That was the tragic part of all this. It may have been Azriaphale's bed but he had never spent much time in it. If he had the pillow Crowley lounged against might have smelled of the angel's distinctive cologne. It annoyed him that it didn't. And it annoyed him that that annoyed him.
He had been acting strange since he arrived in the Kingdom and discovered Azriaphale had as well. This was something he decided as the sharpness of the alcohol brought new clarity or something like that... Maybe it was just the room. Outside everything seemed optimistic and full of new possibilities, in here everything seemed very closed in, very eternal peace and tranquility. Any moment he expected a choir of angels to appear and start singing.
First opportunity and they were moving.
"Afraid of becoming a kept angel?"
Crowley nursed his drink by downing half of it and refilling the glass.
"You should have done it, left just one flaw right in the middle of all those perfect tax forms just to see if those revenue people could actually find it. They wouldn't have. I helped to invent the tax form, something so ingeniously complex that people spend half the year worrying about it and the month it's due taking out that frustration on everyone else. Even the people who are supposed to enforce the tax laws don't really understand them!"
He took that toast but only after adding an accomplishment of his own. See? He could be diabolically clever.
"Pear. It's pear-shaped." He offered some what grumpily, "And my plans don't always end up that way. There's no reason to think I won't be able to hold down a job. Might not be a bookshop where books are never sold, but I did live in an expensive flat and that wasn't all due to my demonic powers. I'm sure you wouldn't like whatever I came up with, but there is always an underground of hidden jobs... smuggling, gambling, escort services... Even in a place as seemingly perfect as this."
Oh, would you look at that! His glass was empty. This was quickly corrected as he quieted momentarily. Azriaphale was in such a rush to leave this place and get back to, what? A touch a sincerity slipped into his tone, as his concern for the angel slipped out in softly spoken words.
"We didn't have much time left when we were pulled here. Days, hours maybe. What happens if we can't go back? There maybe nothing to go back to."
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He had been acting strange since he arrived in the Kingdom and discovered Azriaphale had as well. This was something he decided as the sharpness of the alcohol brought new clarity or something like that... Maybe it was just the room. Outside everything seemed optimistic and full of new possibilities, in here everything seemed very closed in, very eternal peace and tranquility. Any moment he expected a choir of angels to appear and start singing.
First opportunity and they were moving.
"Afraid of becoming a kept angel?"
Crowley nursed his drink by downing half of it and refilling the glass.
"You should have done it, left just one flaw right in the middle of all those perfect tax forms just to see if those revenue people could actually find it. They wouldn't have. I helped to invent the tax form, something so ingeniously complex that people spend half the year worrying about it and the month it's due taking out that frustration on everyone else. Even the people who are supposed to enforce the tax laws don't really understand them!"
He took that toast but only after adding an accomplishment of his own. See? He could be diabolically clever.
"Pear. It's pear-shaped." He offered some what grumpily, "And my plans don't always end up that way. There's no reason to think I won't be able to hold down a job. Might not be a bookshop where books are never sold, but I did live in an expensive flat and that wasn't all due to my demonic powers. I'm sure you wouldn't like whatever I came up with, but there is always an underground of hidden jobs... smuggling, gambling, escort services... Even in a place as seemingly perfect as this."
Oh, would you look at that! His glass was empty. This was quickly corrected as he quieted momentarily. Azriaphale was in such a rush to leave this place and get back to, what? A touch a sincerity slipped into his tone, as his concern for the angel slipped out in softly spoken words.
"We didn't have much time left when we were pulled here. Days, hours maybe. What happens if we can't go back? There maybe nothing to go back to."