#whitewingaed

" you look like you could use a nice cup of tea. "

"You know-- I was about to ask the very same-- must have one of those faces." The Doctor mused lightly, a dark brow arching. There was strangely something familiar about this man-- though he rarely forgot a face it felt peculiar to be confused about something.

How exciting.

miscellaneous angst starters // accepting.

        “Just a bruise?” There’s no ‘just’ when it comes to Aziraphale. Not like this. Anger radiates off him the way love radiates off angels – demonic rage, stronger than humans can ever imagine, towards whoever dared lay a hand on his angel. 

         A gentle brushing of long fingers leaves a tingling sensation on their very tips, itching and burning at the same time, healing the bruise. Crowley still hasn’t got used to it, the touching part – Heaven and Hell are never supposed to mix like this, never contacting so directly, skin to skin. And yet, there are temptations even the Serpent of Eden can’t resist. 

「  ✉  @whitewingaed」 i'm just trying to be less predictable.

           ❝ – a-ah. Right. …of course. ❞

           Shoulders vie to remain squared, though the innocuous shifting of weight from one foot to the other betrays the angel’s discomfort. Heaven’s corporate executives are always lovely and polite …but the knives are always out beneath the jacket, so to speak. Nearly every piece of “friendly” advice is laced with a thinly veiled threat – and Aziraphale can only swallow his inert terror and misgivings and attempt to return the seamless smile of the Archangel; though his own manifests with a much greater edge of confusion to it. It was the sort of smile someone wore when everyone around them was laughing, but they didn’t quite understand the joke ( this was usually because the individual in question was the joke ).

           ❝ – um …sorry. Beg pardon. What, uh …what does that mean …exactly? ❞

      uriel could sense the discomfort within the angel with a simple glance,         always perceptive of the emotions of other beings, but rarely allowing to          have this perception affect what they needed to be said. dark eyes        observed the lines of the principalities face as they contemplated a way          to make what they meant make sense without being entirely brusque.               

               ❛ ... when i hear you speak                  i hear your words but i don’t                  hear their meaning. all surface                   no substance. i saw you be                  consumed by hellfire but now                  that i am in front of you i feel                  no bite to your words.❜   

                                a pause, lengthy & contemplative. 

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS // not accepting.

55. Your muse says they hate mine.

         The words ring in the air, with the iron aftertaste of a gong kicked in the solar plexus. Not the sort of words to ever be unheard of forgotten, or taken back – and Crowley, too, feels like he’s been kicked hard in the chest. Slapped in the face. Six thousand times. Except this feels much, much worse, and for a moment he just freezes, his usual wit failing him – no sarcastic response to snap out, nothing to bite back with. 

          Just numbness, cold and shivery, rushing through his veins like poison. 

         “Right.” Within a second, his sunglasses are back on his face, a shield to hide behind. A perfect wall to raise between them, the wall he’s been trying to demolish for millennia, but maybe the effort was useless. Maybe he never had a good judgement. 

         He takes a deep breath instead, shaky, clogged up in his lungs with all the thorns ripping his chest apart. It aches. Somewhere deep inside it aches more than anything has since the fall. Every inch of the bookshop is familiar to him, every step on the way to the exist, and these steps he takes in silence. Crowley already lied once. He said he didn’t need Aziraphale, but he did. He does. He isn’t going to repeat the same pathetic lie over again.

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