SOMEONE'S GETTING ATE UP ☆ crowley

[arcy]

-

-

Crowley would never punish somebody for asking questions, and he never planned to either -- he'd been there before, after all. They were just questions, and they just wanted answers. There wasn't anything harmful about that, was there? Regardless, it was probably for the better that Aurum didn't push. Crowley wasn't particularly keen on talking about the personal part of his life. Can you imagine? Crowley spent six thousand years befriending an angel who still struggled to acknowledge it -- still refused to acknowledge Heaven had its faults, who still said get thee behind me, foul fiend before promptly inviting him in. Crowley got it -- he got it, and he would never begrudge Aziraphale for such a thing, for listening to Heaven's propaganda. ... But it stung sometimes, and he can't imagine many other people would get it, either.
"That's .. bizarre," Crowley decides, scowling to himself. Being forced to shift? .. He's not even gonna touch that, honestly. It was probably better for Aurum to keep the details to himself for the moment, in all honesty. Crowley would believe him, certainly, but he wouldn't be happy about it. He'd been here for months, and even still he struggled to understand what the fuck was going on sometimes. There'd always been certain rules to humanity, and thus far, quite a lot of them had been thrown in the trash. .. Probably because this wasn't humanity to begin with.
Crowley's frustration about the whole fucking .. Heaven thing only climbs in the face of Aurum's response to his question. He wasn't sure if he was looking for an answer or not -- he'd just .. needed to say it. But fucking Heaven. Heaven Heaven Heaven. Crowley has an expression sort of like he'd eaten a lemon, tail twitching.
"They aren't particularly observant, so with any luck ..." Crowley tries, already brutally shoving down whatever terrible emotions he's feeling. It's not like he'd be able to do anything about it, though Aurum is apparently set on .. picking a fight or something. For their sakes? Anyways -- Crowley might be dead or something. And even if he wasn't, well -- Crowley was awfully crafty, certainly, and he'd managed to keep Aziraphale stationed on Earth that one time, but the circumstances were so wildly different now. He wasn't the most .. useful person around, even when he tried. And he hadn't, so far. Definitely not.
Crowley, promptly too stressed to think further on he and Aurum's presumably inevitable facedowns with their -- not sides. They're not sides. Crowley doesn't know what else to call them, but they're not -- with Heaven and Hell, quickly changes the subject. "I didn't even realize Heaven really did the guardian angel gig," He says, shuffling his wings awkwardly. It was fascinating, if in a wildly distressing way. "Always thought they'd consider it too terrible of a job to actually go through with it," He smirks, almost half-heartedly. It made sense, though -- demons did something similar, didn't they? The other ones, he means. Mostly stayed in their pit, but occasionally emerged to target a single person. Terribly inefficient, wasn't it?

-