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Log, Ongoing
When; Feb 15th,around 1 PM ish
Rating Um...I'm thinking G for now, but possible subject to change
Characters; Crowley![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saunturing_down and Aziraphale wingedly
Summary; Crowley's introduction to the city.
Log;
Crowley was pissed. Where in the Hell had the Angel disappeared to? It was bothering him like nothing else, which was much more than he would ever like to admit to in all of his immortal existance.
The this fallen angel, who had not exactly fallen but had rather sauntered vaugly downward, was worried. Of course, Crowley had never worried before, so the emotion was a strange and foreign object to him, and one that he did not like. So here he sat in Aziraphale's empty bookstore, glaring at the wall across from him from behind his sunglasses.
He pushed himself to his feet and brought a cigarette up to his mouth, the thing lighting instantly. He breathed in the smoke, closing his eyes for a moment before breathing out. He frowned, golden eyes opening as the sound of water reached his ears.
And the cigarette promptly dropped from his limp fingers at the sight that met his eyes. He was...standing infront of a fountain. What the---?
Rating Um...I'm thinking G for now, but possible subject to change
Characters; Crowley
saunturing_down and Aziraphale wingedlySummary; Crowley's introduction to the city.
Log;
Crowley was pissed. Where in the Hell had the Angel disappeared to? It was bothering him like nothing else, which was much more than he would ever like to admit to in all of his immortal existance.
The this fallen angel, who had not exactly fallen but had rather sauntered vaugly downward, was worried. Of course, Crowley had never worried before, so the emotion was a strange and foreign object to him, and one that he did not like. So here he sat in Aziraphale's empty bookstore, glaring at the wall across from him from behind his sunglasses.
He pushed himself to his feet and brought a cigarette up to his mouth, the thing lighting instantly. He breathed in the smoke, closing his eyes for a moment before breathing out. He frowned, golden eyes opening as the sound of water reached his ears.
And the cigarette promptly dropped from his limp fingers at the sight that met his eyes. He was...standing infront of a fountain. What the---?