cassieoh:Warlock thinks about the slow, aching way Crowley moves in the mornings, about the days he
cassieoh:Warlock thinks about the slow, aching way Crowley moves in the mornings, about the days he cannot rise from bed at all and can barely lift his head to sip at the water Warlock brings him[4].[4] They still have fun. Warlock fetches his notebook and curls up against Crowley’s side and they look through his drawings, Warlock describing why he’s chosen each subject, Crowley’s thin fingers splayed across the pages, picking up bits of charcoal that he’d reach out and smudge across Warlock’s nose. Warlock hates that Crowley hurts, but he doesn’t hate that time. sketches for my own fic? self-indulgence? why yes, i think i will(the fic is here and is a fake relationship + accidental marriage/soul bond + single father crowley + romcom bc i’m just gonna cram all the tropes in there) -- source link