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mekachu04"Well.. what could angels thrive off of, if chaos is enough to for you to get by?"
"people caring about each other…" Crowley murmured, hunching in on himself.
"I think you cast the wrong net, demon. Yes. I'm sure that would sustain the average angel. but i think you two can do better."
"What..."
"Come on Crowley. you are better than this. this should be easy."
/something that Aziraphale thrived off of that other angels..../ "Passion."
Pestilence sat back on Crowley's couch with an easiness that Crowley didn't like at all but he was thinking to hard on this new puzzle before him. but the rider wasn't done, ""If it wasn't for the marching orders, i do think the two of you could have gone a lot longer without noticing. I would hazard a guess, "
"we both got cut off a long time ago..."
"Whispers tell me the two of you shouldn't even be standing, yet here you are."
"they cut us off as soon as they realized they couldn't kill us."
That grotesque grin was back and Crowley paced. "But.. but we didn't notice. we didn't notice because we been self sustaining already... I did't realize... but it makes since.. Satan... Did Aziraphale know?" he might have without understanding it. how often had he had miracle restraints on him. Yet, he got away with so much without having to deal with Gabriel, especially over the last century or two.
they'd been getting by just fine in spite of Hell and Heaven, until... "Until you came back. Did... Truthfully, did they call you or did the humans?"
"I got a package."
Crowley swallowed thickly. "This whole... this whole pandemic... was... planned?"
"I can't answer that-"
Crowley whirled on him, angry, but Pestilence only help up a gangern finger, "-Because I do not know. I think this would have happened, regardless, but i do have suspicions that it was helped along. Archetypes heavily favored by both sides seamed to do everything they could to make things worse, so there is that, but it could also have just been a purely human thing. Regardless, I was sent a package, and I have strong feelings that i was sent out specifically to target you two. I don't like being manipulated. If humanity wants me to ride, than i shall, but i happily passed that call to the next generation, and i find the ignorance on display right now highly suspect. But. You, more than any of them, also know what humans are like. So really. who can tell?"
"So where do we go from here?"
"My orders are to stay in this area, but no other riders have been summoned, other than that Death never left. I am unfortunately here until the human decide to dismiss me. As for the two of you...."
"I need to get him out of London then."
"Possibly. it will likely be easier. But. I also would hedge a bet with isolation."
"Would do us no better than it does for humans."
"It becomes necessary, but it also can do much damage in the same hand. You thrive on the chaos my ride has brought."
"If i can get him in the general area of happy people..."
"There is something else...."
"That sounds omnionus."
"When did you angel start to make a south turn? what... changed."
it was like a spear to his heart. it stated small.... but...."When he moved in with me." he was toxic. he was actively hurting his best friend. he had caused -
"Stop that, i can taste you spiraling. it's foul. it's not you that caused this, just the location."
"he needs to get back to being around humans. back to soho."
he needs the burglers, and the strange neighbors hunkered in around him, lively vibrant people in contrast to the drab wealthy shut ins that occupied Crowley's building.
the pale rider stood finally, joints load and creaking as he moved to let himself out. "Good luck, Earth Agent Crowley. Hopefully, this is the last time we meet. I'm so very tired, i want nothing more to go back to sleep. If Heaven and Hell are manipulation g things again for their own ends instead of following the plan.. well.. it's only fair that i get to set things in motion to mess up those goals in turn. so. Well. Give 'em Hell."
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Crowley sat cross legged on his bed, pillow in his lap as he studied the exhausted angel next to him. This could be all some bizarre elaborate trap to get them out of the warded flat. but the bookshop was just as well protected. the danger would be getting them from here to there. Last time, Aziraphale had come though the phone lines as to not be seen dithering about by the humans, Setting a good example and all, when Crowley had first awakened from his extended nap in the fall.
Unfortunately, doing it the same way would require someone to go to the shop and pick the phone up to connect the call in the first place. If bet if he tried now, he'd just get a busy single - the receiver for his landline likely still sitting on a desk somewhere. Same issue Crowley had faced with the whole fire situation int he first place, unfortunately.
But they would be okay. Crowley just had to get his angel back out clever and creative humans, and they would figure it out from there. This was scary - oh it was beyond terrifying! - but if Pestilence was one to something, ten this could be a good thing.
"A good thing, angel," Crowley reiterated to the pinched face next to his knee, "when this works, well.. we won't ever have to worry about Hell or Heaven breathing down out necks ever again. If we can do miracles without them, there might be a whole lot more we can do without them."
Because a spine was more a suggestion then anything Crowley actually had, he bent down and press a kiss to sweaty curls, "We didn't need them in the first place, and now we can prove it..."
"people caring about each other…" Crowley murmured, hunching in on himself.
"I think you cast the wrong net, demon. Yes. I'm sure that would sustain the average angel. but i think you two can do better."
"What..."
"Come on Crowley. you are better than this. this should be easy."
/something that Aziraphale thrived off of that other angels..../ "Passion."
Pestilence sat back on Crowley's couch with an easiness that Crowley didn't like at all but he was thinking to hard on this new puzzle before him. but the rider wasn't done, ""If it wasn't for the marching orders, i do think the two of you could have gone a lot longer without noticing. I would hazard a guess, "
"we both got cut off a long time ago..."
"Whispers tell me the two of you shouldn't even be standing, yet here you are."
"they cut us off as soon as they realized they couldn't kill us."
That grotesque grin was back and Crowley paced. "But.. but we didn't notice. we didn't notice because we been self sustaining already... I did't realize... but it makes since.. Satan... Did Aziraphale know?" he might have without understanding it. how often had he had miracle restraints on him. Yet, he got away with so much without having to deal with Gabriel, especially over the last century or two.
they'd been getting by just fine in spite of Hell and Heaven, until... "Until you came back. Did... Truthfully, did they call you or did the humans?"
"I got a package."
Crowley swallowed thickly. "This whole... this whole pandemic... was... planned?"
"I can't answer that-"
Crowley whirled on him, angry, but Pestilence only help up a gangern finger, "-Because I do not know. I think this would have happened, regardless, but i do have suspicions that it was helped along. Archetypes heavily favored by both sides seamed to do everything they could to make things worse, so there is that, but it could also have just been a purely human thing. Regardless, I was sent a package, and I have strong feelings that i was sent out specifically to target you two. I don't like being manipulated. If humanity wants me to ride, than i shall, but i happily passed that call to the next generation, and i find the ignorance on display right now highly suspect. But. You, more than any of them, also know what humans are like. So really. who can tell?"
"So where do we go from here?"
"My orders are to stay in this area, but no other riders have been summoned, other than that Death never left. I am unfortunately here until the human decide to dismiss me. As for the two of you...."
"I need to get him out of London then."
"Possibly. it will likely be easier. But. I also would hedge a bet with isolation."
"Would do us no better than it does for humans."
"It becomes necessary, but it also can do much damage in the same hand. You thrive on the chaos my ride has brought."
"If i can get him in the general area of happy people..."
"There is something else...."
"That sounds omnionus."
"When did you angel start to make a south turn? what... changed."
it was like a spear to his heart. it stated small.... but...."When he moved in with me." he was toxic. he was actively hurting his best friend. he had caused -
"Stop that, i can taste you spiraling. it's foul. it's not you that caused this, just the location."
"he needs to get back to being around humans. back to soho."
he needs the burglers, and the strange neighbors hunkered in around him, lively vibrant people in contrast to the drab wealthy shut ins that occupied Crowley's building.
the pale rider stood finally, joints load and creaking as he moved to let himself out. "Good luck, Earth Agent Crowley. Hopefully, this is the last time we meet. I'm so very tired, i want nothing more to go back to sleep. If Heaven and Hell are manipulation g things again for their own ends instead of following the plan.. well.. it's only fair that i get to set things in motion to mess up those goals in turn. so. Well. Give 'em Hell."
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Crowley sat cross legged on his bed, pillow in his lap as he studied the exhausted angel next to him. This could be all some bizarre elaborate trap to get them out of the warded flat. but the bookshop was just as well protected. the danger would be getting them from here to there. Last time, Aziraphale had come though the phone lines as to not be seen dithering about by the humans, Setting a good example and all, when Crowley had first awakened from his extended nap in the fall.
Unfortunately, doing it the same way would require someone to go to the shop and pick the phone up to connect the call in the first place. If bet if he tried now, he'd just get a busy single - the receiver for his landline likely still sitting on a desk somewhere. Same issue Crowley had faced with the whole fire situation int he first place, unfortunately.
But they would be okay. Crowley just had to get his angel back out clever and creative humans, and they would figure it out from there. This was scary - oh it was beyond terrifying! - but if Pestilence was one to something, ten this could be a good thing.
"A good thing, angel," Crowley reiterated to the pinched face next to his knee, "when this works, well.. we won't ever have to worry about Hell or Heaven breathing down out necks ever again. If we can do miracles without them, there might be a whole lot more we can do without them."
Because a spine was more a suggestion then anything Crowley actually had, he bent down and press a kiss to sweaty curls, "We didn't need them in the first place, and now we can prove it..."
