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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    13 Nov 2019

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    The first time Crawley meets the angel, the celestial being is twisting its shining white robe in its fingers and looking wretched. It hardly spares him a glance as he shifts from snake to human, and Crawley is a touch put-out. It’s taken some practice to be able to do it so fluidly.

     

     

    A story of Crowley's thoughts about Aziraphale, from the Beginning to the present day.

    And also of temptation, and want, and whether - for a Fallen Angel - redemption is possible after all.

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    07 Aug 2019

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    What did it — feel like? Falling?

    There is a silence, then, that seems to stretch out and out until it fills a small eternity, and Aziraphale thinks he may have overstepped, almost takes it back, but —

    Dying, Crowley says, finally, and his eyes, unconcealed by dark lenses, do not leave his glass. It feels like dying.

    Aziraphale presses no further. It sounds fitting, after all; he rather thinks Falling is its own brand of death. Hopes, desperately, that he will never know what it is to lose himself, lose everything.

    It’s funny, then, that when he Falls, it is because he has found both.

    And it feels like flying.

    Like coming alive.

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    25 Jun 2019

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    Sherlock and Dr. Strange have a chat...

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    19 Jun 2018