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a hand was raised with no more than a finger to request some silence from his crowd, patience—waiting there until cam got rid of his last word, and dramatically taking that chance to snap his fingers and activate the closer screen, cam’s tv turned on to play a scene that may have looked like a badly recorded footage from the worst cellphone cam you had at your disposal, but which ACTUALLY WAS no more, no less, than a little cut from his last night memories ( and what an esteemed lady had chosen to confess, of course ).

“ OK, FINE, I KNOW, I KNOW, IT’S—pathetic, maybe, i don’t know, but—UGH, he was—SO HAPPY RIGHT THERE! and the movie was so BAD but he kept on smiling and sighing and having this—hopeful thing going on everywhere around him, and— ” 

“ and…? ” a voice behind the lens pronounced with the telltale feeling of too many hours of drinking, or more. 

and right there—a silence followed. a smile in her and the dreamy look despite her difficulty to keep her eyes open. “ and—fuck it, you know? i loved that, i—anthony, i tell you, i’d let that man torture me with a thousand hours of those tapes just to watch him smile like that, i—i swear. ” cut, end of proof one, your honor. 

“ cam, cam, cammi—you see, one would think your kind ought to be more sincere than a thousand of us piled together, but— ” a series of vague gestures made with his hands followed, an attempt to find a less amusing way to say this, and yet—failing miserably as the tense smile on his face definitely announced. “ but not only you LIED to my FACE, you really made me believe i was HOPELESS for not managing something as easy as TELLING MYSELF THE TRUTH. SO WHAT NOW, CAMNIEL? what’s your version now, uh? ” oh, he was truly enjoying the development of this, just so you know. 

        CROWLEY || @choicelesshope​ asked:   “ so— ” a melody lightly tinted with cynicism and petty vengeance makes its appearance. contained, happily, and ready to make good use of this chance to make SOMEONE receive a little of his own medicine. “ i heard from a little birdie last night that cam ’ sweet cam ’ was hosting romcoms movie dates for the enemy. not a friend, not a lover, the enemy. ” his smile only growing as much as his clear killing urges. “ what was that thing you said about being honest about your feelings, camniel? ”

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   “What-”

 He’d been pouring a drink for his demonic visitor- the second as such in the last twenty four hours, which meant that he had to be going insane. Though in fairness, Crowley had essentially invited himself rather than being asked to come round. So it didn’t count, right?

 Armageddon may be over, but there was still a wariness Camniel reserved for fraternizing with the enemy. He may not be quite so guilty as Aziraphale was, but as an Archangel he was supposed to have more sense. That moment was over, though. He didn’t think there was any point in being enemies- they were two sides of the same coin, right?

 But Crowley had used the word date. He’d also used the word lover, which made Cam’s mouth open and close uselessly for a moment.

   “What- look- it’s not- it is not what you think it is, Crowley, and you clearly think- well, we both know what you think! It was just a couple of films, that’s all! And my intention was to turn her mind away from demonic thoughts. Honestly, what are you talking about? Don’t answer that. I already know. And it isn’t. It’s- it was just Love Actually and she thought it was stupid!”

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