weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them? / from crowley to juliette, he's concerned, really
she's got at least a few broken ribs and a busted lip. encounters with hunters weren't the most pleasant experiences --- and certainly not with whoever she just encountered. every inch of her body ached, ready to just sit down and lick her wounds. though crowley's concern catches her off guard. "right. but today it seems like i met my match-- well. not really. they're finished off now but not without a fight. i'm fine ... wont take too long to heal?" she states, immediately cut off by a hiss of pain. being a hellhound meant she had a very quick healing factor. but it didn't render her immune to pain (as much as that would be nice). juliette places herself next to crowley and gives a dull, aching grin. hopefully that comforts him for just a little bit.
And the last thing you wanted
Is the first thing I do
I tell you my problems
You tell me the truth
It's the last thing you wanted
It's the first thing I do
I tell you that I think I'm fallin'
Back in love with you
The confession, the kiss, the heartbreak.
Additional tags: Bookshop Owner Muriel, Cute Muriel, Sad Crowley, The Crow Road
When they finished, Crowley was sitting in the armchair opposite theirs, without a glass in his hand. They got the sense that he’d been there a while, watching them read. “Good book?”
“Oh, it’s,” Muriel said, and then paused, looking down at the cover where the book rested in their lap. “It’s very interesting. It’s about … humans?”
Muriel learns how to manage the bookshop from Crowley, and learns how to better understand humans from Iain Banks (as well as Mark Twain and Charlotte Bronte).
"how did you find me ?" for Crowley from Rose / @xchxsingcxrsx
" well , i . . . " he hesitates , jaw clenched . damn it. how had he missed his mark? this didn't look like a book shop in london. " i wasn't exactly looking for you . . . " a pause , " i was . . . -looking for an old friend. does this by chance happen to be london? i'm a little . . . turned around. " he admits with a sigh.
“Love comes in many forms
Endless and oh-so-different
Fleeting or ever lasting
Soft or passionate
Blissful or agonising
Longed for or almost forgotten
Yet they all share one trait:
They are ever bright
And utmost beautiful.”
CAMNIEL ~ Kindness is not a Weakness ; Hope lights the darkest Nights