bridgescribble | A big squishy duvet of a meme

It's the excuse you've been looking for to play soft, fluffy things.

Sharing is caring: You notice that the other person is in need of something--a beverage, or a space on the couch, or what-have-you--and you're willing to share.
Oh no oh no I'm sorry: You accidentally hurt them in a minor way, oh no!
Pets are cute: You're both cooing over something fuzzy. Kitty? Doggo? Tribble...?
Can't sleep: It's way too late but you just can't sleep. Fortunately you're not the only one up.
Stop and smell the roses: It's just a wonderful day to stroll around and appreciate life.
It's not that scary: One of you has to face down a fear--heights, wasps, planes. The other person is there to help.
Waiting for bail: The old saying, a good friend will bail you out--a great friend will be in jail with you, saying "that was fun!" Maybe a friend you didn't even know you had before today.
Cooking: Nothing brings people together like sous-cheffing for each other.
Viewer's choice! Idk man there's a lot of soft scenarios in the world, make up your own!

Probably explode. [ He mutters idly, mostly to himself, settling down with the stinging feeling from the burns. Why aren't they healing faster? Why are they even there to begin with?]

I don’t know what they used, couldn’t really get a good look at it. Wouldn’t put it past them to get more desperate than they are fearful.

[ Had they been pushed far enough that they would work with angels? He doesn’t know anymore. Things were so different nowadays.]

Let's not do that. I rather like you in one piece.

[Can't be hellfire. That wouldn't hurt Crowley like this. Holy water would but that would be stupid. So stupid of a demon - then again. Crowley had used holy water, hadn't he? Then there was the matter of Michael and the bath. Crowley hadn't exactly made any friends Downstairs after everything they'd done..]

You might be right. They've done it before and I'm certain that Hell considers you a rogue agent and a threat. I wish there was some way to make it so they can't take you away like that. You'd think they'd leave us alone after everything.

You’d think.

[ But demons are real good at holding grudges. Part of their whole thing.

The bruises seem to be fading fast, already changing colours as the two of them speak. Its still strange that they appeared altogether, but they’re easy enough to get rid of.

The burns, though. Those are still confusing.]

We should lay low. [ A pause.] But they already know this place.

[ Should he leave for a while, make them lose his scent? Or would leaving Aziraphale alone leave the angel too vulnerable?]

You would actually know better than I would.

[He frowns a bit watching the bruises fade. Well, there was that at least. But it was the burns that concerned him the most, they seemed to be the worst of it.

But they don't seem to be growing as he would have expected if Crowley was exposed to holy water without being able to dry off and wash it away. And he can't sense any kind of blessing from them - or perhaps his senses have dulled?

There was a thought.]

Yes, they do but it's also the safest place to be here. I've strengthened and restored the protections here over the shop.

[He reached out for a cloth bandages this time. Then he was carefully covering up those newly tended burns.]

And you shalln't be going anywhere without me.

[ He seems mostly fascinated by the fact he's actually suffered wounds. Well, fascinated and rather concerned.

He regards the angel with a serious look. ]

If it turns out it's safest to lose them that way, I will. [ Said defensively, although he doesn't like the idea of leaving the angel to fend for himself at any point. ] But best not to do anything stupid now.

I would truly rather you did. I want you to be safe and to have someone there to help you. I know you don't really trust anyone but me.

[He cleaned up everything once he finished the bandages.]

We'll check them in a few hours but if they start burning let me know and I'll check them again. We will figure out how to mend you.

Well. You don't have to put it quite like that. [ He's not wrong, however.

He grabs his sweater and pulls it over, ready to cover the pitiful visage of a demon that actually got himself hurt. ]

It's fine angel. There's bigger things to look out for.

I'm not putting it any way - it's simply the truth. You wouldn't have let anyone else do that. You'd have muddled you way though it on your own.

[He miracled Crowley's clothes back nice and neat and turned away from him letting him have a bit of privacy to get comfortable again. Ah, there it was yet another thing they would always and forever disagree on.]

Can you think of why they came for you this time?

[ The demon gets dressed, mentally grumbling about being called out quite so directly. The angel may know him, but he doesn't need to expose him like that. Besides, he's been dealing with things on his own for millenia. It's gained him some level of expertise.

He grunts.]

Hell if I know. Shax wants her turn at trying to tear me apart? Guess she took over that part of the job too.

[Aziraphale would have helped if Crowley had told him. Always. Not that he didn't understand why Crowley didn't. Wasn't like he could trust other demons after all.]

I remember her. I didn't like her. I would have thought she would know better than to attack you.

[There's an annoyed angel and a frow twisting his mouth.]

Pity I couldn't have splashed a few of them with holy water when I was down there. They would have learned the lesson better.

[ Crowley stares at him for a moment, a little bit surprised by that particular comment.]

…right. Wouldn’t likely made them angrier, though.

Don't look at me like that. I dislike the way Hell treats you just you don't like how Heaven treats me.

[A pause.]

You're right. One would think seeing you survive an entire bath of holy water would have put some fear into them.

M' sure it did. But scared idiots aren't so different from angry ones. Just as dangerous.

[ His body feels less a hey. But it feels heavy. Whew.]

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