Dancing With The Stars

Displeasing

What Crowley truly hated, out of everything he's experienced in his millions of years of existence, were his 'emotions'.
Who thought of that? Who came up with the idea of 'emotions'? Crowley certainly wanted to be a part of that discussion just so he could strongly disagree about that. They didn't help him, they made his life more complicated. The Angel certainly wasn't helping, with his big stupid smile and sweet laugh, those beautiful blue eyes that partially sparkled when they looked at him.
Not helping, never was helping, demons weren't supposed to be able to feel love. That was an Angel thing, or at least they could sense love. Crowley frowned, could the Angel sense his love? He never mentioned anything, maybe demonic love was different and couldn't be sensed.
Still, what if Aziraphale knew but didn't want to mention it? That was certainly a displeasing thought. Crowley shook his head, refocusing his train of thought on something else. It had been a while since he decided to get a new plant. His plants had been doing so well he hadn't had to dispose of one in months. But he felt like there was an open spot that needed to get filled. Crowley grunted and headed out to the Bentley, getting in and heading to the nearest gardening shop.
It wasn't terribly far, a bit off from Aziraphales bookshop but not that bad. Crowley parked his car and got out, swinging open the doors of the shop. The inside of the shop had nice blues covering the walls and cleaning and wooden flooring. Plants lined the walls and shelves were spread throughout the shop. A section to the right had various plant seeds with instruction pamphlets for beginners.
"Welcome in! Let me know if you need anything!" A voice called from the checkout counter. Crowley grunted in response and looked at all the plants they had. There was quite the variety, Yucca, Crane's-bill, Epipremnum aureum, Spider plants, and Jade plants just to name a few. Crowley closely inspected each plant, frowning deeply at how poorly they all looked. They all needed some good yelling to perk them back up. Well- he was in public, perhaps quietly threatening them would work.
"You better fucking fix yourself you sad excuse for a plant, you're a disappointment to everybody." Crowley growled, glaring at the wall of plants, narrowing his eyes. He couldn't exactly threaten to thrown them into a shredder since he didn't own them so he couldn't use his main threat. Crowley crossed his arms and continued walking around the shop. After a while of searching, Crowley settled on a plant he thought looked the best out of all the ones in the shop. It was a very brightly colored Bougainvillea with blue flowers, it would match the interior of his apartment perfectly. Despite being a demon, Crowley paid for the plant instead of stealing it. This was partially due to the fact he wanted to piss off Beelzebub.
He took the plant home and set it down in an open spot and stepped back. The blue certainly stood out very well against the green of the other plants he owned. Crowley hummed lightly to himself as he watered the other plants and set down the spray bottle. Now what should he do? Paying a visit to the Angel wouldn't hurt, he was doing it more often than ever now anyways. Crowley groaned as he leaned up against the nearest wall with his arms crossed. What was he even hoping for? Aziraphale would suddenly confess his long forbidden love? The Angel would never like him like that, they had only just come to terms with their friendship. Still, Crowley couldn't help but hope that maybe those looks he gets might mean something more. Even if they didn't, he could survive the rest of eternity as just friends, right?
There was a word, a term, a meaning to the feelings they shared as Angels, but what if his fall changed those feelings? Aziraphale would only like him as an Angel, they would be on the same "side".
"We're on our side." Crowley snorted out loud, hating the idea of being an Angel again. Aziraphale liked him as a demon enough to accept they were friends, Crowley didn't need anything more than that. Crowley pushed himself off the wall and walked into the kitchen to down yet another bottle of wine. Maybe Aziraphales feelings as Angels was different but similar enough to be considered the same.
Did it matter? They were never an item, at no point in time were they together and they never would be. Crowley hissed lightly, sliding down into the floor with wine in hand, drinking straight from the bottle. Humans seemed to have it so easy when it came to love, he'd seen thousands if not millions of couples in his lifetime. Was he just destined to suffer silently his whole life?
"Now that's just bullshit, I shouldn't have to deal with this my whole existence." Crowley snarled, glaring glarfully down at the already half empty bottle of wine. It wasn't his fault he fell in love, and it certainly wasn't his fault demons weren't supposed to love. Crowley made a tsking sound as he stood back up and chugged the rest of the wine before grabbing another bottle. If he had to suffer with these stupid emotions he would drown them in alcohol until he got bored and tried something else. Perhaps after his excessive drinking session he would actually do what he planned to do and visit Aziraphale. At least everything in his brain left once he was in the same room as the Angel, that was one good thing about emotions. Crowley shrugged, wandering over to his couch and stretched out on it dramatically, occasionally taking large sips but mainly just laying there. Maybe one day this will all end and he won't have to suffer anymore. Only wishful thinking can get him through this now.