DON'T GIVE UP THE DAY JOB
WOW: strawberry. Crowley is never a man to be short on words, except on one particular occasion ... a bit of Valentines fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own him, he's the King of Hell!
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Crowley sighed. How could something so simple be so bloody difficult?
His quill scratched across the parchment as he wrote the words then, with increasing impatience, crossed them out yet again.
'Dearest Valentine, My love for you is like the entrails of my last torture victim – I can't hold it in'
'Dearest Valentine, your black eyes sparkle like smashed teeth'
'Dearest Valentine, Roses are Red, Violets are blue, twice round the slaughterhouse reminds me of you'
How was it that he could rule Hell, but he couldn't write a decent Valentine message to that cute strawberry blonde demon in accounts?
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