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Aziraphael shifted the book on his lap so he could better accommodate Crowley's head. Crowley liked to drape himself across the angel's sofa and just listen to him read aloud the very words Crowley had never intended for him to hear.
He was still coming to terms with the fact that he was a published author in a sense. And not seeing a pound of the profits... even though he didn't really need money.
The collection of his work wasn't even in numerical order. He wondered why. Why put them out of order? What was the point in keeping the numbers of the poems but not keeping them all in order per chapter?
His angel's free hand carded through Crowley's once again long hair and the demon felt calm and warm and would have gladly turned into a snake, but then he wouldn't have hair for Aziraphael to play with.
Aziraphael made his shite poetry sound more romantic than Crowley had intended when jotting his thoughts down. He'd just been rambling on paper since he hadn't had anyone other than said angel to ramble to in person.
Crowley could remember the words, though he struggled to remember when he'd written them. A lot of those poems came decades if not centuries after the situations they were about, had occurred.
Still, it was a relief that Aziraphael loved them so much. Made him less hesitant to show the angel the rest of the poetry Crowley had dedicated to him, and there was so much left.
12.) YOU + ME
You like to dine out often,
You love to fill your plate.
You give all of your attention to,
The food you think is great.Oh, how it always charms me,
Oh, how you make me smile.
Oh, how I wish I could explain,
The joy felt all the while.Underneath my coat a hammer,
Underneath the cloth I melt.
Underneath my skin and bones,
The feeling is always felt.My gaze will often linger,
My stare becomes too wild,
My head will deny it though,
The temptation is never mild.Even when time has ended,
Even when I've nothing to gain.
Even when it's just you and me,
These affections cannot wane.
44.) (Untitled Sonnet) Note: 1.) Never written a sonnet before, pls be gentle. 2.) This is not in Iambic Pentameter! Our Poetry class was just a slot in English where we were given a Christian-approved poem to memorize that week. We didn't learn about stanzas or structure or how to write basic poetry. Anything I know is self taught. I don't know how to do Iambic Pentameter but I'm trying to learn. I just don't understand the Wikipedia page. T_T
I'd never been the sort to crave death,
For myself or anyone else, really.
Yet if anyone seeking such met Death,
They'd see their grand desire is silly.
But there was a small period of time,
Words that I'm ashamed to jot,
Whispers sent through the grapevine,
Said you'd been caught in a nazi plot!
And I went thenceforth in bad weather,
If my skills couldn't save your being,
Then at least we'd expire together,
Our time on Earth would end with meaning.
Looking back on that time, I have to admit,
For you, any crime I would gladly commit.
72.) (Untitled Limerick)
All the day long we would talk,
Never caring for where we would walk,
Getting lost in our meeting,
Even past a stiff greeting,
Left companionship no one could mock.
137.) Look
I hate storms. They fill the world with gloom.
They make me so tired and blue.
But when I'm with you, it gets better,
While the earth gets wetter, you smile.
You make it seem worth that short while too.
And I bet you don't know as I won't say it,
But when you see a rainbow the sun shines,
Not from the sky but from your eyes.
And that's what makes it all worth it.
The wet and gloomy day is a memory I'll keep.
And I won't forget how you look at me that way.
190.) Deserving Better
Some might view me as audacious,
Though I am not so quick to agree.
It is common to be contumacious,
It's steeped in my blood's history.But your family doesn't care for you.
They won't bother to treat you well.
Yet they would prefer to control you,
And put you through living Hell.Animals get more love, even swine,
Yet your family's wicked actions,
Have shown this behaviour is fine,
And that they don't expect a reaction.I'm not some paragon of courtesy,
I don't think you're weak or need rescue,
But you showed me common decency,
That those bastards can't show you?
310.) (Untitled)
Realising I love you wasn't sudden.
Didn't lose my breath, didn't even twitch.
'Twas impossible not to Fall for you.
The Garden began this delightful itch.And you, my angel, never noticed,
How brightly I smiled at you that day.
Yes, you didn't even recognise me,
But I promise it's now okay.Though I can hold a grudge fiercely,
I couldn't truly be angry with you.
You're my favourite person on earth,
For you there's nothing I won't do.
500.) Embarrassment
I imagined you seeing these little scribbles of mine.
And I think I had a Heart Attack or a Stroke.
I could not bear for you to see my atrocious writing.
I'm just some overly emotional bloke!
My dramatics should be excused, in my opinion.
The poems contradict every word I ever spoke!
616.) (Untitled)
I'm not a good or nice person.
I don't use words like 'adorable' and 'charming'.
So why in Hell's name do you embody these words so well?!
And why do I forget what I want to say half the time?
This is your fault, angel. Take responsibility.
I'm supposed to be the bad guy.
But I have these disgusting things known as feelings.
I shouldn't like them but I do.
713.) Hypocrisy
I can't fathom how your family,
Could brag about its benignity.
When they don't help anybody.
And care not about adversity.You actually care for humanity.
And you care about their agony.
It's never been more plain to me.
That you represent angels perfectly.
799.) (Untitled)
What is so great about crepes anyway?
Are they really something worth dying for?
I know you love food but, to me it's a bore.
I would love to not go prematurely grey.
928.) Pining
It's been some time since we've seen each other.
I don't want you to think that I am stalking you.
I know I can be very off-putting most of the time.
I'm just worried that I'll become a bother to you.
And then you'll avoid me just like you did before.
And I'll sleep an eon to avoid pining for you.
"Oh, my dear, you could never scare me away!" said Aziraphael, breaking off from reading to stare down at the demon with as much sincerity as he could obviously muster. it was practically shining out of his face. "I would be so excited to meet up with you that I'd spend a little extra time on my hair before going out and wear my best clothes of the period."
His angel would spend time preening just for Crowley? Even then he'd cared that much about how Crowley perceived him? He fancied Crowley even without knowing it?
The demon twisted around and drew himself up Aziraphael's body, practically slinking as he did so. "I think we should take this to bed, don't you, angel?" he suggested softly, trailing a single finger down the angel's nose.
A delightful flush filled the apples of Aziraphael's cheeks and his pale lashes fluttered. "Am I to be rewarded for my diligence, dear boy?" His eyes practically sparkled.
"Yes, angel. You deserve it."
Another one of Crowley's many kinks was taking care of his best friend/lover in any way he could. It just made him feel great inside.
With a graceful sweep of the arm, he declared, "Allons-y, ange."
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