SOMEONE'S GETTING ATE UP ☆ crowley

[arcy]

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Separated from the rest of Heaven and Hell had been part of the reason the Arrangement had been formed. Convenience, and being able to relate to somebody else. You couldn't talk about Heaven and Hell with mortals after all. Crowley supposes it's for the better, though. He doesn't exactly have the most positive feelings on his fellow demons. He'd take Aziraphale over backup from hell any day. So .. yes, Crowly would understand Aurum's need for someone to talk to. Crowley would probably consider himself a fine candidate to talk about it to even among angels and demons. Years of listening to Aziraphale had him well versed on both sides, after all.
It was, however, worth noting that Crowley didn't have much personal experience with Heaven, though. He didn't remember his life before Falling, beyond vague impressions,
Though, unlike Aurum, Crowley had been expecting to run into other angels and demons. Not many, but, well -- it was a bit unavoidable, wasn't it? Immortal and all. Crowley had been planning on avoiding them, in all honesty. Just because they'd been rumored to have gone rogue didn't mean Crowley wanted to try his luck. What Crowley hadn't expected, coming into this* was to eventually be lounging in the sun next to an angel, but Crowley sure wasn't complaining.
*like, as a whole.
Crowley's face contorts into something passively sour as Aurum speaks, sticking out a split tongue. He didn't have anything against being promoted, per se, and he doesn't think he'd say no. The point still stood. "Hadn't even considered that, to be honest," He tells Aurum. He still wasn't used to being a part of everything without an ulterior motive, and, to be entirely honest, the idea of being promoted without use of miracles or a plan was .. jarring. It's fine. He'd deal with it.
Crowley falls silent as Aurum continues. He's not in any particular rush to be discussing Heaven and Hell, but he presumes the lion has a bit to get off his shoulders. Even if this weren't the case, Crowley wouldn't be averse to complaining, or even just allowing Aurum room to do so. Besides, Aziraphale sometimes flipflopped between joining him and making excuses, and that was only varyingly fun.
"Be hell to explain, anyways," He agrees with a flicker of a grin. Crowley doesn't think they explained how Heaven or Hell operated in any books, at any rate. Crowley wouldn't know, though -- he physically can't touch a bible.
.. Or, well. He can. He'd just regret it immediately afterwards.
"Hell is, well .. Hell," Crowley takes his opportunity to fill in the blanks, shrugging.  "Not sure what anybody expects besides misery. Kind of is. Mostly there's crowding, paperwork, and Hellhounds," Crowley grimaces, saying it. He's sure as hell glad that it's not his problem, both as a field agent and as a rogue agent. He's too important to be fed to the hellhounds, despite his low ranking. He'd claimed too many major human disasters for that. But what he was potentially forced to experience was  .. everything else. Crowley has, personally, gone through a hellish amount of reports, and paperwork for reincorporation. Crowley, personally, thinks he'd rather be fed to the Hellhounds than deal with it.
"I assure you, I have a lot to say about both of them. Anything specific?" Crowley grins wickedly. Heaven and Hell, Angels and Demons, all of that was terribly nonspecific, wasn't it? Broad categories. Besides, Crowley would probably go on a tangent if he didn't ask.
//(ashdfkjdshf revised this a bit)

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