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Broken Wings - Open
Crowley returns to his flat, physically and mentally exhausted. It's been a tough night, and it's not about to get any easier. Maurice comes to greet him at the door; he bends down painfully and picks the kitten up, holding him close. "Hey, cat," he whispers. Maurice bats a paw at Crowley's face, then wriggles out of his grasp and darts off to ( Read more... ) -
Unashamedly Stolen from Ali
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Blast. Blast, blast, blast. Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast, blast, blast. Why do these things always happen to him?
He returns to Azi's bookshop, desperately trying to keep from bursting into song in the middle of the street, although truth be told, since this is Soho, he's pretty likely to go unnoticed. Daleks. See if he ever goes back to ( Read more... ) -
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Guess who's back from vacation! Crowley PINpoints to his flat, suitcase in hand, and throws open the door. "Honey, I'm home," he calls, although he doesn't really expect anyone to be there. It's late, so Aziraphale's probably already taken care of the plants and the cat. Oh well. He's got some gift-giving to do.
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Mexico. Warmth. Sun and sand and sea. A good place to be in the middle of winter. I'm trying not to get too drunk - promised Aziraphale I'd behave. Somehow I wound up in the Nexus after a few bottles of tequila and made a complete fool of myself.
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Hastur, or Quite Possibly Ligur
Crowley's not sure what to do about this LOL. He's an angel, dammit, not a demon. In fact, he's so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn't stop to think about what might happen if he goes to see if Aziraphale would have any idea how to get him out of this mess. If he'd actually stopped to think about it, he might not have rushed over to the ( Read more... ) -
Tea!
It's been a while since Crowley's had anyone over to the flat. And it's been a while since he's seen Aziraphale.
So he's invited the angel over... no, can't think of him as the angel anymore. He pauses as he sets out the tray of scones, remembering what the other Crowley had said. Balance. He doesn't really think that Aziraphale's going to ( Read more... ) -
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Crowley spent the last few days in the Nexus, going from shop to shop to shop, buying as much chocolate as he could possibly hold, and also a rather expansive collection of little glittery stones. It had emptied one of his bigger bank accounts, but, he figured, he didn't have any other use for it ( Read more... ) -
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What do you do when you make a big mistake?
Okay, not fallingly big, but big nonetheless. I thought I couldn't actually, you know, do anything bad anymore.
Or am I really not redeemable? I'm just gearing up for another Fall, I know it.
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Alcohol is good for a lot of things. In Crowley's case? It's good for keeping his mind off troublesome, inconvenient details, like the fact that sooner or later, he's going to have to face Heaven ( Read more... )
