If he could put a name to the lurch in his chest- that vile sensation of crumbling in on oneself- Crowley would call it dejection.

Something mournful crept into the demon’s features, it settled there along the firm line of his mouth before Crowley became aware of what the feeling was. The sensation festered, aching like a rotten wound that had long-since been ignored.

“Oh, come on, angel.” Crowley implored in a tone that failed to sound all that desperate.

It wasn’t Aziraphale who was talking anymore. It was the rhetoric. The propaganda. He’d been brainwashed against Crowley before he’d even been given a vessel to step onto Earth with. Of course, Aziraphale was going to blame him for all that was wrong in the world. Of course, perfectly innocent actions were going to be mis-read. That’s what he’d been taught to do. That’s what they’d all been taught to do. But Crowley had not missed those glints of sadness behind the angel’s gaze- the same unsatisfactory air he knew he had once harboured before being cast out. Somewhere beneath thousands of years of indoctrination, Aziraphale was still smart enough to find the truth. Now he just needed to start believing it.  

Patience at the principality’s predicament granted Aziraphale a free pass on many similar occasions. But the demon would only roll over so many times before the role of proverbial doormat grew old. It really was a wonder that the angel had such a devoted counterpart to clean up his little messes when his plans invariably went awry.

“That’s not fair.”

A meaningful golden stare held Aziraphale’s.

“Seems like a set-up gone wrong to me...”

It was funny. The thought that the angel would send a human child to do his work. Were angels about child endangerment these days? Did Aziraphale really want him dead? The attempt had been so pitiful that it was almost forgivable by means of the humour it carried. But something beneath it stung. He needn’t accuse Aziraphale of a thing. Somewhere within the pall of shame that had been cast over them, it felt suspiciously as though the angel was attempting to shift focus.

You tried to have me killed.

“Besides, it’s probably the best conceivable scenario if you stop to think about it. I’m not dead. She’s not dead…” Crowley waved a flippant hand. It was true. He’d held back. He’d held back for Aziraphale. He’d held back because the attempt was feeble at best. He’d held back because child-murder wasn’t really in his top-ten list of ways to win over the purest being to set foot on Earth.

“You know I’m quite within my rights to kill someone who tries to kill me.”

Crowley reminded the angel as he began to amble through winding towers of books. Each would topple at the slightest touch. Everything hung in a tentative balance here. Discomfort tainted the radiance of Aziraphale’s angelic features at Crowley’s approach.

A knowing look swam across the space between them, demanding pale blue eyes maintained their steady watch of him. It was funny. The whole situation was. The look on Aziraphale’s face said everything that needed to be said. Crowley smiled more viciously than he knew. He needn’t say it, but both knew what was being thought. Both knew that it had been Aziraphale who trusted the demon-killing whelp into his world.

“If anything,” The demon stopped close, tilting his head ever so slightly to trace the angel’s cheekbones with his gaze. Hungry eyes slid past the delicious curve of the angel’s jaw to linger on the doorway. Everything could change in an instant, Aziraphale would know that. The girl was harboured on the other side. She was safe for now. Crowley was behaving.

“...” -Lo único que hay que hacer en este minuto es apreciar en silencio como el mundo se pone patas pa’rriba.

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gothicxrabbit

¡MANDA ⌨ Y HARÉ UN MEME DEL ANUNCIO DE EMBARAZO CON NUESTRAS MUSAS!

Send “Tender Kisses” for My Muse’s reaction to Yours coming up and Kissing Mine on their neck while they are working.

Selene

Puede que hubiese declarado que no se casaría con nadie, pero al sentir los labios del planeta rojo en su cuello no evito poseer el mismo color que el cuerpo celeste.

Se volteo de inmediato al verlo.

" ¡A-Ares’chan!”-Se cubrió el rostro para que el otro no la viera ruborizada.

Dark

Mientras admiraba su creación, la oscuridad descansaba bajo la sombra de un frondoso árbol. Sin darse cuenta, el sueño se apodero de el y quedo completamente dormido.

Pero unos labios letales pero suaves besaron su cuello, lo despertaron de inmediato.

"…¿Sabes que la podría haber matado señorita Ciany?"-Menciono un tanto preocupado por la sustancia letal-