why must everything inedible make me want to eat it so bad? why am I being tempted? Is this Satan in clear jelly form?
This would taste like those German refreshment sticks I know it would.
Sticky but soft like the inside of a Mike and Ike. Same taste.
corn syrup!!!!!!!!!!!! chewy jelly like frozen honey
oh god the temptation is working I want sprite flavored sky cube.
oh hot mama. i think im going to hell I wanna fucking EDIBLE that so badly. I want a crunch. PLEASE GOD. ONE CRUNCH. I BEG OF YOU. I WANT GRAPE JOLLY RANCHER DIPPING DOTS.
A small little piece I did late at night about a certain demon that canāt see the stars, And an Angel who would do anything to help.
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Out in the middle of a Field, In a random place in London, Sat a cottage. A very cozy cottage at that and miraculously protected of course. Today, That cottage sat under a star filled sky, And a certain (drunk) demon sat atop its roof.
While the sky had been as lively as ever, It was as if someone cut off the lights as soon as a certain pair of golden eyes gazed upon it.
ā..Ssstupid starsā Stupidā¦ Stupidā!ā
The red-headed demon rambled on and on into the silent night, Tossing away the bottle of cheap wine as he couldnāt bare the thought of wasting a good one on such an unimportant sulk and curling up into himself. He would have just huddled up in the green house if his angel hadnāt been home. He didnāt want to bother him after all with something as meaningless as this.
His drunken rage was cut short when the sound of wings flapping cut him off, followed by the creak of someone joining him on the roof. Crowley opened his eyes and looked over though his foggy vision, Catching a glimpse of white hair and a tan coat. He blinked the tears from his eyes and looked away from the angel with a slurred hiss.
āOh Crowleyā¦ What on Earth are you doing out here alone? Youāll freeze to death like thisā And drunk no less!ā
The angel fret, Summoning a simple soft and fluffy blanket to toss over the demons shoulders. Crowley only shuttered in response.
āā¦āM fineā¦ā
The demon slurred.
āā¦Just go back inside, Angel.ā
Crowley huffed. He was clearly unhappy with the entire situation.
āI donāt think so. Just tell me whatās wrong, Dear boy..ā
Aziraphale soothed, Coaxing the Demon to open upā¦ And how could Crowley say no to that?
āThe starsā¦ā
ā..The stars? What about them?ā
The angel looked up to the sky with confusion and concern. All he could see was a lovely blooming sky of color.
āā¦I canāt see them.ā
The demon admitted. Aziraphale frowned with a pained sigh.
āOh dearā¦ Iām so sorryā¦ I remember how much you adored those beautiful creations. The look on your face when you finally got to show them off.ā
The angel remembered the memories of that Red-headed angel fondly, Smiling softly. Crowley just huffed, Weakly looking up to gaze at the sky again. It remained the same. It always did. Just an ashen grey and the moon. Pitiful.
Crowley wondered what the angel saw when he looked up there, The way his eyes lit up with joy and nostalgia was unmistakable. They must still be shining brightly, He just couldnāt watch them flourish anymore.
āā¦You know, I wouldnāt mind giving anything of mine away so you could see them againā¦ā
Aziraphale muttered after some time of silence. Crowley looked over at him with confusion.
āWhat? No, Noā Donāt do that. This isnāt your problem. Donāt go sacrificing anything, You hear me? Weāve both sacrificed enough.ā
Crowley hissed in warning to the angel, But it was more of an alcohol scented gurgle. Aziraphale grimaced at the odor but didnāt say anything. Crowley was already vulnerable enough.
āHm. Okay, Okay...ā
The angel leaned over and pulled Crowley into his arms, Resting his forehead on his, Ignoring his drunken breath. Crowley let out a small āngkā of disapproval but was far too weak to actually attempt to scurry away. He was comfortable anyways. Aziraphale set two fingers on both of Crowleyās temples and sighed. The demon felt a miracle but didnāt pay too much mind to it, as after all, knowing his angel, It was just him turning off the kettle.
āā¦Can we just stay like this a while.?ā
The demon muttered. Aziraphale smiled and looked up at the sky, The stars no longer shining on those baby blue eyes, His snake-like pupils sharpening with a silent mourning.
āā¦Iāll wait as long as you need me too.ā
Somewhere, Out in the middle of a Field, In a random place in London, Sat a cottage. And today that cottage sat under a star filled sky, And a certain demon and angel sat atop its roof. One who had taken away his dear friends shackles and cuffed them on his own wrists, While the newly free demon remained clueless to the wondrous image that was the sky above him with his brand new eyes, Ones which had once belonged to an angel.
