New fic tomorrow!!!
it is here!!!!
tw: self-harm, go3
Crowley lay in an alleyway, his wings out unbiddingly, beckoning his hand. They rolled around and let the dust and grime take them. But then, there is Aziraphale, asking for help. Worse still, Aziraphale knows him, and it isn't fair.
to dust and to bleed by cassiecasyl




















