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with the first storm came the first dance, between an angel and a demon, no less.

With each passing season, the plants declined along with their master, and in the end, it was forgotten in a back alley and faded away all alone.

I wonder if they ever looked back fondly on the days when they were beautiful and lush?

I simply cannot bear the fact that Crowley died in such a broken state, without ever finding any solace.

"I can't always protect you from your demon. I can't always protect you from yourself."

"Will you let me down, then? Will you abandon me, just like everyone else?"

"No. If I had a sword breathing fire, I would use it and banish that curse in you. Believe me."

"I might turn to ashes."

comfort❤️‍🩹

hope we're coping well go fans :"]

Human life is hard difficult.

I feel like they would both hate working out, but thoroughly enjoy dressing up in ridiculous outfits and purposefully tempting each other. They’ve had quite a bit of practice over the centuries.

some floof