The first thing he can remember - before he was a he, before he was anything - was that light. Not The All; She was what was and is and always had been. This light was significant in its difference. Its joy.
Crowley, before he was Crowley; before there was such a thing as a name, loved that light. Even before there was such a thing as love.
And yet...
And yet, it came only in brief flashes. There for Crowley to savor when he could, like a plant in the sun.
Aziraphale blinked. "Why are you staring at me?"
"No reason."
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Elluška
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Jej, to je hezký :) Krásně vyprávěný.
Thank you! <3
Kahvi
Thank you! <3
Aww, that's so cute! I like
Keneu
Aww, that's so cute! I like the thought that even Crowley goes for the light and the light is Aziraphale for him.
Aziraphale is his god, tbh.
Kahvi
Aziraphale is his god, tbh. Don't tell anyone.
Awwwwww (aggressive).
Smrtijedka
Awwwwww (aggressive).
An appropriate reaction.
Kahvi
An appropriate reaction.