11-19-2019, 03:33 PM
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In all truth, Aurum's words hit alarmingly close to home. Crowley's face twitches, and he tightens his tail around himself. There'd been a while where he'd been so negative about ... everything. He'd had to have been there to claim that he'd caused all of those .. human disasters, after all. They chose to do the most heinous things, and kill people just because they could or because there were a little different.
There was a lot time where he'd been stuck on that.
It'd taken a lot time before he stopped focusing on that.
"Makes sense," Crowley says, soft. He seems to consider saying more, mouth opening before gently clacking shut. He's not sure he could.
Funny how similar him and Aurum are in some ways, though so different on surface level.
Crowley tilts his head. He supposes that makes sense -- it was hard imagine it being completely empty anyways. That might just be because he's so used to Hell's system and hallways, though.
"Probably." He decides, absorbing this. Aurum's experiences with Heaven continue to be minorly distressing. "He was their field agent. He only really went up to talk to his superiors," He shrugs.
Huh. It hasn't been that long, and it's actually kind of inexpressable, how much he misses Aziraphale. Crowley decides not to think about it, as he usually does. Better not to acknowledge it.
"Wasn't too bad, once I got used to it," It wasn't very Aurum, but it's not like Crowley wouldn't like Aurum in any form. After a moment of processing this, however, Crowley scrunches his nose. "That sounds kind of nightmarish, actually. Does that sort of thing happen often?" His tail unwinds around himself and thumps against the ground. Crowley had always hesitated to shift to his snake form, afraid to somehow .. not be able to switch back. And it certainly hadn't happened, but he really didn't appreciate the idea of it being anything besides an irrational fear. Like, even aside from Crowley trying to process the shit Aurum's been mentioning. Genuinely, how much shit can happen to one person in so short of a time?
"Obedience through fear is a favorite. Among others," What a way to spend six thousand years, huh? Overworked, or constantly afraid that a wrong question would get you sent to hell via a, frankly, traumatizing event. And Crowley could admit it, it was effective. No matter what doubts one may have, they'd always shut it down. He'd seen it time and time again with Aziraphale.
"... Yeah," Crowley agrees, after a long pause. He wasn't free, not by a long shot. It was temporary, everything was temporary.
Don't spill, don't worry him. He tries for a smirk, and manages it semi-successfully. Crowley wasn't a particularly good liar, not ever, but he wasn't terrible at it when it counted, either. Don't comment, let him fill it his own blanks. "S'pose we both are?" Crowley tries, hesitant. Hell was coming for Crowley, but Aurum had been here for .. a while. Crowley couldn't tell you what Heaven would do with a rogue angel, or if they had or had noticed, but .. well. It was true, they both had a reprieve from ... whatever the, hah, hell was going on above and below.
There was a lot time where he'd been stuck on that.
It'd taken a lot time before he stopped focusing on that.
"Makes sense," Crowley says, soft. He seems to consider saying more, mouth opening before gently clacking shut. He's not sure he could.
Funny how similar him and Aurum are in some ways, though so different on surface level.
Crowley tilts his head. He supposes that makes sense -- it was hard imagine it being completely empty anyways. That might just be because he's so used to Hell's system and hallways, though.
"Probably." He decides, absorbing this. Aurum's experiences with Heaven continue to be minorly distressing. "He was their field agent. He only really went up to talk to his superiors," He shrugs.
Huh. It hasn't been that long, and it's actually kind of inexpressable, how much he misses Aziraphale. Crowley decides not to think about it, as he usually does. Better not to acknowledge it.
"Wasn't too bad, once I got used to it," It wasn't very Aurum, but it's not like Crowley wouldn't like Aurum in any form. After a moment of processing this, however, Crowley scrunches his nose. "That sounds kind of nightmarish, actually. Does that sort of thing happen often?" His tail unwinds around himself and thumps against the ground. Crowley had always hesitated to shift to his snake form, afraid to somehow .. not be able to switch back. And it certainly hadn't happened, but he really didn't appreciate the idea of it being anything besides an irrational fear. Like, even aside from Crowley trying to process the shit Aurum's been mentioning. Genuinely, how much shit can happen to one person in so short of a time?
"Obedience through fear is a favorite. Among others," What a way to spend six thousand years, huh? Overworked, or constantly afraid that a wrong question would get you sent to hell via a, frankly, traumatizing event. And Crowley could admit it, it was effective. No matter what doubts one may have, they'd always shut it down. He'd seen it time and time again with Aziraphale.
"... Yeah," Crowley agrees, after a long pause. He wasn't free, not by a long shot. It was temporary, everything was temporary.
Don't spill, don't worry him. He tries for a smirk, and manages it semi-successfully. Crowley wasn't a particularly good liar, not ever, but he wasn't terrible at it when it counted, either. Don't comment, let him fill it his own blanks. "S'pose we both are?" Crowley tries, hesitant. Hell was coming for Crowley, but Aurum had been here for .. a while. Crowley couldn't tell you what Heaven would do with a rogue angel, or if they had or had noticed, but .. well. It was true, they both had a reprieve from ... whatever the, hah, hell was going on above and below.
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