When he stood in church, it hurt. It shouldn’t have. There was a time when it had given him so much solace. So much beauty within these walls, so much faith and comfort to be given by it.
Yet Aziraphale felt alone. Continue reading “Church”
When he stood in church, it hurt. It shouldn’t have. There was a time when it had given him so much solace. So much beauty within these walls, so much faith and comfort to be given by it.
Yet Aziraphale felt alone. Continue reading “Church”
Crowley’s flat felt rather empty
Rather full, rather contrary
Only the plants lived there, he made sure
When other possibilities arose, his mind a blur
Light in one room, he waited with sherry
Yearning for a different company
Stretching a mind to a starlit symphony
Fearing a change, fearing the same
Light in one room, and the rest darkened to bury
A secret compared to his existence, perhaps tame
Taking up residence in that chair long after their fame
Tail left, tail right
On my arm you lay your head
Gifting me with eyes so bright
Ending hunger by stealing my bread
Truth be told, I’m not as mad
Hound, I should be, because that’s bad
Enduring you, this lovely warm fluff
Rescued me you did, but my love’s still tough