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It didn’t take long enough for the rush to kick in as the scent of the incense overwhelm your senses, making your tongue loose. You wanted someone to listen to you for a long time, but you were afraid of being judged. You got tired of all the expectations and all the praises. It was all a lie, you were all living a lie and you were sick of it.
He comes, elusive, suspicious, otherworldly. Comes into your world, taking you in by force. You are afraid. You are captured by his beauty, caged even. But you are stubborn. You try to fight it, fight the desire to be with him, but didn’t you want to? Didn’t you wish to?
He comes and goes, you know it. But for you he stays and you are suspicious. He looked like someone who preys on other people, but still you didn’t entirely find him revolting. You mock his tastes. He says he just wanted to please you. You are taken aback but didn’t you feel butterflies in your stomach when he said that? Looking so innocent, looking so interested you nearly melted at his feet. But you were trying not to.
Playful, petulant, mind unparalleled. He never ceased to amaze you. And when he kissed you for the first time out of curiosity, toes en pointe because you were centimetres taller than him, for the first time you felt shivers ran down your spine.
You felt quakes on your calloused hands, you felt your flesh shake, you felt every nerve of your body go awry, as if you were hit by lightning. You began to think about the possible charge of that kiss and how much you were nearly electrocuted to death. But he withdraws and you feel empty and bleak. His mouth lingered on your mouth and you wanted to lock your lips again. And again and again.
He prances away from you, swaying his hips, strutting, his back looking so far away from you. And you realise, you are Crowley and you are in love.