contraststudies: lookitsstevie:eden Crowley stares down at the fruit. It is ripe and heavy in his pa
contraststudies: lookitsstevie:eden Crowley stares down at the fruit. It is ripe and heavy in his palm, its flawless skin turned golden with the warmth of the sun’s touch. What is it like to be so unsullied? He no longer remembers, but he thinks it must have been wondrous while it had lasted. He considers taking a bite, just for the sheer joy of defacing its perfection, but he knows it isn’t his place. This fruit is meant for those two creatures She has placed here. Her beloved ones. And he no longer fits that description. Crowley lingers for a moment longer before he gets up with a sigh. No point sitting here brooding over absurd metaphors–he’s got a job to do. -- source link
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