#equitae

CROWLEY DRIFTS down , black wings spread gloriously out behind her . aggravation is written all across his features . he stands over the small crater michael has made with their body , and her arms cross like a disappointed parent .

'  𝐇𝐀𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐑 !   𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.   here  i  thought  aziraphale  was  the  only  one  of  you  lot  with  a  sense  of  humor.  '    they  leaned  back,  long  and  languid,  against  the  bookcase.   cool  as  a  cucumber !   nah, that  certainly  hadn't  struck  a  nerve   ...   '  you  dropped  this,  love.  '    he  flipped  the  bird.   classic.

deathless ♚ sentence meme

@equitae asked: ❝ You will live as you live in any world ; with difficulty, && grief. ❞

THERE IS an archness to michael's tone , as there is in everything they say , but there is something in the way they say it , a finality , that sets crowley on edge . it doesn't sound like an insult . but a statement of FACT . a sad truth of the universe . and maybe they're right . but regardless of all that , he smirks ( for as much of a facade it might be ) .

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐃  𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  into  the  flat,  doors  sliding  open  before  him  of  their  own  volition.    '  i  must  admit  my  surprise  at  your  visit,  michael   -   a  pleasant  one  though  it  may  be.  '    their  voice  held  a  strangeness  to  it,  handsome  in  tone,  but  foreboding. 

the  living  space  itself  was  LUSH  and  extravagant,  all  creams  and  golds  in  fine  materials   ;   much  like  the  clothing  they  chose  to  don.   thriving  plants  and  the  afternoon  sun  filled  the  room   ...   a  veritable  paradise.   he  perched  atop  a  bar  styled  stool  and  fixed  the  dark  pools  of  their  gaze  upon  them. 

BACH'S PRELUDE gently played throughout the plant shop, the angel smiling to herself while she held onto an intricate and ancient looking silver watering can. she could make plants thrive from her fingertips, why was she using that?

honestly ? aesthetic purposes. plus it made her feel like she was truly taking great care of them as well. straight from the heart.

a figure appeared out of thin air right in front of her, the shop keeper letting out a scream of surprise and immediately dropping the watering can, it shattering before her. the music had stopped as well.

placing a hand over her heart, celia took a step back, quickly registering who it was. " oh--" they began breathlessly, greeting the other angel with a slow nod while she snapped the watering can back together.

" michael-- ! what an unsuspecting surprise. " celia grinned a little too hard, putting the can on the counter and clasping her hands together. for some reason she felt as if she were in trouble. but perhaps they always felt like that when someone paid her a visit.

oblivious idiots in love

@equitae asked: “ it’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t, especially when eye-contact is involved. “ // denial hours. like. shut up. don't overthink it. ur imagining things. bitch.

A FACE is made . similar to a frown . almost a sneer but it is completely lacking in the proper amount of malice .

They had been found wandering around the streets with no memory of who or what they were. No clothing or anything on them. Nothing. No box, no matchbox... nothing.

He was taken in to a homeless shelter and given clothes and shelter for the night. After that, they were on their own. Roaming the streets along until finding a spot near a park where he could take shelter each night and sleep.

It was around midday when they were sat upon a bench in said park. He had had no food since being found having quickly realised that he, for some reason unknown to him, felt no hunger like the others living the streets around him. Some of them had given distance, some never interacted in the first place and others had even come to call him some kind of demon.

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

@equitae asked: PERFECT LOVELY WRITING 9999 / 10

my only constructive criticism is that they haven't held hands yet :// [sees myself out]