May 07, 2006 12:48
I never told him how I felt. I was, yes, afraid, to tell him. Afraid he wouldn't feel the same. Afraid telling him would be my own demise. He is a demon, you see, while I am an angel. he was once an angel himself. I won't go in to details, except to say he never should have Fallen. He wasn't bad or evil or any of that. He's learned, through the years, of course. He's had to be a little bit wicked in order to survive.
I still remember how it was, when he was cast out. 6000 yars ago, and it feels like yesterday. I don't want that to happen to me. But I miss him. I'd be willing to take the Fall, if it meant I could see him again. Just to see him. To hear his voice, to see for myself that he's all right.
I miss you, Crowley.
theatrical muse,
the one that got away