lailahthefallen:

Lailah nodded and clutched the book to her chest. “Oh, awesome! I mean, I don’t mind the twisted.. remember what I did? I.. I know twisted..” she paused for a moment before shaking her head and continuing. “Cinderella.. the.. the girl with the glass slipper? Right? But thank you! I really want to get this.. you should show me your favorite one! We can read it tonight!” Lailah beamed as she bobbed on her heels, kissing Crowley on the lips. She was a child inside, but it was all because of her curiosity and her want to know. This trip kept getting better and better.

Crowleys brows furrowed for a moment, before he pushed his tongue through his lips, then looked at her, “I do.” he spoke curtly. Nodding as she asked about the story, “The glass slipper, yes. Grimm brothers version is significantly different than those of what you hear here in the states.” He let out a single laugh, “Do you know the story?” He paid for the book, then turned towards her, entwining their fingers together, he led them back outside. Smiling a little towards her, he nodded, “Of course I will.” He glanced around the town, “Are you hungry?” He titled his head toward her.

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)

lailahthefallen:

Lailah opened the book and closed her eyes when he told her that she made him happy. A large grin filled her face as she looked over at him from her book and blushed. “Well good. I’m glad I make you happy. You should be happy all the time,” she reasoned, her head tilted to the side as she turned her attention back to the book before shutting it. Placing it back on the shelf, she found a copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales and showed it to Crowley. “Have.. have you read these? There’s this one girl in Aurora, a redhead, she’s always talking about fairytales and stars..” Biting her lip, she smiled softly. “Can I get it? It looks old and good..”

Crowley smiled as he watched her smile, the happiness that covered her face was enough to cause him to be happy in return. He glanced at the book and nodded, “I have. They’re quite twisted.” He let out a laugh, “Don’t expect them to be happy. The Grimm brothers were very unique in their version of fairy tales. The first one I had ever read was Aschenputtel, or Cinderella. Very gory.” He admitted with a laugh, “But, of course you can.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “You can get whatever you wish.” 

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)

lailahthefallen:

Lailah nodded at his confusion with a her lips pressed together in a thoughtful line. “So you were a tailor? No wonder you like suits so much..” she teased, a soft smile on her lips as she hopped up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Maybe it is the coming back on your own terms, after being worked so hard for so little.. and it’s probably not me. I like to think I do make you happy though, just a little bit..” Looking up at Crowley, she squeezed his hand before wandering through a few aisles of books. Finding a group of old, leather bound books, Lailah grabbed one that looked a little worn, with the title on the front reading Les Misérables.

Crowley let out a small single laugh, “Probably.” He smiled and listened to her, not paying much attention to the books just yet, “Possibly. There could be a number of reasons, but I’m absolutely perfect not questioning them.” He pulled one of his hands out of his pockets to grab a random book, and then his other hand pulled out, to finger through the pages. “You do make me happy.” He glanced at her from the side, and smirked at her. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)

lailahthefallen:

Lailah bit her lip and fell silent when he mention how it brought back memories; she’d already started a collection of those and knows how it feels. Blinking, she let a small laugh out  before speaking in a hushed tone. “Since you died? That’s what, 600 years ago? Yikes!” She shook her head at Crowley before grabbing his arm and turning out of the shop - she took note of how uninterested he was so it was time to keep moving. “Comfortable? Why’s that?” Lailah asked, her head titled to the side. Was it because of me? Or what? she thought, grabbing his hand and interlocking their fingers.

Crowley nodded gently, “Like I said, a long time.” He looked at her then walked out of the shop with her, with a slightly confused look on his face, before they made their way into the book shop. “I’m honestly not sure. I feel at home, which is strange, seeing as I haven’t stepped foot on this soil for over 600 years.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and glanced at her, “Maybe it’s because I’m here on my own terms. I’m not suffering as a two bit tailor, who barely made it by. It could possibly be the fact that I’m here with you, as well.” He kissed her temple, “I haven’t quite figured it out yet.” He smiled gently.

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)

lailahthefallen:

“But still! Even now, I envy you,” Lailah smiled at Crowley before stopping in the shop to kiss him on the cheek. She milled around the store before finding a cute flowy skirt made of a teal floral fabric and showed him, giggling. “It’s nice here though, like I said before.. how does it feel to be back?” Her head was tilted sideways as she put the skirt back onto the rack, running her tongue over her lower lip. “I mean, you’re home home. When was the last time you were here?”

Crowley watched her, and followed her around, he had no interest in the clothing here, so he focused on her. “It is nice, the weather is perfect all year.” He smiled gently, then she asked how it felt to be back, and his brows furrowed slightly, “Well, overall, I would say it’s nice.” He stated, “But it brings back memories I would rather not remember.” He added, then she asked when the last time he had been there. He let out a laugh of disbelief, “Since I died.” he said quietly so the woman at the counter wouldn’t hear him. “I never came back. It…it angered me, honestly, to even remotely think about this bloody place.” He looked at the ground, while he spoke. “But right now…” He looked up at her, “I feel comfortable.”

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)

lailahthefallen:

Lailah smiled as she wrapped her arm around Crowley’s and continued to walk down the main street. Her attention was soon caught by the small boutiques, including a small clothing store and a bookstore next door. “I’d like to check those out!” she smiled as she looked up at him. He looked more relaxed, more relaxed than he was when he was at “home” in his office and the house in Washington. But actually home. The place he was born and raised. And Crowley was there, showing Lailah everything. “It’s gorgeous here. I envy that you lived here! It’s beautiful and the perfect size. Not too big and not too small.” A large smile covered her face as she spoke. Maybe.. maybe they could live here. Eventually.

Crowley led her towards the clothing store, “I wouldn’t envy me. It was completely different when I lived here, sweetheart.” He let out a single laugh, “Much much different. We didn’t have these stores, or pubs, or any of that lot.” He nodded. Holding the door open for her, he ushered her in, and looked around, he hadn’t stepped foot on this ground since he…well since he died, so this was all new to him, and some of it made him feel uncomfortable, while the other half made him feel very at home. It was a strange feeling.
 

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)

My answer:

I’m afraid not.

lailahthefallen:

Lailah flipped through the photos she had taken and showed him her favorite - just the two of them smiling with the castle in the background. “I like this one the best..” she smiled and then flipped to another one - just her making a silly face. “I’m going to catch you making a funny face with me!” Her tone was mockingly threatening, a slight smirk apparent as she wiggled a finger at him. A large smile creeped across her lips as he mentioned his hometown. “Really? We’re going there?! Now?!” Lailah nearly squealed at the thought before they appeared there in the blink of an eye.

Blinking, she let go of Crowley’s hand and took a step forward, the smile still there. “It’s so quaint…” she mumbled, “it’s so cute..”

Crowley smiled at the picture, it was cute, but then she mentioned him making a strange face and he pursed his lips, “I don’t think so.” He winked playfully.

He watched her gaze at the town, “It always has been.” He began to lead her onto the main street, small mom and pop shops lining the road, “It’s never been very big, but it was always good place, the location on the bay made it great for trading, etcetera.” He nodded, as he relaxed a little, feeling more at home. “If you want to look at any of the shops, we can.” He kissed her temple. “The village has become more popular though. A few shows on the telly have been filmed here. Plus the palm trees attract a lot of attention, including the climate.” He smiled. 

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)

My answer:

Pardon?

lailahthefallen:

Lailah smiled at the touch of his hand to her lower back and tucked a strand behind her ear as she giggled. “Babe..seriously, you do too much.” She sheepishly shrugged her shoulders as they continued around the castle, her eyes wide as he explained everything about the history to her. It was like he was a history textbook, but the good kind that told you everything interesting. Lailah was enjoying all of the learning she was doing and beamed as Crowley led her along. Fishing for her camera out of her bag, she nodded as she quickly snapped a few photos of the castle. She turned to face Crowley and tried to hold back an immense fit of the giggles as she took a few photos of him before one of herself with the castle behind her. “Come here!” Lailah laughed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to take a picture of the two.

Crowley laughed quietly as she called him babe, it had been a very very long time since he had heard that. As they were outside the castle, he watched her snap a few pictures, then rolled his eyes as she took some of him, but couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips. Standing next to her, he slipped his hand around her waist as she snapped pictures of the two of them. He wasn’t very fond of photos, but for her, they were a good way to remember, and keep memories. He moved to stand in front of her, “Next is a place called Plockton.” A small smile creeped up on his lips, “My hometown.” He grabbed her hand, and snapped. They appeared in front of a bench just before the small village. It had changed significantly since he had lived her, obviously, that had been over 600 years ago. He glanced at her, to watch her reaction to the small place, it didn’t have much still, but it held memories for him.

(Source: raising-a-little-hell)