Crowley didn't give the kiss much of a thought, instead he wondered if he'd had made the right decision getting mixed with the ex-nightmare.
Corinthian was human.
Unlike Aziraphale, he has nothing to do with the war between their respective sides, or the eternal, ineffable conflict that means the angel and the demon can't really never be as close as they would want to be.
On the other hand, life wouldn't be nearly as interesting as it was if Corinthian and him hadn't met. Although he wasn't really sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Wasn't it supposed to be a curse? To live in interesting times?
He was thinking too much again, and his brain was already overload from all the recent pain to analyze those tings now.
It was strange, living in a body that is not one’s natural form. Some times, it feels like operating a machine, with degrees of detachment and clumsy numbness. Crowley wonders what could be enough to connect him completely with the twitching muscles and firing nerves he inhabits. But then, as his human body faltered against Corinthian and hurt all over, Crowley felt, perhaps, like he was his body.
"We shouldn't go to the Hotels..."Crowley mutters, albeit audibly after some time.
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Date: 2009-06-07 04:09 pm (UTC)Corinthian was human.
Unlike Aziraphale, he has nothing to do with the war between their respective sides, or the eternal, ineffable conflict that means the angel and the demon can't really never be as close as they would want to be.
On the other hand, life wouldn't be nearly as interesting as it was if Corinthian and him hadn't met. Although he wasn't really sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Wasn't it supposed to be a curse? To live in interesting times?
He was thinking too much again, and his brain was already overload from all the recent pain to analyze those tings now.
It was strange, living in a body that is not one’s natural form. Some times, it feels like operating a machine, with degrees of detachment and clumsy numbness. Crowley wonders what could be enough to connect him completely with the twitching muscles and firing nerves he inhabits. But then, as his human body faltered against Corinthian and hurt all over, Crowley felt, perhaps, like he was his body.
"We shouldn't go to the Hotels..."Crowley mutters, albeit audibly after some time.