Crowley scowled at the now closed door. He thought he'd been remarkably patient with the impertinent and personal questions and a slammed door and a headache were all the thanks he got.
He'll be ours within the year, thought Crowley ironically and with no sense of satisfaction, and I'll be able to take credit for the Fall of an archangel. That's never been done before. It'll be a dukedom for me, at least. I'll get respect, status, and power, too...
It was a nice fantasy for a moment, but somehow he couldn't convince himself that he really wanted that. He'd have felt better if he just thought his arguments had held any sway over Raphael at all.
You're getting soft, Crowley.
And perhaps he was, because what he did next was stand up, walk through the bathroom connecting his room to Aziraphale's, and sweep the angel up in his arms. He didn't say anything, nor did he allow Aziraphale to say anything. He just simply held him tightly until the pain went away.
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Date: 2006-01-15 08:07 am (UTC)He'll be ours within the year, thought Crowley ironically and with no sense of satisfaction, and I'll be able to take credit for the Fall of an archangel. That's never been done before. It'll be a dukedom for me, at least. I'll get respect, status, and power, too...
It was a nice fantasy for a moment, but somehow he couldn't convince himself that he really wanted that. He'd have felt better if he just thought his arguments had held any sway over Raphael at all.
You're getting soft, Crowley.
And perhaps he was, because what he did next was stand up, walk through the bathroom connecting his room to Aziraphale's, and sweep the angel up in his arms. He didn't say anything, nor did he allow Aziraphale to say anything. He just simply held him tightly until the pain went away.