Why do the nighttime hours lead me to darkness, away from the light? Why do I run from what I know is right? Where am I going? Will I ever truly be home or forever just a wanderer on this lonely planet?
k.c.
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Why do the nighttime hours lead me to darkness, away from the light? Why do I run from what I know is right? Where am I going? Will I ever truly be home or forever just a wanderer on this lonely planet?
k.c.
Crowley... I knew we haven't spoke at all in the last 6000 years. Not including the dagger thing, and the escape from hell. I just need to say... I'm sorry. Many deserved the fall. You didn't. I have no excuse.
Crowley stared unspeaking. Several slow blinks later he looked down at his hands. His jaw visibly works, as if a thousand words are all fighting to come out at once. Hands fidgeting, the demon does not speak for a long time.
When he finally looks up, his expression is unreadable. “Why?” he asked finally. “One time, half the host of angels fell. Never again, no matter what they did. Why that time?”
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
"Disneyland." He snuffed sarcastically, before taking another long drag off his cigarette.
is christopher eccleston really going to be in sherlock s3 or is the fandom just tripping balls again