#crcwly

[angelshiraeth]

❛  haven’t you heard the news?  ❜ || @crcwly

Well. That's certainly one way to announce an entrance. Aziraphale looked up from the rare novel he'd been inspecting. Even though 'the news' likely didn't hold any positive connotations – at least, not with their luck – Aziraphale couldn't stop the bright smile slipping onto his face. It was a rather instinctive reaction around Crowley.

The angel removes his glasses, placing them down on his desk, and is standing up within mere heartbeats. As the demon's words sink in, Aziraphale's smile turns slightly nervous. His hands fidget, wringing together as he steps towards Crowley. "What news?" He prompts, something urgent seeping into his tone.

Oh dear. Was there another armageddon happening? "Is something wrong?" He's stood just before Crowley now, gaze roaming the demon's face. Aziraphale isn't certain whether he's searching for a sign of it being a joke, or if he's searching for any indication that something truly terrible was happening.

A nervous glance at the windows behind Crowley suggest that the world outside was functioning as it should. The typical hustle and bustle of London, no signs of the world ending. At least not immediately. Although, it does little to ease Aziraphale's nerves as the angel awaits Crowley's reply.

#tickety boo ;; ic #crcwly

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      a hand presses to the back of her neck.  squeezes slightly before it comes back to rest in her lap.  ellie leans back against the couch  ,  blue eyes focusing on crowley as he comes to sit in the chair opposite her.  she tries to give him a soft smile but it falls a little flat.  she was feeling better  ,  she promised.  but the lack of her medication was making her emotions be all over the place.  “  yeah.  ”  she mumbles.  “  i’m glad you’re back.  ”  she’s trying to change the subject.  crowley hadn’t been around for months.  she missed him.

╰   ––––––– ✧   @crcwly​    :      asked      ❨        glad to see you’re feeling better.           ❩˙

#crcwly #⌜ ANSWERED ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ YOU'VE REACHED THE VOICEMAIL OF ELENORE. #⌜ MAIN VERSE ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ SHE DOESN'T NEED A FLUX CAPACITOR. #i love tHEM.

[korinthiakos]

@crcwly had sent in this: “ believe me, you’ll know. ” | THE SWAN PRINCESS (     1994      ) ( accepting !! )

The nightmare's eyebrows furrowed, a quizzical look appeared across his face. "Believe you? Now that's a high stake you're making there. Believe you. It's hard to believe someone like you." The Corinthian observed him, examining the other's own sunglasses, and how they mirrored the Corinthian's reflection. "Though you say it as if I'm going to believe you automatically."

#[ answered. — you called forth a dream ; you caught yourself a nightmare ] #[ v. main — the nightmare unleashed ] #crcwly #( hello there !! )

[korinthiakos]

⌛

Send "⌛" for a glimpse into my muse's past in the form of a flashback. Feel free to specify a specific time or event to be recalled, or leave it up to the receiver. ( accepting! )

They were on the bottom of the stairs, craning their head up and up and up; and way up high was a castle. A frightening thing when Dream was in a mood. The Corinthian began their journey, one step at a time, though one step was not an enough when you have a million steps to go. The dread began to sculpt itself inside of the Corinthian-- building up and up and up with every step they take. They began to bite their bottom lip to control their own emotions. And sand began to spill; not blood, no, just sand. Grains of sand bleeding from their wound. At the half-way point, Corinthian could see the Dreams that were created with the idea of flight. But choose not to encourage any conversation. They kept walking and walking, up and up and fucking up. "..." It takes forever to get up there, and yes-- the Corinthian could simply manifest into the castle itself. But there's something about the stairs that they should walk up on. The time it takes, the spite that builds, the anticipation that wells inside of them. It's like psyching themselves up when facing Dream of the Endless. The stairs are their punishment and a way to think. A way to plan, a way to even hope.

And then the journey ends; and the doors open. They step in, look back and the doors close behind him. Flashback over.

#[ answered. — you called forth a dream ; you caught yourself a nightmare ] #[ v. before disobeying — a nightmare in the dreaming ] #crcwly #( <3 )