sometimes i get gomens brain rot, and this time it helped me fist fight writers block for a bit.

maybe in another universe, crowley wouldn't be lying awake with uncertinity tugging at the strings of his heart wondering if things could have been different that the ache that has been prevalent since aziraphale had left would've mayhaps subsided after a few millenia of roaming the roads with the emptiness weighing heavy beside.

that somewhere in a different dimension, they are sitting across the cosmos with fingers intertwined - the stars as a witness to the love between

but who is he to really complain, truly.

aziraphale was an angel,

and crowley was woven through the scriptures as his nemesis for all of eternity.

as he was a always a choice,

Also us: lol he's not gonna do it

trans men: *exist*