"You don't approve of indoor gardens?" Crowley teases back. "Fine, I'll concede that one."
He abandons the debate to look up as the villa comes into view. It's a largeish place; smaller than Aziraphale's palace by the lake, but still a few stories tall. But to call it run down is understating things. Some of the roof has fallen in, for one, and much of the border wall. Most of the windows are broken or open, which means weather damage and animal infestations and Lord knows what else. There will be a lot to do.
(Good, his traitorous mind thinks. Something to keep busy with, to get distracted by. So he won't have to think about other things...)
The sun's light is kind on the old stones, and the moss and ivy are welcoming. The house might not be in the best shape, but it still has hope to offer. Crowley lets himself be comforted by the metaphor, obvious as it is. "It's beautiful," he says quietly, leaning his head on Aziraphale's shoulder. "Thank you."
YAY. also A whole week late ack what is time accck
He abandons the debate to look up as the villa comes into view. It's a largeish place; smaller than Aziraphale's palace by the lake, but still a few stories tall. But to call it run down is understating things. Some of the roof has fallen in, for one, and much of the border wall. Most of the windows are broken or open, which means weather damage and animal infestations and Lord knows what else. There will be a lot to do.
(Good, his traitorous mind thinks. Something to keep busy with, to get distracted by. So he won't have to think about other things...)
The sun's light is kind on the old stones, and the moss and ivy are welcoming. The house might not be in the best shape, but it still has hope to offer. Crowley lets himself be comforted by the metaphor, obvious as it is. "It's beautiful," he says quietly, leaning his head on Aziraphale's shoulder. "Thank you."