Writers Guild Presents - Tethered - Ch 7 - Memories
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Chapter 7 of work in progress
TW/CW: Angst, Discussion of attempted suicide, implied character death, panic attack, some light smut.
Summary:
Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?
Excerpt:
Crowley stood in a noisy airport at the arrivals gate holding a bouquet of red roses, fidgeting nervously. All of his usual laidback swagger was buried under a blanket of anxiety, his spine was a solid metal rod. He was always a little bouncy when Aziraphale came to visit, but this time was different. Crowley hopped his feet up and down like the floor was burning hot sand. He juggled the little box in his jacket pocket as he stared at the sliding glass doors, willing the familiar head of blond hair to appear through them. Were the roses too cliché? Maybe he should have gotten the peonies instead. Too late now.
“There, I see him.” Crowley turned to the young man beside him. “Are you recording?”
“Yeah, it's on,” said Adam.
“Right, here he comes.” Crowley shook out his shoulders and trilled his lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, but it was an airport; no one ever looked their best at an airport. He moved towards the beacon that was Aziraphale’s gleaming smile. His heart thudded like hoofbeats in his chest. Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathing and walking, those were the two main requirements at the moment. He had no idea what his facial expression was, he just hoped he was smiling too. God, Aziraphale was so gorgeous, even after eight hours on a plane. How was that even possible?
“Hello, my darling!” Aziraphale greeted him.
“Hi,” said Crowley, because that was about as eloquent as he could manage. He unceremoniously handed the bouquet to Aziraphale.
“Oh my!” Aziraphale chuckled. “Flowers? What's the occasion?”
And there was Crowley’s opening. Aziraphale was reaching out his arms for an embrace but Crowley needed to do what he came to do first. He bent down on one knee, and pulled the little box from his pocket.
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In Love's Secret Domain
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Transcript:
(Trees singing) La la la la
~bad vibes~
CROWLEY Why Fangorn?
AZIRAPHALE Um… I don't know… It's so stifling here… and this tune makes me sleepy…
CROWLEY Yeah…
AZIRAPHALE Crowley… don't let me fall asleep. Wake me up if I do…
If Metatron finds out I'm struggling, he'll discorporate me permanently…
CROWLEY WHAT? Are you serious?
AZIRAPHALE Don't worry dear, I won't let them punish you
CROWLEY Angel! Angel! Snap out of it! Look at me!
This is for real, isn't it?
We should wake up NOW!
AZIRAPHALE Yes. Let's
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CROWLEY and AZIRAPHALE
WE CAN'T?!
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ASTROBLEME - Collab - Page 24
Astrobleme [ as-truh-bleem ] - an erosional scar on the earth’s surface, produced by the impact of a cosmic body, such as a meteorite.
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A collab between @vavoom-sorted-art and me. Next page coming out over on her blog on Sunday!
Part 25 coming soon!
https://astroblemecomic.carrd.co/ <- Read the full comic here.
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Tattooed forearms anyone?
Here's a little something I was inspired to draw after writing Poetry Carved in Flesh chapter 6 (I'll update it soon I promise 🤍).
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