[The world is ending, and Aziraphale is gone, and Crowley has been lost in this fog for an amount of time that he can't quite remember, anymore. He's starting to wonder if the apocalypse came and went while he was drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Talisker, if this all that's left of the world. All that's left for him.
The ghosts don't help. The things that feel like ghosts, walking through the fog looking as lost as Crowley feels.
If he weren't what he is, he'd be worried he were in limbo, except there's no such thing for demons. If he was destroyed, there would be nothing left of him, not even a soul to wander hopelessly for... days? Years? His head hurts; dizziness is not a sensation he's particularly familiar with, but he's quickly learning that it's incredibly unpleasant and only adds to the disorientation. He'd very much like to lie down, only a dull sort of fear is telling him that's not a good idea.
So he keeps moving. Lost and confused and clinging to the last remnants of hope that there's a way out of this, back to London, where Aziraphale might be waiting for him.
He isn't expecting to actually hear the angel's voice, and it draws him up short, has him turning in a quick circle trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.]
Aziraphale...?
[Tentative, almost. Expecting nothing but silence and trying anyway, just in case.]
ghosts >:3
The ghosts don't help. The things that feel like ghosts, walking through the fog looking as lost as Crowley feels.
If he weren't what he is, he'd be worried he were in limbo, except there's no such thing for demons. If he was destroyed, there would be nothing left of him, not even a soul to wander hopelessly for... days? Years? His head hurts; dizziness is not a sensation he's particularly familiar with, but he's quickly learning that it's incredibly unpleasant and only adds to the disorientation. He'd very much like to lie down, only a dull sort of fear is telling him that's not a good idea.
So he keeps moving. Lost and confused and clinging to the last remnants of hope that there's a way out of this, back to London, where Aziraphale might be waiting for him.
He isn't expecting to actually hear the angel's voice, and it draws him up short, has him turning in a quick circle trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.]
Aziraphale...?
[Tentative, almost. Expecting nothing but silence and trying anyway, just in case.]