#alwaysf00led

rwrb memes | accepting.

"we're  not  defending  anything,"  crowley  grumbles,  he  picks  up  the  half  drunk  bottle  of  wine  and  glares  over  his  shoulder  at  @alwaysf00led,  "i'm  telling  you  how  to  take  care  of  the  bookshop  so  that  you  don't  sell  the  books  while  --,"  he  stops,  because  she  hasn't  been  able  to  actually  say  aziraphale's  name  since  the  other  left.  why  she  had  even  bothered  to  come  back  to  the  bookshop  is  beyond  her. 

they  take  a  long  swig  of  the  bottle,  "bloody  angel,  can't  drink  this  up  there,  can  you."  he  mutters  staring  at  the  label  --  the  special  occasion  wine.  before  they  blink  again  and  look  at  muriel,  "alright,  we'll  go  over  the  rules  again...don't  sell  anything,  don't  have  regular  hours. don't  open  everyday. do  not  ruin  any  of  the  books."  they  pause,  "what  am  i  missing??"

❛❛   okay   first,   your   ability   to   multitask   -   ❜❜         alex   makes   a   vague   motion with the sweep of his hand   to   the   ...   well,   to   everything   going   on   around   them   (   and   there's   a   lot,   he's   not   sure   how   nora   does   it   ).         ❛❛   second   to   none.   ❜❜         and   he's   impressed,   really   he   is.   nora   is   the   absolute   best   and   he   fucking   adores   her,   the   best   best   friend   he   could   ask   for.         ❛❛   second,   you   should   know   you're   the   only   best   friend   for   me.   ❜❜         his   grin   might   be   mocking   but   he's   not   lying   as   he   drops   himself   down   onto   the   floor   with   her,   legs   crossing   themselves   and   elbows   resting   on   his   knees   and   he   fidgets   with   the   strings   of   the   hoodie   he's   wearing.

rwrb memes | accepting.

"beelzebub,"  crowley  sighs,  looking  over  at  @alwaysf00led. "in  case  you  forgot,  i  was  one  of  the  people  who  helped  offer  you  an  out.  i'm  not  trying  to  fight  with  you."  they  honestly  can't  tell  if  beelzebub  is  just  saying  it,  or  if  they  are  intending  to  actually  fight.  "and  if  this  is  you,  asking  me  to  fight  heaven  or  hell  --,"  she  raises  a  hand,  in  a  stop  position.  "i'm  out."

𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄, nigh on two months ago by this point, they reckoned. time flies when you're having fun running hell ! sunlight pierced the shop window and glinted off auburn scales that crept along the nape of their neck, sharp canines flashed in a grin ( it hardly met his eyes ).

' i told you not to call when i'm ... DOWN THERE ! your lot's gonna give you more than a tap on the knuckles if they find you - fraternizing. ' nevermind that his heart had taken up firm residence in his throat the moment they had crossed the threshold ... it smelled different in here.

every  part  of  him,  demands  to  lash  out  at  @alwaysf00led  for  that  comment,  the  anger  that  fills  him  so  completely  and  so  irrationally.  but  he's  not  just  angry  because  she  had  hurt  him  with  the  comment,  no,  he's  angry  because  jessamine  had  just  said  something  that  he  believes  to  be  true.  if  it  was  jem  or  tessa  who  had  said  it  to  him,  he  would've  been  affected  completely  different.  but  he  had  not  been  fighting  with  jessamine  when  she  had  told  him  this,  had  not  been  expecting  this  comment.  he  should've  been.  sarcasm,  anger,  or  truth  weighs  on  wills  shoulders,  these  three  things  he  could  do  in  response. 

"you  looked  away  from  the  mirror  long  enough  to  say  that,  did  you??"  he  asks,  catty  and  with  an  unimpressed  look. someone  has  died  for  him,  but  he  will  not  be  saying  that.  "only  you,  could  possibly  want  someone  to  die  for  you.  and  look  down  on  someone  for  not  having  that."  his  hands  are  in  fists  at  his  side,  and  they  will  not  shake  because  he  refuses  to  allow  it.  "i  want  people  to  live  long  past  me,  jessie,  that  might  make  me  empty  or  whatever  other  terrible  thing  you  might  want  to  call  me,  but  i  believe  that  is  a  sign  of  strength."

"tess,"  he  starts,  smile  spreading  across  his  lips  --  leaning  down  to  touch  their  foreheads  together  before  pulling  back  to  meet  @alwaysf00led  eyes,  "i  would  love  you  in  any  state,"  he  admits  with  a  smirk,  but  he  does  mean  it.  even  if  he  says  it  in  a  playful  way,  he  doesn't  mean  it  any  less. 

he  takes  her  hand,  lacing  their  fingers  together  before  he  speaks  again,  "is  that  something  you  fear??  going  insane??"  and  in  a  way  he's  never  had  the  courage  to  mention,  he  does  worry  how  tessa  will  handle  the  eventual  loss  of  him,  of  james  and  lucie.  he  knows  she  will  have  magnus,  and  maybe  jem  --  if  they  can  ever  figure  out  how  to  no  longer  be  a  silent  brother.  but,  he  does  fear  for  his  wife.  "dear  me,"  he  starts,  before  stroking  his  thumb  against  her  hand,  "if  you  go  mad,  perhaps  i  will  go  with  you.  i'm  at  least  a  step  into  it  already."  he  worries,  that  maybe  joking  about  it  is  not  how  she  would  have  preferred  him  to  respond  to  something  like  this. though,  at  this  stage  in  their  life  if  he  wasn't  joking,  there  might  be  something  completely  wrong  with  him.