The bookshop was thankfully the same as he remembered it. It was cozy and warm and he felt safe. He started to relax, if only a bit. It certainly helped that Aziraphale was doing everything he could to make him cozy. And the promise of something to drink was more than tempting. He nodded silently as he curled up under the blanket.
As Aziraphale left his sight to get whatever he was going to get, he couldn't help but start feeling anxious again. Antia moved from her perch on the top of his head to be able to give him some gentle forehead pats. Crowley felt absolutely drained. He'd been on such an emotional roller coaster for so many years at this point, coming to a head with arriving here, wherever here really was. He decided that if he actually had died back in that dead world he had come from, then this was as good of an afterlife as he could dream of. Not that there really was an afterlife for demons or angels.
"I wish any of this made sense, Crowley. But... Maybe we managed to earn something nice." In spite of herself and her earlier rage, she wanted this to be good and real and wonderful for him. He would never admit it to himself, but he deserved good things. And everything he'd been through had more than certainly earned him this break. Assuming it was real and good and wouldn't get ripped away from him.
The demon curled up tighter under the cozy blankets and looked back toward the little kitchenette Aziraphale had disappeared off to. He hoped he would be back sooner rather than later so he wouldn't be left to stew in his own, exhausted thoughts.
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As Aziraphale left his sight to get whatever he was going to get, he couldn't help but start feeling anxious again. Antia moved from her perch on the top of his head to be able to give him some gentle forehead pats. Crowley felt absolutely drained. He'd been on such an emotional roller coaster for so many years at this point, coming to a head with arriving here, wherever here really was. He decided that if he actually had died back in that dead world he had come from, then this was as good of an afterlife as he could dream of. Not that there really was an afterlife for demons or angels.
"I wish any of this made sense, Crowley. But... Maybe we managed to earn something nice." In spite of herself and her earlier rage, she wanted this to be good and real and wonderful for him. He would never admit it to himself, but he deserved good things. And everything he'd been through had more than certainly earned him this break. Assuming it was real and good and wouldn't get ripped away from him.
The demon curled up tighter under the cozy blankets and looked back toward the little kitchenette Aziraphale had disappeared off to. He hoped he would be back sooner rather than later so he wouldn't be left to stew in his own, exhausted thoughts.