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He'd made peace with it -- sort of*. In fact, he probably could've just ... forgotten, if it weren't for the whole .. wings thing. It's not like he had any clear memories of heaven anyways. Impressions and ideas, yes, but nothing concrete.
*absolutely not.
Crowley was good, at sucking up all of those emotions back into him. He knew how to control them, and work around them. If he wanted to, that was. And, well, maybe he had been embarrassed, and angry at being discovered, and .. Crowley isn't sure, he doesn't really feel like getting into depth about how emotions work or feel. Much better to just ... shove them in a box.
"I'm fine," Crowley assures him, shaking out a paw just to test. He does his best to ignore Aurum's moment of hesitation before responding -- were they repulsive? he hasn't seen them before, it's only natural, though. doesn't sound phased, even.
Don't think too hard on it.
"Can't say I didn't have it coming, anyways," Crowley grins wolfishly, -- or at least an approximation of one. He's trying to save face, just a bit. I mean, admittedly it wasn't going to be really worth it, since Crowley was just going to be admitting a secret in a minute. It made him feel better, anyways. And anyways, it wasn't really worth wasting some stress on somebody who flung themselves out of a tree, just for .. fun. Not fun, but something.
He takes a breath. Questions, then. He'd been baiting for them, just a bit.
Crowley takes a breath. He doesn't have to answer, if he doesn't. But, taking in Aurum now .. he thinks he wants to. He can't quite put into words why. He keeps secrets, that's kind of his .. thing. Mind, Aziraphale was a bit flighty about their relationship, and Crowley had never been close to anyone else.
And, anyways, Crowley might be dead soon -- a month, a year. Who knows. It wouldn't hurt to be a little open.
Christ, he's practically having to talk himself into this.
"Right, cause I'd go so long without having learned already," He says it just to say it. There's no reason for Aurum to know any backstory. He tries to imbue some sourness to his words, just for the effect, but the illusion is broken by the bleak smirk. His tail twitches. Don't look away. Don't. He wasn't so pathetic as to avoid gazes, was he? When he wasn't being purposefully evasive, that was. Crowley wasn't good at lying, and it's not like anyone could usually see past the glasses, anyways. Point being, this was the exact opposite of that. "I, uh. Can't. Fly, that is," He makes a vague motion with his wing. Gathers the strength to elaborate. That could mean a lot of things, after all -- all sorts of hurdles to overcome. "It's just sorta .. a characteristic, of my sort. Used to be able to, though," He makes a vague motion with a wing. It's as close to proper elaboration as he'll willingly get -- a half-answer. Contextless. It's by habit more than by specifically excluding anything.
[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;"]To be entirely fair, Crowley's questions were perhaps ... not the best questions to be asking. Especially for a heaven so high-strung, a angel asking Why? Why must they suffer? What's your plans, why can't we understand?, demanding answers for the ineffable .. well. It would only end in one way.He'd made peace with it -- sort of*. In fact, he probably could've just ... forgotten, if it weren't for the whole .. wings thing. It's not like he had any clear memories of heaven anyways. Impressions and ideas, yes, but nothing concrete.
*absolutely not.
Crowley was good, at sucking up all of those emotions back into him. He knew how to control them, and work around them. If he wanted to, that was. And, well, maybe he had been embarrassed, and angry at being discovered, and .. Crowley isn't sure, he doesn't really feel like getting into depth about how emotions work or feel. Much better to just ... shove them in a box.
"I'm fine," Crowley assures him, shaking out a paw just to test. He does his best to ignore Aurum's moment of hesitation before responding -- were they repulsive? he hasn't seen them before, it's only natural, though. doesn't sound phased, even.
Don't think too hard on it.
"Can't say I didn't have it coming, anyways," Crowley grins wolfishly, -- or at least an approximation of one. He's trying to save face, just a bit. I mean, admittedly it wasn't going to be really worth it, since Crowley was just going to be admitting a secret in a minute. It made him feel better, anyways. And anyways, it wasn't really worth wasting some stress on somebody who flung themselves out of a tree, just for .. fun. Not fun, but something.
He takes a breath. Questions, then. He'd been baiting for them, just a bit.
Crowley takes a breath. He doesn't have to answer, if he doesn't. But, taking in Aurum now .. he thinks he wants to. He can't quite put into words why. He keeps secrets, that's kind of his .. thing. Mind, Aziraphale was a bit flighty about their relationship, and Crowley had never been close to anyone else.
And, anyways, Crowley might be dead soon -- a month, a year. Who knows. It wouldn't hurt to be a little open.
Christ, he's practically having to talk himself into this.
"Right, cause I'd go so long without having learned already," He says it just to say it. There's no reason for Aurum to know any backstory. He tries to imbue some sourness to his words, just for the effect, but the illusion is broken by the bleak smirk. His tail twitches. Don't look away. Don't. He wasn't so pathetic as to avoid gazes, was he? When he wasn't being purposefully evasive, that was. Crowley wasn't good at lying, and it's not like anyone could usually see past the glasses, anyways. Point being, this was the exact opposite of that. "I, uh. Can't. Fly, that is," He makes a vague motion with his wing. Gathers the strength to elaborate. That could mean a lot of things, after all -- all sorts of hurdles to overcome. "It's just sorta .. a characteristic, of my sort. Used to be able to, though," He makes a vague motion with a wing. It's as close to proper elaboration as he'll willingly get -- a half-answer. Contextless. It's by habit more than by specifically excluding anything.
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