𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

Angels...well, angels might try not to harm humans. But that does not necessarily mean not making a scene. There are ways to get rid of humans that doesn’t necessarily physically harm them, but that may hardly be an issue for them. But he rather not think too deeply about that, at least not just then. The spiral of what ifs is just too overwhelming to continuously look into.

Regardless, here’s Crowley, once again just trying to make the best of it for the both of them. Where they are, the situation they’re in, for all the things that happened in such a short amount of time, and even for how cynical he can be, he’s still trying. 

The angel observes him and smiles, fondly, head still on Crowley’s shoulder, hand still on his chest, the demon’s arm comfortably around him, and the angel feels his chest swell with the unmistakable feeling of love.

“I’m sure we’ll find something.” He answers after a moment, thumb brushing over Crowley’s chest. “Wherever looks best.”