Painful Poetry

Notes:

*Silver snake is a play on words from the phrase "Silver fox" which means handsome older man.
**Don't drink and drive kids! Or.. Or else I'll make your favorite characters sad! >:(
*** I made that up. But many did compare his work to forbidden fruit.
****Azaze, Aka Lucifer's most loyal companion, Is the Angel of Death and in Radio Omens is confirmed to be Death himself, One of the Four horsemens of the apocalypse.

Songs:

Vienna- Billy Joel
Second best - Laufey
Turning page- Sleeping at last
Let You Break My Heart Again - Laufey ft. Philharmonia Orchestra
Another Love - Tom Odell
Touch - Sleeping At Last
Everything Works out In The End - Kodaline

KEY:

Current

Past events or writing

Quote by Oscar Wilde

"The only duty we owe history is to rewrite it."

8:45 Pm.

The bookshop,

Even more closed than before.

A half of a bottle in, After a conversation regarding Crowleys 'baby surgery' earlier.

"I Believe you gave birth earlier tonight. Where's the little one?" He Teased in which the demon waved his hand lazily with A smirk. "Ehh she's alright. Got me a sitter."

"Well, Let's hope she doesn't actually sit on the baby this time."

They laughed, But that conversation ended quickly, leading into a more serious one now that Lilith was fast asleep in her bedroom. She was all warm and cozy, Covered by a large duvet and stars being projected onto her ceiling while her parents sat downstairs like they did most nights before bed.

"So.. Now that we're not sober anymore," The redhead started, Lying on the couch with the bottle in his hand, feet crossed on the arm of the sofa.

"H-hello.." The angel said, Still playing with the fabric of his bowtie, that he's taken off by now.

"Hi.."

Sitting up a tad, Crowley leaned his glasses down. No, not the dark black ones. Reading glasses with added built-in sun protection. His pupils were round, small, and black, The majority of his eyes being white other than a thick yellow band around the small black dot. They were like this by habit, That tail of his from earlier now hid away somewhere inside of his vessel. The luxury he could have with his daughter no longer around. This was part of the agreement. That he wouldn't hide himself from her, in case she felt indifferent from the kids and parents at preschool that were clearly tailless. The best part about existing outside of time completely was that you could change your appearance at will. Crowley's head with streaks of Jupiter-colored loose ringlets.

"Right.. So what is it? Whatever it is, have you riled up like a jackrabbit during hunting season.."

"Uhm.."

Aziraphale on the other hand, liked staying the same for most of his existence. He preferred to change outfits rather than himself but he's learned to love his flaws, Keeping his golden stretch marks (For the most part) and letting his gray beard grow out at certain times of the year. Now was not one of those times, shaven and baby-faced. Truth be told, most of those hairs weren't even blonde anymore. Mostly white. This was both by choice and the fact that motherhood was quite stressful. Accents of silver on the tips of his curls, sparkling in the sunlight.