Wandering down a corridor, Crowley was lost in thought and not paying much attention to where he was going. Mostly he was thinking of Aziraphale. It had been over a month since they had discovered their mutual attraction and so far they'd done nothing more than kiss at every conceivable opportunity. They both wanted more, but Crowley was still too afraid of the consequences and the act itself, to allow it, though he could hardly even admit that to himself. Wondering about their future, he turned a corner and ran into Michael.
As their last encounter hadn't gone well, what with the insults and the flaming sword and all, Crowley was hardly excited to see the archangel. Especially with that terrible expression on his face. Whatever was going to happen now was probably going to be very painful.
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Date: 2005-12-14 06:00 pm (UTC)As their last encounter hadn't gone well, what with the insults and the flaming sword and all, Crowley was hardly excited to see the archangel. Especially with that terrible expression on his face. Whatever was going to happen now was probably going to be very painful.
Oh shit, he thought.
But what he said was, "Michael."