Anthony J Crowley (sinfullycrowley) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-10-24 19:44:00 |
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It may have taken Crowley a few detours to find himself where the Greenhouse was located behind the Hotel but he had managed to locate it. A glorious pace, really. Not that he would admit those feelings, it was comforting to be surrounded by the plants as they whispered and shook in his presence. Gliding his warm fingertips along there leaves absently before perching himself on the top of an iron table where two empty chairs sat tucked in under. Crossing one long leg up and over the other as he idly kicked his snaked skinned booted foot in wait. Of course, he was early, maybe the prospect of wine was just too great? Perhaps there was a little luck on his side to end up here with Aziraphale, although was it really luck? He wasn't able to really get into the thought process of why he, why anyone had been ripped away from their reality to this place? It was quite curious. A chaotic disaster. Although his mind had easily wandered away to what Aziraphale had said. Our Side. "Our s-ss-side," Crowley murmured to himself beneath a hiss of breath. A cocky little smile hanging crooked on his lips as he seemed a little too pleased with himself, he was right. All along. "Our future," knitting his brows behind those dark sunglasses. Perhaps he read into that? Chuffing at his thoughts as he let out a dramatic sigh, tilting his head back as he slunk backwards onto the table like a dispaired maiden, hanging his lanky arms past his head and off the side of the table. |