@celaestialbodies || continued from here.
”Of fucking course.” The demon modulated within seconds of his arrival. Subtly, barely a sound leaving his mouth as he bit his lips and cursed his luck and every single one of his stars. Not at all because of the person who had decided to join him on that cloudy, mostly grey and gloomy morning in the park, but exactly because of the moment in which that seraphim had found him in. A moment he wasn’t exactly enjoying on his own.
But let’s stop in that point for a while, alright? Was there— anything ‘ wrong ‘ with trying to find a little peace in that city where everything ended up being about work?
It’s not like he needed a reason to be here in the first place. He had one, okay sure; right now he had one. But any normal person who woke up in the morning, didn’t have anything on their schedule to do, and casually liked to watch ducks being petty bastards with each other would have come here, sit, and it wouldn’t have had anything to do with one specific angel deciding to take a few days off, leave to God knows where, and rethink his existence as an angel who didn’t belong in Heaven anymore.
Which was fair, but it was making him feel claustrophobic even in the vastest of spaces.
”I don’t have a favorite anything. This is— you can’t just sit anywhere here. Basic leisure to you, one bench to the right and the squirrels will plot to steal your everything.” He finally spoke without turning to him. Arms still crossed, eyes on the pond where mostly nothing was bound to happen. But although his misery wouldn’t leave the scene anytime soon, Crowley couldn’t help feeling the slightest bit of curiosity anyway. How could he not when Heaven’s blacksmith was sitting right there with him after the biggest fail in the history of prophesied wars?
”And what’s with you now? Paid vacations from upstairs after all those extra hours in the forge?”
He really wanted to know now.
