His nerves were shot. His head was too full of half formed thoughts all crashing against each other, scrabbling and clawing for the right to be on top, and his skin felt like there were a million tiny little ants crawling beneath it so, he retreated.
He was only half surprised to find himself in front of the bookshop instead of his flat.
the words sound in his head, so so familiar
and they were familiar
but they could have been said by anyone
anyone could string together that set of words
anyone could place it in a poem
Crowley didn’t even like poetry, sneered at it, mocked it
But wasn’t that just like him? Wasn’t that just what he did?- he acts tough, blusters, pretends he doesn’t like a thing when it’s a very undemonic thing. When it’s a thing he doesn’t think he deserves. When-
Armageddon happened, and then it didn't.
They have the rest of their lives free from the chains of their old bosses ahead of them now, this should be cause for celebration. And it is, but Crowley still has something bothering him. He can't quite believe truly that they're free from consequence or being hunted down.
The one in which they debate safety, God, and ineffability. Also the one in which Aziraphale comforts Crowley.
30 Apr 2018
“No.” Ed’s hand clenched tighter around the handle of his umbrella as he stared down at the tiny thing with big eyes and tiny sharp claws. “No way in hell.”
(Rated T for swearing)
Fandoms: Rise of the Guardians (2012)
07 Jan 2015
Special Agent Pitch Black, an extraordinary agent with shadows swept under his rugs, has run into his first problem case. The first case to not be solved within six months by Special Agent Black happens to be something that may change a lot of things. Not everything, but certainly enough to be a problem. Special Agent Pitch Black, meet the young and successful Crime Lord Mr. Frost.
In which the Botany and History cohorts suffer through second semester, discover their professors are immortal, and proceed to lose their minds. Also Crowley and Dr Fell teach a seminar together. I don’t know.
Or: Effie tilts her head back to look from under her eyelids. She slides a bit, knocking into Sadia. “He has legs for daaays. I hate it.”
“That’s what you're focusing on?” Sadia asks, incredulous.
Remy snatches the photo and makes an appraising face. Crowley’s lent up against a bar with a cigarette holder pinched between two fingers, dangling from the wrist. He’s jazzed up in a flapper dress, ankles crossed at the feet giving an air of delicacy. She shudders. He does have legs for days.
- Part 2 of South Downs University
Bookmarked by ShugoRyuu
14 Nov 2019