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sauntereddownward) wrote2019-10-03 10:30 pm
sauntereddownward) wrote2019-10-03 10:30 pm
Aziraphale
Since that fateful morning in Aziraphale's shop...flat...bedroom...Crowley had decided he needed to really dive into this feelings thing headfirst. He went to the park and the shops and quaint little restaurants and he watched. Watched couples, mainly. He wasn't human but surely there might be something there he could understand.
He understood the looks, the smiles, the gentle touches. He could appreciate the affection. He could very much appreciate how nervous they all were. Well, not all. Some of the people were absolute predators and he could tell just by looking, but those people he looked straight past. That wasn't what he wanted to know.
Where Aziraphale might turn to books, Crowley liked something a bit more timely and he headed for the internet. He set up a Match.com account, but only learned there were a terrible lot of horny, awful men in the world. He went to r/Relationships and learned just how bloody dysfunctional They all were. It seemed no matter where he turned he only found out that this thing Humans lauded, wrote poetry and music about, talked about constantly seemed to be something not a single one of them had a grasp on.
And so he decided if he was going to learn anything about Love he was going to have to go to the Source. Or, well, close as he could get. He skipped his way into a church and found a priest. Surely His love would be understood in a place like this.
The sum total of what he learned was that the priest was an idiot and dancing his way into and out of the church was going to have him soaking his feet for a week.
At a loss, he retired to Aziraphale's book shop and draped himself in a comfortable chair. He let out a dying, pained moan and hung his head back until he had slithered down and nearly sideways in the chair.
"Angel!" he called. "I think I need some tea."
He understood the looks, the smiles, the gentle touches. He could appreciate the affection. He could very much appreciate how nervous they all were. Well, not all. Some of the people were absolute predators and he could tell just by looking, but those people he looked straight past. That wasn't what he wanted to know.
Where Aziraphale might turn to books, Crowley liked something a bit more timely and he headed for the internet. He set up a Match.com account, but only learned there were a terrible lot of horny, awful men in the world. He went to r/Relationships and learned just how bloody dysfunctional They all were. It seemed no matter where he turned he only found out that this thing Humans lauded, wrote poetry and music about, talked about constantly seemed to be something not a single one of them had a grasp on.
And so he decided if he was going to learn anything about Love he was going to have to go to the Source. Or, well, close as he could get. He skipped his way into a church and found a priest. Surely His love would be understood in a place like this.
The sum total of what he learned was that the priest was an idiot and dancing his way into and out of the church was going to have him soaking his feet for a week.
At a loss, he retired to Aziraphale's book shop and draped himself in a comfortable chair. He let out a dying, pained moan and hung his head back until he had slithered down and nearly sideways in the chair.
"Angel!" he called. "I think I need some tea."