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gₑₜbₑₙₜₗₑyₑd ₛₜₐᵣₜₑd fₒₗₗₒwᵢₙg yₒᵤ
She regarded him carefully, eyeing him over. The energy he gave off was unmistakable, like the smell of hard-boiled eggs and burned gasoline canisters. All around him was a black-red aura, pouring off of him like smoke from a snuffed candle flame. When she finally spoke, her words carried the weight of deep ocean blue. “you’re from the bAD PLace.”
|| @getbentleyed
The last thing Aziraphale remembered before seeing ground rushing up at him was a foot hooked ‘round his ankle and an utterance of ‘oh, dear’ from behind him. He never did get a good look at who’d tripped him, seeing as the vision of what was, as of yet, below him rushing up at a speed to rival that of an arrow from one of the other Heavenly Host’s children’s bows.
But the wondering what had happened (and most of his ability to think, to be frank) had ended with a solid thud and darkness. The only things he was aware of now, as he regained consciousness with a painful pounding behind his eyes, was that it was hot, and dark and light all at once.
And while he wanted to yell and demand answers as to why he was somewhere that felt as if it was a lava tunnel only beginning to cool, the few shreds of common sense that had come around to consciousness with him thought better of it, and only allowed him to croak “...where in Heaven’s name am I?”
𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬
In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
|| ✵ Meme | Accepting ✵ ||
“Yes. They can.” The bookshelf he’d been organizing had finally come together, his own little system working perfectly as usual (date of publication, length of the book, then color). And now, with no work to distract him, he looked again at Crowley, with a slight smirk on his lips. “That must be why you look so wicked here. The low lighting brings out your Delphian features.”
“Let’s talk about what you want.” -angel!crowley
|| ✵ There was a meme | Accepting ✵ ||
“What I want?” A few moments’ peace, an apartment that could actually protect against any visitors from downstairs, and a little more leeway in taking a constitutional every now and again topped the list. But as far as immediate needs? “What I really want is a huge sushi platter, a bottle of good sake, and somewhere to sleep where I’m not being watched by the fellow downstairs who gives Voldemort a run for his money in annoyances.”
Hopefully Lucifer hadn’t heard that little insult.
|| ✵ Continued from here ✵ ||
Aziraphale had fully intended to call him out-- really, he had-- however, Crowley had just happened to hit upon a particular peeve of his, and his brain, given his state, latched onto the subject of priests first.
“I. Cannot. Stand the priesthood! Running around with their little backwards collars, acting as if they’re kings of all the land, taxing their conger...cona...the people of their church as if there’s a dollar amount that’ll save their souls!” Rather abruptly, he interrupted himself, finger up in a one moment gesture, and downed the rest of his wine. “I’ve hated them since plenary indulgences! Pay to have your sins cleaned from your soul. Pompous donkeys. And don’t get me started on the Pope! Infalla...Without mistakes my WINGS!”
Having finally run out of steam, he pointed a finger at Crowley, brows lightly furrowed. “But that’s beside the point, and the point...the point was...that you can’t take a compliment and you should.”
Aziraphale paused only long enough to pour himself another glass. “And don’t act like you don’t know you’re handsome, because you damned well know it. You and I both have seen women and men practically swoon over you!”
getbentleyed replied to your post: “Oh, well fuck me, then.”
//HOW MANY NAKED WOMEN MAX.
//Let’s be real, here. ONE naked woman is too many
If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the “No's” on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark
~ Crowley and Aziraphale
