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                   ❛            mm .. you're being rather attentive this morning , my dear , have i done something to deserve it ?            ❜                    i felt my lips slowly split into a wide , beaming grin , slipping a hand forth from under the blanket , splaying 'cross his narrow chest as i propelled myself forward , nuzzling the tip of my nose gently along the shape of his jaw , smiling faintly at the touch of his fingers through my hair. oh , he did love to dote on me when the mood hit just right , didn't he ? still , i did love to bask in the attention , especially his , placing a soft , lingering kiss to his cheek , pointedly avoiding the sweet reward of kissing his mouth.

i slowly leaned away , uttering a soft , lazy groan as i hauled myself out from beneath my tartan blankets. as naked as the day i was created , i stretched my arms languidly above my head , bare back to the demon as i inclined myself to search for my clothes , before opting to wear a robe instead , drawing the fluffy thing in from where it had been lying 'cross the arm chair in the corner of my bedroom , finally eased fully to my feet , synching the waist tie taut 'cross my stomach as i rolled back my shoulders , casting him a sleepy grin as i finally met his gaze. oh , i did love it when he watched me like that.

                   ❛            i'd quite like some tea , thank you. a shame i can't watch you cook , crowley , it's always quite a marvel , though .. i fear i'm in dire need of a nice hot shower.            ❜                    was there a honeyed tone of suggestion weighing 'pon the edge of my tongue ? i let @n1atruc wonder the answer as i let out a soft , pleasant hum , bare feet padding 'cross the floor as i wandered through my bedroom , to the open bathroom adjacent.

𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, and alabaster cherub curls spring back to life ( 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑. ) in the ray of sun burning from the window, pallid locks are struck aflame. they halo precious head in heavenly radiance, and paint warmth upon demon's knife-edge features .. softening the corners. illuminating the shadow. he hums subtle victory, and sighs softly through the nose as the angel turns to him. EVEN HALF-LIDDED, the ocean blue of their eyes holds just enough depth to drown in. flesh of bare shoulder burns a bit tepid beneath a gesture so delicate [ ... ] demons were not known for their talent for forgiveness, this much was true. ..

but if they were, the simper nipping at crowley's expression would be indicative of an apology properly accepted, for now.

❛   ────hmm. i was rather thinking something along the lines of these cinnamon-roll pancakes i'd seen somewhere .. th'waffles are definitely less of an effort. ❜ tone is low & swathed in a rasp of early-morning waking; and he sniffs, ( 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, ) nose rumbling with the croon of a creature contented. swapping arms behind his head, he snakes a loose embrace around @bibliphale and plays long fingers idly into tangle of their curls.

❛   any other requests while we're on the subject? any coffee for you? tea, perhaps? kettle'll be on either way. ❜ with a lazy gesture up from the floor, water begins to audibly boil from the other room. he yawns widely to the effort.

those first familiar few notes hit me like a gentle , ivory warmth , jolting at first at the sudden sound amidst the comforting silence , but almost immediately melting back into my chair afterwards , a soft , pleased hum rasping from the depths of my throat. oh , this was one of my absolute favorites. the wine was bitter on my tongue , the alcohol was warm , i felt practically aglow as i tipped my chin back , letting my eyes slip open again as he shifted his weight from his seat nearby , inclining my pallid head slightly at his beckoning. i couldn't describe in that moment just how beautiful he was. it was soul crushing , earth shattering , heartbreaking.

every single word in existence didn't measure up , not as he extended his hand toward me , coaxing me to rise to my feet & dance with him.                    ❛            ooh , i would hardly lie. i'm a very good dancer , everyone in that gentlemen's club said so.            ❜                    absently , the wine in my glass swirled , eying his hand happily for another heartbeat , before extending my own , weaving our fingers together as i pushed myself up from my seat , abandoning my glass on the edge of my desk. i turned to him , facing him fully then , ignoring the nervous tremor in my knees & the butterflies in my stomach , wetting my lips gently as i looked over his dancing position.

attempting to situate myself properly , a soft chuckle slipped through my jaws as i found my footing.                    ❛            mm .. though it has been a while. i hope i don't step on your toes , i know how much you love those shoes.            ❜                    upwards , my cerulean hues tilted , round & gentle , fixating on those golden ones as i wound our held hands together further , my other one moving to rest comfortably along @n1atruc's shoulder , a blissful , pleased smile working its way to my lips. my lovely demon , my hereditary enemy , my best friend , my partner.

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐒, & whilst one hand works to abandon glass of sinfully burgundy wine upon spare table, the other SNAPS! pale fingers upward from the floor. needle kisses the worn vinyl, ( 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 ) and eventually settles into the first few notes of "you belong to me" by jo stafford. music blossoms into the space like a fresh, deeply-pigmented rose bursts in late spring: unfolding from the silence, classic, and startlingly all-encompassing. the record is an older one from angel's collection [ ... ] it has known this specific needle, this specific old bookshop almost intimately since it's original manufacture. each note settles into every corner and every crevice, as though the building had been built upon the bedrock of old jo's alto serenades.

perhaps the notion wasn't altogether inaccurate, despite the foundations had long predated this particular era of saxophone-accompanied sound. the energy was there .. it always had been ( & 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎. )

devil fixes their attention upon the divine; offering soft, vague fondness through the subtle simper dimpling into the hollow of a single cheek. he outstretches a hand, and motions @bibliphale toward him with a single, coaxing finger. ❛   ────and don't try to argue that you don't dance, angel. lying is decidedly not one of your many talents, and i'll remind you, i've seen your gavotte. this is leagues easier than all that. ❜

as low rasp tone lowers pointedly, it rather takes on the cadence of a lover. ❛   come here. er. please. ❜

#BIBLIPHALE , an independent portrayal of the angel aziraphale , as created in the tale ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒᵐᵉᶰˢ by neil gaiman & terry pratchett. est 2023. by darian ──── 𝐒𝐔𝐍 , 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 , 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘 [ ... ] 𝐈 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 , 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 & 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇. ( ᶤᶰˢᵖ / ᶰᵒᶰ⁻ʳᵖ ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵈᶰᶤ ) ©

oh , see that was all that was needed. at the mention of food , especially crowley's cooking , i shifted visibly , pushing the pillow away from my head to lift my face slightly from where it had been half buried into the cream sheets of my mattress. my hair stuck out in odd directions , raising a hand to drag the heel of my palm 'cross sleep weary lids , turning a little on my stomach to fix crowley with a halfhearted glance , squinting 'gainst the filtered daylight that spilled in through the drawn curtain , hating the low throb of my hangover 'gainst my temple. oh , what a oddly human feeling.

                   ❛            so .. so breakfast , then ? you know i can never say no to your cooking ..            ❜                    with a sleepy groan , i rolled over slowly , drawing my blanket back up to my chin , though i curled myself onto my side , nuzzling myself in closer to the demon who sprawled his lanky self out beside me , tipping my face slightly to press an apologetic kiss gently to his shoulder. i'd snapped a bit at him , hadn't i ? i hadn't meant it ; still , i didn't want to start the day off sour.                    ❛            i quite like the idea of those waffles you made me a few times .. shame you never appreciate the taste of food , dearest , they're absolutely divine.            ❜

my voice was tired , pleasantly muffled as i placed another kiss to @n1atruc's shoulder , willingly stretching myself in closer to trace another light kiss to the side of the demon's neck.

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 as holy creature recoils, opting to bury their weary head as opposed to facing demonic WRATH of morning affections [ ... ] crowley pushes a rather theatrical mock-pout upon his lips, despite that beloved's eyes cannot see it & scowl and response, ❛   ────d'aww, poor dear. ❜ he murmurs in a low rasp, tone oozing in dull sarcasm despite he reaches out a hand and soothes the length of @bibliphale's back as it is turned to him.

godless fiend leans away again, sprawling on his back and tucking an arm comfortably behind his head. ( 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. ) phantom remnants of single-malt scotch haunts the back of his tongue. ❛   and here i was quite prepared to whip something together for you to nibble ... seems you're still a bit too miserable to even ask. ❜

well , consider my inflated ego well & truly stroked. it could very well be the alcohol talking , but i was right. crowley was sexy. especially tonight , something about the way he moved really just scratched my brain just right. i tilted my head slightly to the side , a genuine smile curling 'pon the edges of my jaws , expelling a pleasant hum as i polished off my fourth glass of wine. oh , i was really starting to feel it.                    ❛            mm .. truly ? oh , do say more nice things , crowley.            ❜                    as i shifted my weight in my seat , setting my empty glass aside on my desk , i felt my thighs spread slightly , comfortably , reaching out a hand to lazily twist 'round the large engraved buckle of the demon's belt , drawing him in closer to me.

my blue eyes thoughtfully drifting up along his slender , wispy frame. no amount of past experience or romance movies could ever truly prepare me for when moods like these took hold , it was always new , it was always intense. a felt a lazy flush 'cross my cheeks as i kept my smile bright , falsely innocent as i willingly guided the taller demon to stand between my knees , settling myself comfortably back in my seat , my legs framing his thighs as i inclined my head slightly to the side.                    ❛            am i just cute , like you say ? or can i be sexy as well ? do tell.            ❜

as i posed my casual question , one of my thumbs traced idle circles 'pon the exposed skin of @n1atruc's hip , just below the hem of his shirt & the waistband of his dark pants , feeling that genuine , hellish heat for myself.

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍, 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 over the pad of elongated index finger, and growls low as he presses it to the bit of bare chest exposed by the deep cut of his shirt. moisture sizzles audibly against skin, ( 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. ) he is quick to shake the smoke from his hand, playing off his inebriated urgency by soothing the heel of his palm against the side of his hair. he'd seen someone do that in a film once. ❛   ────mm-definitely hot. hot as hell, one might even say ... ❜ he takes an almost desperately composed sip of his wine, sucking the remnants from his teeth hungrily [ ... ] turning away to disguise the warmth of his cheeks.

UGLY, VILE THING .. & seemingly quite unaccustomed to flattery that bleeds such sincerity.

he clears his throat pointedly, and sweeps his hand restlessly through his hair ( 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. ) ❛   hoo-hoo! sexy. i'd say a little bit sexy .. yuh, ❜ picture of vanity catches a glimpse of himself in the reflection of a mirror, and straightens his necktie. soothes the luxurious fabric along the length of his own waist, before turning back to @bibliphale with a single arched brow. ❛   hm. aren't i just? ❜ accompanied by the wink of an eye. he's getting the hang of it now. ❛   not too bad yourself there, angel. ❜

nuzzles his nose into azirphale’s hair,

my chest nestled to his , back pressed to the stone wall of the cell , i willingly drifted one of my stocking clad legs up along the outside of one of his , before back down again. i toyed with the ends of his fingers , thoughtfully studying our held hands as the pad of my thumb drifted along the sharp juts of his knuckles. oh , this was hardly the place , was it ? time had been briefly stopped , my chains had been abandoned to the floor , we should be very quickly leaving this french cell. yet i couldn't quite stop myself from curling even closer to him , painfully aware of the gnawing pit of need in the bottom of my stomach.

stretching my free hand out to wind my arm 'round his neck , twisting my fingers into the back of his red hair , inclining my head closer to trace light , grateful kisses down the shape of his jaw & chin , pointedly avoiding his lips as my own curled into a wry grin.                    ❛            mm .. were you really just in the area by chance , crowley , or were to keeping an eye on me ?            ❜                    i let my curly head fall back with a flushed smile , pulling our held hands up close to me , pressing a kiss to one of his fingers as my other hand freed itself from his hair , moving to fall between our bodies & trail down his chest as i did.

we'd had barely any time together in the past few decades ; i was busy building my bookshop , he was busy doing .. well , demon things , things i was inevitably supposed to thwart , if i hadn't already been so distracted by interior design. oh , i missed him. i might've arranged this little mess , just to see if he'd emerge from the shadows & rescue me like he enjoyed to. how could i possibly return the favor ?

@n1atruc

private    &    selective  tenth rendition of the doctor , from  the media   d.octor w.ho  , adored by darian. studying  themes  such  as :   loneliness   , the need for adventure ,  survival  , found  family  , wanderlust ,  living too long  ,  loss , rebirth  ,  broken  promises  ,   &   new  beginnings. this blog is anti m.offat.

adored  by   darian   (  26  ,  she/they  ,  pst  )   created oct.  2023. ©

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐞𝐧 + 𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝟏𝐢𝐟𝐞 , independent portrayals of the t.enth d.octor & r.ose t.yler , from the media d.octor w.ho. ( © / 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚙 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚗𝚒. )

growls… nips the tip of their nose. 😬

oh to be swatted away by an angel. i wrinkled the bridge of my nose under the soft nip of his teeth , forcing me to bellow out a soft , tired groan , waving crowley gently away as i rolled over onto my stomach , pointedly throwing a pillow over my head , inevitably tossing my nightcap to the floor by the edge of my bed. was it dawn already ? we'd gotten rather distracted last night , the two of us.                    ❛            oh , shoo , my dreaded foul fiend .. i fear i have quite the headache this morning.            ❜

my voice was muffled under the pillow , but i visibly melted into his narrow frame pressed 'gainst me despite myself , burrowing my face into the mattress to dull the low throb 'pon my temples. oh , it would dissipate soon ; i never could hold my liquor very well.

@n1atruc

back & forth , i rocked , pivoted rather , in my desk chair , the toes of my shoes pushing my momentum languidly as i cradled my glass of wine , which was devastatingly empty as i reached out my hand to snatch the bottle from my desk , pouring myself a new one with a low , amused him in my throat.                    ❛            so .. not cute. quite right. hot , then. would that be a better term ?            ❜                    my brows inched toward my hairline , turning slightly to face him as i took a small sip of my crimson drink , my expression the serene picture of innocence , besides the coy gleam in my eyes.

oh , he thought i was cute .. that was so sweet. i felt my flushed cheeks burn slightly as i took another sip , sinking back in my chair as i raised my free hand , adjusting my already skewed glasses 'pon the bridge of my nose , slipping them away from my face to fold & tuck back into the pocket of my vest , lips pursing slightly as i eagerly drank in the expression on the demon's face. my demon. my silly , gorgeous demon.                    ❛            sexy might be more .. apt , i agree.            ❜

𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 with every long-legged half stride he takes across old wooden floor that whines a bit under duress. an angel and a demon had been drinking solidly for the last few hours; outside, the sun had begun to kiss the earth a fond farewell. crowley swings himself about from the crimson soles of his exquisite shoes, ( 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌. ) he hiccups, before a sound escapes him that can almost be classified as a giggle to any that would dare accuse him of it.

❛   ────saying you think i'm cute, are you, angel? hmm. cute. 'dunno m'self if a demon can be cute, er-by hell's standards anyway. it sounds like it probably should be more of an angelic quality, doesn't it? y'know, with your white little ... ❜ he gestures a hand toward his hair, and tangles a finger around a strand of auburn. ❛   and your ─ ❜ promptly splaying himself theatrically upon the sofa, he begins to air-play what can only be construed as a very roughly imagined harp.

❛   yuh. hic - definitely an angel thing, my dear. deduction says it's you that's cute, @bibliphale. i'm just ... er-whatever the dark equivocal .. equi-.. hmph. bollocks. lost my train of thought. ❜

an angel that’s an animal

                   ❛            oh , it's hardly a bother ! it's lovely day , i quite like the breeze.            ❜                    still , it might look a bit odd to some , seeing me without my distinctive coat. only wearing my pristine white undershirt & cream vest , i adjusted the watch in my petticoat pocket as i shifted , ankles neatly folding as i leaned forward slightly in my seat , glancing down toward rosie , who babbled softly in her pram , reaching out one of her delightfully chubby hands toward me , crooning gleefully as i wiggled my fingers at her. oh , she was lovely , wasn't she ? truth be told , i always did think i'd be a good parent , if circumstances were to ever arise. oh , but that was never really in the cards for me , was it ?

no angel , let alone a demon , could really play parent to a child , as much as the hope of it one day happening ached in my chest.                    ❛            so ! go on , then , do tell. did you take my advice ? are you visiting sherlock more ?            ❜                    adjusting my seat , i leaned back neatly 'pon the bench , hands falling to clasp in my lap , tipping my face to the side to hopefully catch john's gaze , read his expression better. he was always so difficult to read , i was never very good at it , i never wanted to pry. but this was the first real friend i'd had in ages , despite the obvious , singular one that springs to mind.

speaking of , i was shocked he wasn't here. i'd made a habit of visiting him in the park as a surprise , he was always reading the paper & feeding the ducks frozen peas ; but our usual bench had been distinctly empty when john & i had sat down. i wished i didn't feel that nagging thorn of disappointment , it was a perfectly gorgeous day , i'd hate to ruin it.                    ❛            not for nothing , but .. i can imagine he'd miss you just as much as you miss him.            ❜                    i was speaking from experience , of course.

@bibliphale : cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

the  chill  of  autumn  has  settled  quickly  over  london,      and  damn  it  all,  he’s  forgotten  his  coat.  it’s  such  a  small  thing,  but  something  so  easily  bypassed  when  you’re  attempting  to  get  a  fussy  baby  all  dressed  up  for  an  outing.  so  occupied  had  john  been  with  making  sure  rosie  had  all  of  her  things  in  the  nappy  bag,  that  he’d  completely  forgotten  about  grabbing  his  own  coat  from  the  hook  next  to  the  front  door.  while  the  wool-knit  jumper  he’d  donned  earlier  that  afternoon  did  offer  him  some  protection,  it  wasn’t  enough  to  keep  him  from  shivering  every  once  in  awhile.  aziraphale  had  been  the  one  to  suggest  they  stop  by  regent’s  park  today,  to  take  a  stroll  and  perhaps  watch  the  ducks.  rosie  always  enjoyed  the  ducks,  when  she  wasn’t  cranky,  and  it  was  enough  to  keep  her  babbling  away  to  herself  contently.

however,      there’s  a  distinct  nip  in  the  air  coming  off  the  pond,  and  it’s  enough  to  make  john  hunch  his  shoulders  together  in  order  to  conserve  warmth.  he’s  surprised  when  he  feels  @bibliphale  drape  his  coat  around  his  shoulders,  giving  the  other  a  sheepish  smile.    “  ta  for  that,  mate.  had  a  million  bloody  things  running  through  my  mind,  getting  this  one  ready  to  come  out  for  a  few  hours.  ”    a  jerk  of  his  head  toward  the  pram,  before  he  sighs,  crossing  one  leg  over  the  other  as  he  leans  back  against  the  bench  where  they  were  currently  sat.    “  a  coat.  it’s  so  simple,  and  yet  .  .  .  so  easily  forgettable.  ”

@n1atruc

Marina Tsvetaeva, from "No one has taken anything away", Selected Poems

marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?

mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?

rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?,

truthfully , i really don't think aziraphale thinks he's a jealous person , because that is such a negative emotion there's no way an angel can actively feel it. but he's 100% deluding himself , he can get extremely jealous , especially when it comes to things he wants or is in fear of losing. he's relatively comfortable regarding crowley , however , given how long the two of them have been together , he can't imagine crowley would ever abandon him entirely for someone else. that being said , i don't think he handles envious feelings well , it's incredibly obvious when he's jealous , & regardless of trying to seem fine , he will make it known by being whiny or petty.

oh , absolutely. he's an angel , all he sees angels as are virtuous & moral , the epitome of good guys , despite that obviously being incredibly flawed. he sees himself as the epitome of light , of good , so he actively strives to do the obviously good thing in every scenario he's faced with , even if it puts him in a negative position.

first & foremost , he's never been romantically interested in anyone besides crowley. i cannot imagine him ever being attracted to someone besides one particular demon , so lovers are entirely off the table , since he's only ever had one , & in his mind , will only ever have that singular one. that being said , i think he sees himself as an incredibly friendly , outgoing person , so making friends & long standing relationships with people is a very important thing to him , making him very active in the community. i think he's a very easy person to love , until you start peeling back layers & then he starts getting more complicated , but outwardly , on the surface , on paper , he's a very caring , loving individual.