29 Aug 2019
"As night unfurled over the city of London, Crowley’s wings unfurled against the backrest of his throne. See, the demon had a habit of bringing out his wings when he was upset, or stressed, or otherwise feeling too emotionally vulnerable for his own good. On this night in particular, he was feeling a rather unsavory combination of all three, and his medicine of choice for dealing with it consisted of enough alcohol to knock out a horse."
Crowley drunkenly reminisces on his time in heaven before his Fall. Aziraphale tries to get him to sober up. Unsurprisingly, Crowley's about twice as stubborn when he's drunk, so...shenanigans ensue.
Bookmarked by Celeryshin
22 Jul 2019