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tony, you are /so/ dead. ID! / ...FOUND: @taceplantae
LOCATED: @taceplantae ! you could have asked me. [ they curl their tail around him, flicking him in the face with it gently before it returns to behind them, swinging gently. something ugly sits in their throat, some awful monster that might've named jealousy, or perhaps anger, as it usually is. (karma will never not be caught in sin. embrace it). their next words are a little strained. ] did you two have fun?
i should be surprised you were gone so long, right.. ?
⎘ @videtamare | [ oh, but it's not lucky's fault at all. crowley knows he should have done better, that he should have climbed the mountain no matter how difficult and high, that he should have found a way to get back to them. the tears make his eyes feel fizzy, burning as they coat his lashes and form parachutes in between each lash, before one lone crystal becomes too heavy to bear, and it trickles down his cheek in a hot, rushed path. he moves his hand, lightning fast, to smear it up to his temple with the heel of his hand. ] it is my fault, you're right. i'm sorry. i should have said something. or gotten back to you. i know it's not right to just show up again like nothing happened. i didn't think i could find you after this time ... i thought you might resent me.
[ if their throat swells, it’s worse than a bonfire swelling smoke into crumpling lungs, like cedar, like /tissue paper/, nothing unscarred by time or intention as they breathe slower than before. lucky is dizzy, rendered silent by the sight of gathering saline. ( doesn’t it hurt watching this? why aren’t you guilt-stricken the way you SHOULD be? you care for him.. you’re /flippant/, you’re CRUEL, why can’t you manage a simple ‘sorry’? ) he—- crowley—- deserves better. so a single step, no matter how desperate it may seem, might barely reverse the damage they’re inflicting. ] it’s not your fault. don’t apologize, please—- [ they reach, stretching further, fingers barely steady. ] /crowley/. i don’t blame you. i just didn’t.. you returned with no /warning/, or anything, &. i never—-
⎘ @videtamare | i ... [ crowley trails off, rolling their first statement over in his head carefully, turning it inside out, a sudden wave that makes him feel nauseous washing through him, making him sick to his stomach for a solid three seconds until he can swallow it down. he feels hot, then cold, feverish, eyelids fluttering. people come and go. does that mean they don't want to see him? does that mean it's his cue to go again? he takes in a huge breath, saline welling up in his eyes, and so he squeezes them shut like that will help the matter at all. ] i'm sorry, [ he manages, high-pitched, breathless. ] i left, i know, i should have said something. i couldn't. i'm sorry.
/ *faint screaming*
/ HOLLERS UNHOLILY
/ do i gotta bring back mr aziraphale
/ I MISS U
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crowley , your plants are taking over my shop >:0
there’s barely room for all the books between them ! they’re very good decor , but there’s a lot of them .
@taceplantae * ╱ so you’re telling me that in order to survive , i have to eat food ? ╱ crowley explaining the basics for the 100th time
@taceplantae * ╱︎ that’s a major design flaw . what am i gonna eat ? you tried to serve me / vegetables / yesterday — && i know you can’t cook ╱︎ pls that’s hilarious —
⎘ @naturaevivere | no. you gotta. or you die. / HAHAHHAHA IMAGINE CROWLEY COMING HOME AND TERRY IS RIGHT THERE AND HES LIKE “what.”