Crowley thinks it's incredible, really, just how often people get it wrong. He wasn't the soldier, and Aziraphale wasn't the poet.
Aziraphale, the angel, Crowley's angel, was the muse. The Soldier.
Crowley, the demon, Azirphale's demon, was the poet. The Protected.
He knew even still that together, they could tear worlds apart.
And tear worlds apart; they would.
A medieval Aziracrow AU. Coming soon <3
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The Soldier and The Poet
FanfictionWhat's a soldier without something - or someone to protect? What's a poet without a muse?
