11-02-2019, 07:44 AM
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Not that different from his current name, of course -- a mere two letters. But that made a difference, didn't it? He'd been named by the denizens of hell when he'd Fallen. He'd been a serpent, crawling on his belly -- it'd been meant as an insult, really. It'd felt sort of like an undersized suit, and it'd stung whenever he heard it. So .. he changed it. It'd taken Aziraphale a while to get used to, and Hell's residents had never respected it. But ... well, it was for him, wasn't it? Not for anybody else.
So .. Crowley got it. He did.
The serval had wandered over upon hearing Wormwood's call, closer to an active decision than it usually was for him. He still hesitated to admit it, but he did like the lion, and, well, he did say it was important. And, as Wormwood -- or, well, Aurum, speaks, Crowley grins. Was about time, he thinks.
"Got it," Crowley says, half-spreading a wing in a form of acknowledgement as he watches the lion jump down from the platform. Aurum, huh. Crowley wonders, was the decision as easy for the newly-dubbed Aurum as it had been for him? I mean, the guy even got a headstart without even having to come up with one on his own. "Suits you," He decides. It was a curious name, at least to Crowley, but, well, he didn't mind it.
[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 had been named Crawly, once.Not that different from his current name, of course -- a mere two letters. But that made a difference, didn't it? He'd been named by the denizens of hell when he'd Fallen. He'd been a serpent, crawling on his belly -- it'd been meant as an insult, really. It'd felt sort of like an undersized suit, and it'd stung whenever he heard it. So .. he changed it. It'd taken Aziraphale a while to get used to, and Hell's residents had never respected it. But ... well, it was for him, wasn't it? Not for anybody else.
So .. Crowley got it. He did.
The serval had wandered over upon hearing Wormwood's call, closer to an active decision than it usually was for him. He still hesitated to admit it, but he did like the lion, and, well, he did say it was important. And, as Wormwood -- or, well, Aurum, speaks, Crowley grins. Was about time, he thinks.
"Got it," Crowley says, half-spreading a wing in a form of acknowledgement as he watches the lion jump down from the platform. Aurum, huh. Crowley wonders, was the decision as easy for the newly-dubbed Aurum as it had been for him? I mean, the guy even got a headstart without even having to come up with one on his own. "Suits you," He decides. It was a curious name, at least to Crowley, but, well, he didn't mind it.
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