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[ineffablymanic]

imma join the "crowley's not gonna be a miserable cunt" bandwagon.

It's fun to meme about the Last 15 Minutes as the ineffable divorce, but they're both smarter than that. They both know they love each other, they've both indirectly confessed to one another. Even if during their last moments there were tons of misunderstandings in their "talk" when they just spoke towards one another instead of listening to what the other one had to say. And they for sure hurt each other in the process.

Sure, in the series Crowley mourns his dead best friend drunk in a bar, but the scene was supposed to originally happen in the St. James Park. This time, Aziraphale isn't dead, he's just gone upstairs. Crowley might despise his reasoning, but I think he'd connect the dots and understand them, even if he condemns them. Hell still wants its war that Aziraphale started. Crowley knows the Second Coming is underway from his infiltration into Heaven.

Crowley's precious, peaceful, fragile existence he/they carved out for himself/them is gone. I dunno am I gonna be the only one thinking this, but I think it’s a good thing! Crowley didn’t seem to be too happy with his current state, tired of living in his car, questioning the meaning to it all to Shax. Series!Crowley has been running all this time, he’s been living in a limbo and something needed to happen for him to wake up from his stupor. I think S3 is going to force both Aziraphale and Crowley to mature to the beings they were in the book. Aziraphale was So Done with Heaven. Crowley was an optimist.

If there was one rock-hard certainty that had sustained him through the bad times— he thought briefly of the fourteenth century— then it was utter surety that he would come out on top; that the universe would look after him.

Crowley's lived amongst humans for 6000 years and he's seen the shit they live through time and time again. He's gone local. Families lost to war/plague/other horror, diseases riddling their fragile bodies, misfortune after misfortune can pour down on these miserable creatures... and they somehow always get up and live on. They hope. They've got no choice but to. They heal, they'll remarry, get more kids. They'll love again and again. Their love isn't vanquished. Grief is, after all, love's natural continuation.

Even if it’s always Too Late, he has to stop running and start trying. And hoping. That’s the human way. That’s the Us way.

So no, I don’t think Crowley’s gonna waste time being sad. What Crowley's gonna be is MAD. Mad at Heaven (maybe a teensy bit mad at Aziraphale but that's besides the point) for their schemes. He'd love to get away from it all, but now that the other half of his group has been dragged back into the shitshow, I think he's going to start scheming on his own. Planning how to save his angel, the other half of his group, yet again.

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