Day 59 - 435 words - Prompt: n/a

for the first time in his existance, azirpahle is allowed to 'do good recklesley' and by howdy, there's really no other words for it.

Cowley can didn't little mor ethat sit back and watch in glee as the angel lets loose six thousdand years of repressed wishes. he's always been looser with miricles than an other angel on heaven's payroll, but centureies of repremands has had him having to keep them small, unnoticlble, and ready to lawyer his was in to justifing each and every one of them. there had also been big ol 'NO' things he couldn't do anything about. children hosbitals for one. natural disasters for another. those, among other things, are stickly off limits to angels without express permission, and that typically only exended to one or two people, and only for small amounts of time.

but now? now, the angel was free to let loose, and een all the goodness in the air didn't set crawlys' teeth on edge, becuase every good deed was also a middle finger to heaven, and really - at te end of the day - wasn't that more importtant?

unfortatly, after a solid month of good tidings, crawly begrudingly had to step in. he'd noticed in the last few days the angel giddiness has taken an almost high and drunk turn, the angel bright eyes turning a ltittle glassy, and his anctions becoming uncorodinated. the angel looked midlt perturned that his limbs didn't seem to be working witht eh effectiancy that the should, but not enough to worry about. althought, he only pouted with crolwy finally reached out, gently taking his hands once he'd miricled a car accident from happening and prefenting him form calling down another.

"but i can now!" he sulked, looked betrayed and small.

croalwy smiled at him softly, "I know you can angel, but i think you might need to slow it down a bit, yet?"

"No.. eally?"

the demon, anel hands still in in his left, reached up with his right hand to pat the increatingly errative curls ont azirpahles head. they here aprouching intamable territory, and the angels baraber was going to have his work cut out for him getting them back under control. "You seem.. very manic righ tnow," crolwey hedged, "a bit giggly. if we where drinking, this is te point you'd stsart talkng about sobering up."

"i-oh." he cut himself off abrutly, talking a momnt to look in ward, "i am a bit scattered right now, arn't i?"

"leaking good will and a trail of peacful thoughts all over the place. maybe we have a quite night in, see if you can recenter a bit?"