"The only reason it worked the first time is because they were afraid of us," Crowley says, tucking himself up against Aziraphale's side and wrapping a leg around him. "And even then it didn't work for all that long."
He looks at Aziraphale. All white curls and blue eyes and softness. Hard for him to think of the angel as someone anyone could be afraid of. Crowley has always thought of Aziraphale as someone he associates with comfort and...well...home, really. Being safe. Crowley's made lots of people afraid in his time. None of his superiors, mind, but that's because he doesn't really go in for the scary parts of being a demon.
"Be nice if we had something to hold over them, something that would put us at an advantage."
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Date: 2019-10-23 09:37 pm (UTC)He looks at Aziraphale. All white curls and blue eyes and softness. Hard for him to think of the angel as someone anyone could be afraid of. Crowley has always thought of Aziraphale as someone he associates with comfort and...well...home, really. Being safe. Crowley's made lots of people afraid in his time. None of his superiors, mind, but that's because he doesn't really go in for the scary parts of being a demon.
"Be nice if we had something to hold over them, something that would put us at an advantage."