10-05-2019, 06:23 AM
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You would be tempted to chalk this up to his nature*. As much as Crowley would encourage you to assume so, this is untrue. The simple truth is that -- he can't read. He's not illiterate, but focusing his eyes on the words is hard, and makes his head hurt.
This is, of course, a well-kept secret.
*as a person, not a demon
This said, one can't be sure why Crowley is in the library. Perched on the shelves, picking through the books. Occasionally he'd accidentally knock down a few with his wings, or conspicuously move some to the top shelves and hide the ladder.
He'd never disrespected books in such a manner. How thrilling.
"Having troubles?" He hadn't realized anyone was in here. He'd almost knocked some books down where she could see him -- as well and good as this is, Crowley feels guilty enough about his book crimes, not that he'll admit to it. With a ruffle of his wings, Crowley leaps down from the high shelf. It's not a particularly graceful leap -- Crowley's wings work rather strangely, unfortunately, but, ever-faithful, they still kind of catch him. He stumbles as he lands. "Books are rather difficult to pick up -- 'specially since I'm not sure you can keep books underwater," He says, tucking his wings back in. He grins crookedly at her -- he's still not sure how they're supposed to be communicating with her, but that's fine. It'll be a learned skill. .. Not that Crowley will be bothering, of course. Definitely. "Can't say I saw the point myself," He boldfaced lies, peering at the cover. Crowley determinedly learns everything about Aziraphale's interests, unfortunately. And Crowley wil never, ever admit it, if he can help it.
Listen, he can admit a lot of things to himself, but he'll never say them out loud.
[glow=#000,1,400]all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Crowley, as a general rule, does not read books.You would be tempted to chalk this up to his nature*. As much as Crowley would encourage you to assume so, this is untrue. The simple truth is that -- he can't read. He's not illiterate, but focusing his eyes on the words is hard, and makes his head hurt.
This is, of course, a well-kept secret.
*as a person, not a demon
This said, one can't be sure why Crowley is in the library. Perched on the shelves, picking through the books. Occasionally he'd accidentally knock down a few with his wings, or conspicuously move some to the top shelves and hide the ladder.
He'd never disrespected books in such a manner. How thrilling.
"Having troubles?" He hadn't realized anyone was in here. He'd almost knocked some books down where she could see him -- as well and good as this is, Crowley feels guilty enough about his book crimes, not that he'll admit to it. With a ruffle of his wings, Crowley leaps down from the high shelf. It's not a particularly graceful leap -- Crowley's wings work rather strangely, unfortunately, but, ever-faithful, they still kind of catch him. He stumbles as he lands. "Books are rather difficult to pick up -- 'specially since I'm not sure you can keep books underwater," He says, tucking his wings back in. He grins crookedly at her -- he's still not sure how they're supposed to be communicating with her, but that's fine. It'll be a learned skill. .. Not that Crowley will be bothering, of course. Definitely. "Can't say I saw the point myself," He boldfaced lies, peering at the cover. Crowley determinedly learns everything about Aziraphale's interests, unfortunately. And Crowley wil never, ever admit it, if he can help it.
Listen, he can admit a lot of things to himself, but he'll never say them out loud.
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