces they’d landed on), wrecked and raw and realizing once again that his angel didn’t love him, he lusted for him, and was so disgusted with himself after that he literally had to run away from him as if he were a bulimic who’d binged himself on sweets. He knew Aziraphale was regurgitating the memory of him as soon as he left.

    So, he would lay there, fighting back bitter tears of rage and disgust, wondering why he kept doing this to himself.

     

    Because you love him more than you hate yourself.

     

    What a stupid reason.

     

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    09 Oct 2019