|anthony_crowley (anthony_crowley) wrote in ridgewayresort,|
@ 2011-03-18 23:34:00
|Entry tags:||anthony crowley, arziraphale, aziraphale|
Who: Arziraphale and Crowley
When: In the evening
What: Satisfying their curiosity
Alright. Every demon could do this. This was what every demon had done during the Middle Ages. Turn into a beautiful young woman and seduce the next priest in sight. But Crowley wasn’t every demon and women had started to wear clothes that made it impossible to move. Whoever invented high heels deserved an award.
By the time, Crowley reached the infirmary he didn’t even have to fake an injury anymore. How were you supposed to climb stairs in shoes that tried to kill you every time you put your foot down in the wrong way? A man had even made the mistake of offering his help as Crowley was hissing quietly to himself. Of course, the man regretted this decision a few seconds later. Seeing tentacles growing out of someone’s head and their skin peeling off is not something you normally book on your holidays. But it restored a part of Crowley’s demonic pride.
With his newfound respect for the female species, Crowley entered his destination. His delight grew even more as he saw spotted the young girl that had fallen from the back of a horse because of Crowley’s visit to the stables. He spotted Arziraphale immediately. With long, not so elegant steps he approached him. “Sir!” he called out to him, focusing on sounding like a normal woman. “I could need some help. My shoes tried to kill me.”