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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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    09 Dec 2019

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    After spending six thousand years in Aziraphale’s company, the only thing Crowley’s sure of is that he can’t touch the angel without hurting him. Too bad he never bothered asking Aziraphale about it.


    If Crowley could still feel the soft give of rich cloth under his clenched fists, surely Aziraphale could still feel the scorching heat of a demon’s hands on his skin.

    If they made it out of this alive, Crowley decided, if there was anything left of the world afterwards, he’d be damned a second time if he ever put his hands on the angel again.

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    05 Dec 2019

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    Christ alive, Crowley thought, what’s wrong with me? He pays me the slightest bit of attention, and I soak it up like thirsty ground and beg for more.

    He was the desert outside Eden, crying out for a storm that never slaked him. He was swirling dust in a strong wind. He was the drought off the Nile, the locusts that ravaged the land.

    (Crowley copes with attention starvation, tries out some new hobbies, and discovers that asking for what you need is better than the alternative.)

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    04 Nov 2019

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    It hits Aziraphale out of the blue one day that if loving Crowley is a sin then it’s the only sin worth committing.

    or: some falls are gentle

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    07 Oct 2019

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    A cranky, touch-starved Crowley turns up at Aziraphale's bookshop to ask for help, and Aziraphale obliges.

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    03 Sep 2019

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