okay but aziraphale turning to leave as soon as he says those words to crowley. “i don’t even like you,” adamantly spoken, and he turns to hurry off. he’s grappling with the reality of their hereditary roles, trying so very hard to convince himself that despite years and millennia of fraternizing with a demon, they are supposed to be in opposition and what the hell has he been doing all this time. “go off together?” before now its always been the arrangement. doing this and that for each other for the sake of heaven and hell, sometimes the occasional shared meal or lift home is offered. but here crowley is laying bare his desire. his love. his offer to go off to the stars with his angel. just them. together. but they are an angel and a demon. armageddon impending, the world ending, aziraphale’s loyalty lies in heaven so how could he possibly even like a demon. and after he says it he just has to get out of there rather than face crowley or the truth, like he truly can’t bear staying another second after those damnable, utterly false words. “friends? we’re not friends. we are an angel and a demon. we have nothing whatsoever in common. i don’t even like you.”
i would really like it if you perhaps drew the scene from chapter 9 of the golden brother where hunter tries to run away in the backyard, its my favorite. (i beg of thee) (you dont have to if you dont want to/are too busy tho!)
This ask has been in my inbox for awhile and I don't have the time to finish it atm, but I will eventually (maybe) But have it in it's unfinished stage:
i bought several magnets and a plate from @claypigeonpottery !! they came in awhile ago, but the plate unfortunately broke in transit. claypigeonpottery was super kind and helpful in telling me how i could put it back together, and i think i’m finally finished
hi buds, hello, hey! we're back? last year, i started writing this au 100 words at a time per the weekly prompts from @galladrabbles. you can read the first chapter HERE (& you really should! just to know what's going on!) & then i suppose we'll just keep this party going as new prompts come out! thank you to @gillyp for reminding me that this story is still incomplete & thank you all for reading! xx
chapter two starts with installment #19 for the week of february 05, 2024: "Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces." by @energievie
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Ian’s knuckles pulse from the pert pace at which he raps on the Milkovich door.
It’s torture to just stand there and wait, held captive and stripped bare, nerves torn to pieces and praying for a little compassion.
He hopes Mickey’s home. They never confirmed his appointment. Ian’s just going off of his final words—Come back. Next week. Or whenever. Try this again.—before he turned away to find another cigarette.
Ian’s watched the entirety of their last encounter on a loop ever since, like a fucked up foreign film. No subtitles, just mixed (smoke) signals, confusion, and Mickey.