bakerstreet | Maybe you could make me pure

the impurity & purity pairing meme

you're impure. you've done bad things, been a cruel person, or you've been terribly wrong, and you've seen what the world really is. maybe you're bad, or maybe your road to hell is paved with good intentions. whatever the case is, there's red in your ledger.

they're pure. almost innocent, even. they're kind and open and the very opposite of worldly. maybe they're not always good, no one is, but their heart is clean.

despite these differences, there's something between you. you shouldn't relate, you should be worlds away...

how to play

comment with your character. mention if they're more likely to be pure or impure.

reply to others.

use the rng to determine the direction of your thread or come up with your own direction.

prompts

light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.

dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.

purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.

forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.

death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.

life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?

cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.

confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.

teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.

end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.

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[ m/f, she's most likely the ~impure one ~~but that's all relative isn't it~~. ]

[ Buttons is very innocent. ]

[ the pure one. ]

{The pure one, almost embarrassingly so. ~~My kingdom for a Lord Henry Wotton~~}

Edited 2019-07-02 22:40 (UTC)

( pure. )

( do i even need to say which side this one is on.

i am so going to hell in a handbasket. )

[Aziraphale is a pure cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure.

How would you like this?]

( how would i like this? any which way i can have it.

which is to say you've no idea how delighted i am to have gotten a bite at all. )

[I'd be up for something like the pure or impure option---one of them corrupting or uncorrupting the other! Crowley would be so mad if he started getting to good for his own self!]

( can't have the demon getting too good, can we?

but also angel slipping further away from his inherent goodness. a+ )

It's not that Crowley ever truly feared falling. It's not that he ever really minded the falling. He didn't think it was necessary that he fell, mind. Overreaction, really. He just wasn't good enough for this, good enough for that. Too much questioning. In the end, if that's what it took, well, it wasn't a problem that he fell. In fact, he almost welcomed the fall. Took away a lot of the pressure.

But Aziraphale---

It wasn't that Crowley was afraid that Aziraphale would fall. No. Part of him was too certain that Aziraphale was too good. There was almost an ego on his angel's behalf. Aziraphale was too good to fall. But there was always a nagging sensation, a nagging worry. What if? What would happen?

And then he found it. In his own wing. Deep within the black feathers, a white one stood. Clear, perfect. Just sitting there, all pure among the rest. It was unnerving. He wouldn't mention it again.

He poured Aziraphale a cup of tea at lunch.

"You're not doing any blessings today?" he said, idly.

Crowley will be the first to tell you that he didn't mean to fall — that he'd just hung around the wrong people — and it may be the angel's own naivete playing a part in how his opinions, his perceptions are colored but he believes that he hadn't meant to.

Because he's always believed there is still a good side to the demon, otherwise he wouldn't have found himself so often in his company ( even if he would never admit to actively seeking it out, he's always been pleasantly surprised when they end up in the same place at the same time ) and even still when he considers that his Side ( ™ ) probably wouldn't approve of his fraternizing, it doesn't hold a candle to the giddiness in him when they share the same space.

Call him weak, call him a sorry excuse for a principality, but the song remains the same. They've never been conventional, not in the least.

The question comes quite out of nowhere, enough to bring his attention away from a favorite book he'd been sifting through, fingertips grazing the pages as one might a lover, or someone deeply fond, which he very much is. Of all his books. He glances up, blinking a couple of times in quick succession, like the question has caught him off guard.

"I haven't thought to, now that you mention it." His lips purse, and then quirk to the side, but the furrow in his expression is gone near-immediately. "And you? No tempting of souls?"

That's what he should be doing, he thought. A good tempting. Turn that white feather properly black again. Something really sinful and devious. Of course, everything that sounded really sinful and devious also sounded really boring. No, the best temptations were always the ones that required a little imagination.

"Not today," he decided. "Schedule's far too full."

He followed up that statement with a swift drop into the chair next to Aziraphale that was slouchy and comfortable, with one arm up and lounging across the side.

"Could go...I don't know. Catch a play."