Crowley (An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards).
Drunk Crowley and discorporated Aziraphale
I’ve decided that of all the additions/elaborations on the A&C relationship introduced in the adaptation, my favorite is the conversation between drunk Crowley and discorporated Aziraphale right after the fire in the bookshop. I normally have little patience with drunk!humor, but Crowley being drunk enough to have a one-sided convo with an invisible being in the middle of a crowded bar (in which everyone is studiously ignoring him) but not too drunk to understand the plan but also not sober enough to really sell his “it’s cool, nothing bothers or hurts me” act…I mean the whole “I lost my best friend”/“sorry to hear it” exchange is heartbreaking and so well done, but I also love Crowley having no chill when he realizes that he’s actually saved the one book Aziraphale wanted. That and Aziraphale saying “pity o can’t use yours” and Crowley makes a noise that might mean “why not?” Or might also mean “I’m insulted” but most probably means “hey, whatever, I’m cool with it, don’t be shy, I know you’ve never possessed anyone before but I’ve had some experience, I’ll show you the ropes”…I just love the whole thing.
How much damage does this do if I hit someone with it
they beat Jesus with that
it is so fucking funny to me that, like, crowley canonically “hung around the wrong people” and “asked questions” and promptly fell, whereas aziraphale completely forsook his holy duty to give away a flaming sword and blatantly LIED TO GOD about it, but he got to stay an angel
crowley: *crosses a line*
god: ok thats it youre fallen
aziraphale: *crosses about five thousand lines at once*
god, munching popcorn: ok that was really impressive actually. im gonna let you stay
god: no liars allowed
aziraphale: :|
god: one exception you look very polite
that is the only good addition thank you




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