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@serpentineyes liked for a DRUNK BOI
“You-- you-- your tongue does that thing. It’s so cute-- do the thing, oh please will you?” He was halfway through his second bottle of wine and slumped on a rather cozy armchair he didn’t remember purchasing. Perhaps it had shown up, by some miracle for an unknown reason.
xxx. i stan these two SO HARD. @crwlee // @serpentineyes
The road to Hell is paved with Good Intent, but I think the walls might be laced with something else ...
starter for @serpentineyes
opening a coffee shop and then advertising it as an LGBTQA+ safe space was bound to attract all kinds of people. most of it positive, people needing somewhere to socialise, places for younger members of the community to congregate. jason loved it, he loved talking to regulars and people wearing rainbow and flags into his shop. he himself had put a cute little flag on the counter to indicate what the shop represented. but, once in a while there were people who reacted negatively to the idea of, god forbid, a safe space coffee shop that practically pushed their AGENDA to the unwitting public. of course, he ignores those accusations and merely explains he wanted to create a place where everyone was welcome regardless of who they are and who they loved. dramatic proclamations of ❛ i’m never coming back ❜ were normal, and jason always had a quip to follow up. but today was one of the days where the person who hated his shop’s existence did not want to leave and continued spitting religious rhetoric about how he was doomed to hell and YADDA YADDA YADDA. he’s heard it all, but the man was pissing him off and his customers were getting scared.
❛ sir, please get out of my shop. you’re rude, and frankly no one here cares about what you have to say. so GET OUT. ❜
@serpentineyes || cont.
The demon had expected this conversation at one point or another — it always ended up happening. After all, his wings weren’t really a conventional colouring, they weren’t as ❛ pure ❜ or well-groomed as most angel wings, but Crowley was still proud of them. That being said, that didn’t mean he was happy to talk about them. Like many demons, his relationship with his wings was… difficult and complex, after his Fall.
❝ In a way, yes.❞ He shrugged.
“They’re beautiful.” He’s never seen wings so dark before. That just wasn’t a thing in Heaven, but Ellios was delighted to see them. Colored wings were somewhat uncommon. He always felt awkward about his own wings. They were shades of orange and yellow. They reminded himself of the autumn leaves he used to look down upon.
“They’re like crows, or ravens, yeah? They suit you a lot.”
[Semi-plotted thing for @serpentineyes.]
Social niceties were odd things sometimes. Not overt manners and customs like saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ or which fork to use, but the little automatic nips and tucks that went between. Like the split second eye contact and tiny, lips-only smile you gave to someone you passed but didn’t really know - no invitation to talk, just a quick acknowledgement that you’d seen them, didn’t mind, and hoped they had a nice day.
Which was exactly what she’d just givene to the tall fellow currently getting into the apartment block lift with her. First it was casually polite regardless, and second his relaxed attitude seemed to suggest he lived there, which meant they were going to be neighbours, at least for a little while.
Thera shuffled the cardboard box she was carrying more comfortably in her arms, glancing as everybody did to make sure she’d hit the right button, noticing her companion had hit the one right above. Neighbours, indeed!
The numbers above the doors blinked on and off as they rose, marking off the floors - right up to the moment between ‘4′ going dim and ‘5′ lighting up, when there was a sudden, horrible crunch. And the lift stopped. And most of the lights went out.
Oh, shit.
What’s Your Personality Percentage?
Pinched from: @lxghtnxnggxrl.
Thera's Personality is 21 precent baby 59 precent bitch 28 percent horny 32 percent softie 33 percent chaotic 44 percent thot 100 percent cursed
... Crowley, I think we need to have a chat ...
╰ ✧ 𝙲 𝚁 𝙾 𝚆 𝙻 𝙴 𝚈 ( @serpentineyes | continued from [ x ] )
❝ Ugh… just let me die…❞ The demon grumbled. Of course, he wasn’t serious in the wish for his demise, but in this particular moment he just wasn’t in a good mood. Crowley was curled up on the sofa in Aziraphale’s bookshop, knees tucked up to his chest, feeling absolutely AWFUL.
Of course, demon’s couldn’t fall ill ( or, if they could, it was incredibly uncommon ). However, apparently they could suffer adverse reactions to certain foodstuffs… Crowley shared many traits with his serpentine counterparts and, unfortunately, a severe intolerance to lactose was one of those shared characteristics…
Arguably, he had brought this on himself, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t complain about it.
KNEELING NEXT TO THE backroom’s sofa , the one which currently held a discomforted demon , aziraphale pressed a hot water bottle into crowley’s hands. it was heated to a soothing warmth but not scalding ( placing a tiny miracle upon it to ensure that perfect temperature lasted ) , keeping a hand there until the demon could take it himself & rest it against his abdomen. he’d read heat eased cramping muscles & relieved aching stomachs. with his other hand , aziraphale gently swiped a damp flannel along the demon’s forehead. it had been dosed in cold water then wrung out , another technique the angel had read would help another deal with sickness. although crowley’s affliction was from a virus or bacteria per se , aziraphale had figured it couldn’t hurt to try it.
HEARING CROWLEY’S OUTBURST HAD the angel running the cool cloth down the other’s cheeks to quiet him a moment. knowing it was unlikely the demon would discorporate over this , but the little anxious voice within fretted so over the ‘what ifs’. doubting hell would be so kind as to grant him a new corporation after all they’ve done , & even if they were to , the paperwork would ensure it would several decades before he saw crowley again. that wasn’t something aziraphale wished to endure , much less watch the other suffer a slow discorporation by self - poisoning. which was why the angel had vowed to tend him.
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❝ Hush , my dear. These should help. Now what was it you ate exactly that caused this ? ❞
