SOMEONE'S GETTING ATE UP ☆ crowley

[arcy]

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Though Crowley would deny it, he got attached to people quickly, in every sense of the word. If they said or did the right thing, Crowley would latch on without a second thought. Aurum, as it happens, had done that over and over again. But .. especially lately. The conversation about the whole .. angel-demon thing had been a bit of an eye-opener.
If Crowley were similarly asked if his feelings for Aurum went any further, he probably wouldn't even consider the answer before panicking and yelling at the questioner. Similarly, if asked if they were friends, there'd be a fair amount of sputtering. It was a lot for Crowley to cope with, having gone six millennium with only one real friend. In all honesty though, the feelings* Aurum gave him were so different from the ones Aziraphale did that Crowley found it hard to place what he did feel. ... The massive difference in their relationships probably helped with this. They were incredibly positive feelings, certainly, but his inability to place them had him electing to ignore them entirely.
*gross.
In any case, well .. Crowley really wasn't sure how to feel about Aurum being an angel. It meant a lot of things. For Crowley, certainly, and the sort of assumptions he made of himself as an occult being, but also for Aurum. Crowley, after all, knew how Heaven and Hell were. He tried not to think about it. It was easier.
"I'm not entirely sure I do anything besides gardening and sleeping when I'm not socializing," Crowley spits the word out as though it's a foul word, but his tone is light. Somewhat drowsy, he lifts his head, blinking at Aurum. His sunglasses are off again, but he doesn't bother grabbing them yet. He'd just been trying to catch some sun, see. It was getting closer to winter, after all. This didn't bode well for him, cold-blooded as he was. He blinks, and Aurum's words catch up to him. A minute to talk. How ominous. It provokes a burst of anxiety, but Crowley ... trusts Aurum*, whatever he's going to say. Crowley turns to face the lion, jaw opening somewhat alarmingly wide as he yawns. He grins. "So, yeah, 'm free. What's up?" His tail twitches. He wouldn't even be able to begin to guess what the conversation is about, honestly. It probably doesn't help that he's still somewhat hazy from his sun-soak, but that'll only be for a second, surely.
*Personally, Crowley finds the fact he isn't working himself into a state or paranoia and/or panic about this kind of alarming.

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