@gloireceleste [x]
the newly appointed duke of hell, crowley, hisses at the other after he slams the supreme archangel, aziraphale, against the wall of the bookshop.
"let them look!" he hisses again, sunglasses not only hiding his eyes but also hiding the anger in his eyes and the tears threatening to fall. how dear aziraphale come back and act like everything was just supposed to stay the same?
he grits his teeth and releases the other's lapels with a growl. dam that soft, please, and pleading coming from the other. crowley takes a step back, shoulders hunching slightly as he glares at the supreme archangel. crowley himself had changed, his clothes were the same dark color but there were no slightly lighter colors to break up all the black.
"fine." he finally spits out.
