Crowley cackles. "That one was fun," she admits, smirking. "And you wouldn't believe what I've had them do with the film version of Cats, it's a masterpiece. But I won't go overboard with this one. Cross my heart."
Once upon a time, that promise would have come with any number of detracting adjectives. Cross my black, withered, demonic heart. They'd been funny, and to her mind accurate, and then eventually also a sort of protection. Her demonic, useless heart, which wasn't supposed to feel things like love and certainly wouldn't have been welcomed if offered, or so she'd thought so deep down that the conviction wasn't even conscious...
Aziraphale kisses her cheek and squeezes her arm, and says those magic words, Shall we go home? They still amaze her. The we she's almost used to, but the home idea, that's still new.
Well, home as a physical place, at least. She figured out a century ago that wherever Aziraphale was counted as home. It's still a miracle to Crowley that she gets to share it.
"Yeah," she says softly, smiling at that grin. He looks so happy, and it makes Crowley's heart, whatever the state of it, just melt to see that. "Yeah, let's. I've got to thank you properly for my evening out, and I can't do that here. Not without a lot of miracles or getting arrested."
[ooc: Maybe more of an evil dragon shapechanger guy. A can wear anything for his clothes or under them, Crowley will be happy with anything. ;) I absolutely accept the headcanon that C is responsible for Starlight Express so on. Explains a lot tbh!]
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Date: 2019-12-31 12:40 am (UTC)Once upon a time, that promise would have come with any number of detracting adjectives. Cross my black, withered, demonic heart. They'd been funny, and to her mind accurate, and then eventually also a sort of protection. Her demonic, useless heart, which wasn't supposed to feel things like love and certainly wouldn't have been welcomed if offered, or so she'd thought so deep down that the conviction wasn't even conscious...
Aziraphale kisses her cheek and squeezes her arm, and says those magic words, Shall we go home? They still amaze her. The we she's almost used to, but the home idea, that's still new.
Well, home as a physical place, at least. She figured out a century ago that wherever Aziraphale was counted as home. It's still a miracle to Crowley that she gets to share it.
"Yeah," she says softly, smiling at that grin. He looks so happy, and it makes Crowley's heart, whatever the state of it, just melt to see that. "Yeah, let's. I've got to thank you properly for my evening out, and I can't do that here. Not without a lot of miracles or getting arrested."
[ooc: Maybe more of an evil dragon shapechanger guy. A can wear anything for his clothes or under them, Crowley will be happy with anything. ;) I absolutely accept the headcanon that C is responsible for Starlight Express so on. Explains a lot tbh!]