#awayfrom14thcentury

[bookshopcelestial]

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Non Sexual Acts of Dominance | @awayfrom14thcentury | accepting[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

          “– I’m not hungry, Crowley.” Aziraphale insisted, his tone plaintive and his eyes darting. He was trying his very best not to look at the duck liver pate still half uneaten on Crowley’s plate. “..truly, I’m not.” 

        The angel’s own meal (a salad. No really, a salad) had long since been devoured, nothing left but a thin film of vinaigrette in the bowl. And still Aziraphale toyed with his fork, the fretting of his fingers betraying his dissatisfaction. He hadn’t ordered dessert, hadn’t even accepted the menu when the waiter had offered. 

        “…it’s just…” The angel bit at his lips, demurring when he saw Crowley layering the rich pate on a crusty bite of bread. The demon seemed intent to place it in Aziraphale’s mouth himself, and he wasn’t sure he could resist such a temptation. “…I can’t, you see… Gabriel has noticed how I’m… that I’m….”

                                                 Soft.

[lordflyers]

@awayfrom14thcentury made the comment,                                                          “It’s not impressive, no one’s impressed.”

Pursing their lips together, Beelzebub ran the tip of their tongue along the inside of their bottom lip. Raining spiders did seem a bit weak. ‘Do you think you could do better?’

[queenprotector]

@awayfrom14thcentury liked for a daemon!Freddie starter 

She’s still in the form of an iridescent snake as they enter the car. You never know who might be watching. Lurking, even. But once they’re behind tinted windows and Crowley’s pulling away, she slides onto the console and shifts into a sleek bobcat, jumping into the backseat to stare at the wicker basket, claws out. 

“This can’t be right.”

[gluttonyqueen]

@awayfrom14thcentury​ ♡’d for baby angel

     Lucifer spoke again, and she couldn’t look away – never could, lured in by his voice, fascinated by his ideas. She's been more devoted to him than the rest of the angels who came to listen, and it’s an important task to talk to them, encourage them. The hands of a seraph are gentle and delicate, never held a sword before, but she isn’t afraid – not yet. There are many things he’s taught her now, and freedom speaks louder than war. Freedom is worth fighting for, rebelling for. 

     “Raphael,” her voice is soft, a timid smile illuminating her features like the sun. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. My name is Beelzebub,” she’s never been a strategist, no has she ever been a soldier of the Lord, but she’s been changing recently – the sweetest of angels turning a little stronger, a little darker. And SHE hasn’t even noticed. SHE never notices anything anymore, being so infatuated with HER precious humans.

       “Do you think he’s right? Lucifer,” there’s a strange tenderness in her voice at the mention of the name. “Do you trust him?”

[ineffablefallen]

@awayfrom14thcentury said: “Am I a man? Am I a baby? These are legitimate questions.”

“You’re whatever the Hell you want to be, of cours---”

“...Hold on. Did you just say ‘baby’?”

[lordflyers]

               @awayfrom14thcentury  //  ‘  i look like a weirdo by today’s standards, but that’s okay. i feel the sexiest i’ve ever felt.  ’

There were no words to describe the atrocity that Crowley was wearing. They were left staring, their face a mixture of shock and disgust as the other showed off. Their mouth hung open, trying to form some sort of word as a fly flew into their mouth and caused them to cough. ‘Why?’

[lordflyers]

           @awayfrom14thcentury  //  “Million dollar question: Nightmare Before Christmas or Hocus Pocus?”

Humming, their tongue darted out between their lips. ‘I would say Nightmare Before Christmas because I wanted to be Oogie Boogie when I was younger.’

[amrefevr]

≼ @awayfrom14thcentury​ asked : “You’re doing a very good job of acting like you don’t know me. I’m assuming there’s a reason.” ≽

❛ meme ⋆ Crowley  status┆no longer accepting ! 

DOCTOR WHO SENTENCE STARTERS 

       DECEIT WAS NEVER A strength of aziraphale’s , terrible liar he was it was a blessing that any that he’d told over the years had been believed ( or ignored , such as with his flaming sword ) all the more difficult was it to keep up a charade when he wanted nothing to do with it , but tried the angel did. it would protect crowley in the end wouldn’t it ? or would giving a voice to his worry & the situation be of better help ? 

                                       ✧ ╯✧╰ ✧

                    ❝ I am. ❞

       THE WORDS WERE SNIPPED , short & clipped off his tongue. although the set of his features was pinched , near fretful , rather than stern or angry. his gaze kept flicking round , only briefly glancing to crowley before returning it to look about the room. his voice was pitched lowly , for the other’s ears only. his speech was rushed & stammered , nervousness permeated throughout his tone. 

                    ❝ I've , well I’ve been put on review , you could say.                          A , a misstep on my part.                          Nothing to do with the Arrangement , I assure you , but they , meaning my , my head office , have said they would be ‘popping ‘round’ at various intervals.                          Random intervals , that is. ❞

       BERYL HUES SOUGHT CROWLEY’S amber ones , round & large in their imploring state. desperate to empathise the need for the demon to remain discreet when in his company & give reason to , to explain why aziraphale had shown no familiarity between them at first. uncertain he was if his superiors would show themselves , whether they would give any warning beforehand or simply arrive.