Jul 6, 2019
Crowley was tender like a sunburn. The Fall had been slow, in a time without time, and he had gone down meanderingly, like paper cast into flame, rising in brief sparks and descending blackened to ash. It had flayed his nerves raw, by the time he settled, and the rub of teeming demons continued to scour him, and he crawled out to drag himself upon the earth. He remembered being a small, narrow thing without arms or legs, curled in a knot around his soft belly.He never once asked for softness,
Angst with a tender chaser! Perfect. You guys know my brand so well. I love your description of the fall.
If you want to check out everyone’s submissions, I am tagging all of these #tender headcanons
