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[thatsineffable]

@crowiley

😔 "you don't like it..."

"It's a bit...much, don't you think?"

[primordialchoice]

— 4000 BCE — The Garden of Eden

A chilly breeze has been caressing and dancing upon her limbs and down her spine from the uppermost point at the nape of her neck, leaving in its wake trails of raised goosebumps in spite of the unchanging temperature inside the garden. It swished around her intestines and encased the inner walls of her thoracic cavity in icy coating, which she eventually came to understand that what she felt wasn't a breeze at all.

It was anxiety.

It started after she agreed to help that... fallen angel with the black wings and terrible eyes that bore the cold winds from beyond the wall within her. Was she having second thoughts about it? The apple in her hand was a regular one she picked from a random tree, but the jittery way with which she scraped at the peel made her feel as if she was holding a lethal weapon.

Nothing would happen to him if he ate it. She didn't plan to give it to him anyway. She was supposed to embellish it; boast about its taste and texture and hook him in by playing on his curiosity. If all went according to the plan, then she would guide Adam to the tree Lilith had supposedly plucked the fruit from and have him try them for himself.

But the more she thought about it, the more hesitant she became to deceive him. What exactly would happen once it was proven that he wasn't infallible? What about her? What fate would God bestow upon her for leading her mate into a trap? Their games, competitive as they may be, were, for better or worse, cemented in a foundation of trust. They were tough, exhausting and agonizing.

But they were honest. This game, was anything but.

She peered at her mirror in the polished redness of the fruit. Her anxiety had perforated the peel with scratches and dents in the crescent shape of her thumb's fingernail, which consequently marred the reflection staring back at her. He would quicker deem her a liar and leave if she showed him that apple... so. She dropped it.

And with it, the plan.

Three days later, she found herself running back to the tree where she met the serpent with tears blurring her eyes.

"Angel!!" her cry ripped out of her throat, the air searing her throat and lungs with each heavy breath she drew in and released. She had been running for a good chunk of time. Slowing down meant that her legs would give out from beneath her, so she didn't. Instead, she threw herself against the tree and held onto the trunk as tightly as her limp arms could to keep herself upright against it.

"Angel!" she yelped again between gasps of air, eyes squeezing shut with a dejected whine that escaped the grimace that began to pull her features into another session of incessant sobs. Her forehead pressed against the trunk, somewhat resigned to a helpless fate, somewhat begging for a miracle she didn't believe in. Had she rejected the only olive branch that was extended to her? Perhaps she did.

Perhaps, it was over.

Perhaps... but she begged anyway. " You... crawling.. fallen beast...

"I need you."

@crowiley

[ofcrossrcads]

@crowiley liked this post for a lyric starter -- accepting

“ we all sin, so why am i so guilty ? ”

{ my bones - the pretty reckless }

[hellgiven]

               despite  being  a  girl  of  autumn  at  heart,  there  was  no  deny  that  the  holidays  were  by  far  ,  her  favorite  time  of  the  year.  maybe  it  was  the  colder  weather  that  came  with  it  and  the  cheer.  the  kindness  that  she'd  witness  several  times  in  her  life.  or  maybe  it  was  the  fact  that  christmas  lights  and  music  made  her  forget  the  negativity  in  the  world.  regardless  ,  davina  was  happy.  and  spent  a  days  on  putting  up  decorations.  making  sure  to  put   mistletoe  at  the  top  of  each  doorframe.  including  the  arc  way  from  the  hall  ,  into  the  livingroom.   which  she  had  spaced  about  for  a  moment  when  he  stopped  by  for  a  glass  of  wine  and  to  check  on  her.  eyes  flickered  up  before  her  hand  reached  gently  for  his  coat,  tugging  him  down.  davina  placed  a  gentle  kiss  to  his  cheek,  followed  by  a  soft  chuckle.   she  looked  up  ,  finger  pointing.  "  mistletoe.  " 

@crowiley : 🌿🍒 gets a kiss under the mistletoe!

[lcngdays-arc]

@crowiley was questioned

His voice is rusty. Underutilized. His eyes are tired, and his face is gaunt. "got... got a.. few dollars?"

[aziraphelled]

Continued from x ;; @crowiley

" Oh ? Oh ! Good mood? Well, I don't- I mean- No, I'm not in a particularly good mood. " Explained the angel, tugging at his shirt collar in an awkward fashion. " It was a simple greeting, is all. I am just glad you are in good health. "

" ... You uh, are in good health, are you not? Nothing troubling you? "

[fcllederage]

@crowiley sent: “ did you want to be alone? ”

Hyacinthe looked down sheepishly. She had spent the whole day pushing people away, going as far as to do her makeup in the closet to be away from the other queens. It was too much. Everything was. Massive sensory overload to say the least. How had Crowley found her? She did not know and did not care. Slowly, she shook her head after looking up at him through her mirror. "I just don't want to talk."

[thatsineffable]

"i can't remembr you ever taking that much time to show me how you make crepes. what's she got that i don't?"

"An attention span. But moreso, Crowley, you've never asked me to show you. I'd have happily done so had I known you were interested in the culinary arts! In fact, it's never too late to start."