- Crowley: I just don’t know what I should say.
- Aziraphale: Just say, “I’m sorry for your loss,” then move on.
- (at funeral)
- Crowley: I’m sorry for your loss. Move on.
snoji
snoji
I need a fic where Crowley and Aziraphale argue about something and both feel hurt by the argument. Then, for some reason, Crowley has to drive Aziraphale back to his shop. There’s this awkward silence so Crowley puts music on to fill it and it’s “Love of my Life”. It’s a very long drive home that just gets more and more awkward with each minute…
Can I just say that as a greek I find Anathema, as a name, hilarious because -at least in the modern version- it translates to “damn it/you!”
kedreeva
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Because Crowley can imagine he survives it and Hastur, to put it simply, cannot.