catch the sun ➵ flight,, attempt

[arcy]

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Crowley probably wouldn't have known what to do with Snarl's thought process even if she had said it out loud. He wouldn't blame her for thinking he was delusional, but yikes, Crowley wished he was. Wouldn't it be neat, if he could just ... wake up, and not have to spend every other moment worrying about being demonic enough or having Hell on his tail?
Anyways, he'd probably think she was right on every other front besides the not real thing. Crowley wasn't particularly optimistic about Heaven or Hell, honestly.
"Wouldn't that have been a conversation starter," He tells her dryly. That conversation had been as close as he'd gotten to spilling his guts before this moment. He's honestly a little alarmed by how quickly she took to the concept -- was it just ... common knowledge, here? Were there more, right under his nose? Or was there ... something else? Crowley regards her with something dubious, but, with a flick of his tail, allows her to circle him. It's a little .. nervewracking to allow. He trusts her to an extent, with information especially, but Crowley is paranoid by habit, and he hasn't exactly struck any gold with her motivations. He's in the dark.
He distracts himself.
Crowley wrinkles his nose as Aurum explains his story. He isn't particularly surprised -- Aziraphale may be deluding himself into believing in Heaven's methods and goals, but Crowley saw through them. Still, it's ... jarring. To realize that that's something they could do.
They could do that to Aziraphale, and Crowley won't be there to do anything about it. He curls his tail around himself, ignoring the spike of anxiety, and continues without a hitch.
"Didn't realize they could do that," Crowley says, somewhat flatly. Quite frankly, as much as he's glad the attention is off him, Heaven and Hell still aren't his favorite topics in the world.  "Still, they do have a certain ... method of treating their employees," Crowley's face looks sour for a moment. Employee was an interesting word to use in such a context, but Crowley did like the sort of .. energy to it.
As Aurum continues, a somewhat startled look crosses over Crowley's face. It's .. such a polar opposite to what Aziraphale would have said. It's ... strangely exciting, to hear the near opposite of Aziraphale's great speeches about hereditary enemies and all that.
.. Listen, by no means was Crowley meaning to compare Aurum and Aziraphale. They were different, aside from the whole .. angels who don't fucking hate his guts thing. On this specific subject, though, it's hard to stop himself. It's positive, though.
"The only reason it's true is 'cause people buy into it at all," He grins, eyes bright. That's propaganda, baby! Crowley may not understand why Aurum is an exception to this, but he feels like questioning it would just be ... bad luck, or something. "They come up for specific temptations sometimes. But mostly, they leave ... left it up to me," He flips a paw. It aches, a little. He ignores it. It's weird, not being able to just ... miracle away his injuries. It's nothing serious, mind. "Just one single field agent, can you believe it? They're all stuck in the fourteenth century. Wonder what they'll do, finding a new one?" His grin is practically wicked, now. It's at a terrible cost, Crowley is sure, but he wishes he could see the chaos of them trying to acclimate another demon to the planet.
He can get some joy out of his terrible mistake. Aurum might find it similarly funny, as long as Crowley keeps the ... darker, imminent death parts of it neatly tucked away.

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