? 005 ? / Feather 02

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[Aziraphale is currently on the Plane, sitting in front of an old table that has seen better days. There is what obviously looks to be an old book sitting in front of him, and he's currently wearing gloves as he carefully leafs through the pages]

[Crowley has been roaming the Plane ever since his encounter with Cy, looking for...well, something. He's sure he'll know it when he sees—oh hey, there's an Aziraphale. The demon immediately starts toward the angel, without saying a word.]

[Aziraphale looks up from his work, though even at a glance he can tell things arent as they should be] Crowley, are you ok?

[Crowley remains silent, clearly moving toward the angel with a purpose. Almost like a stalking cat. Or snake, take your pick]

[Aziraphale stands, looking rather concerned now] I do hope this isn't another one of your pranks, because I'm getting worried now.

[Finally reaching where the angel now stands, Crowley places both hands on either side of the angel's face, just under his jaw, and kisses him. Not just a little kiss, either...we're talking dramatic movie kiss here, people.]

[Aziraphale is surprised, enough that for a few seconds he does nothing. He finds himself returning the kiss, if rather awkwardly, before quickly pushing the demon away. He seems torn between embarrassment and anger] W-what did you just do?

[Something in Crowley's face seems to clear after being pushed away, as Cy's hypnosis fades. He stands there, slack-jawed, and for his part torn between embarrassment and horror.] I...don't know.

((ooc: Green is Aziraphale, blue is Crowley~))

Comments

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Absolutely not!

That was— [pause...deep breaths]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.] Were you practicing?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Bite your tongue, Crowley. Deep breaths.]

No, I wasn't practising. Someone's played a trick on me.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[o_o] A trick? Someone tricked you into kissing?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...something like that. Someone was messing around inside my head. [frowns]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Z...zomg.] Inside your head? Like conditioning?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[ffff guilty look, thank Heav—thank someone for the sunglasses]

Like conditioning, yes.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Why would they condition you to kiss someone?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[sigh] It's...a long story. I did something to them, and this was my payback, apparently.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh. But you like Signore Aziraphale, so that's not so bad, right?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's not that simple. I wish it were.

You immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion—why shouldn't anyone? I suppose he has, even.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you can just explain, can't you? [ D8 ]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[he broods for another moment, then places a hand on her head]

Let's go. Drinking too much or not, I could use it right about now.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Puts her hand on top of his.] But you should talk to signore Aziraphale, shouldn't you?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...d'awwww]

I'll talk to him later. I'm sure he doesn't want to speak to me right now anyway.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But if you don't, then he'll keep thinking the wrong thing.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

He's bound to keep thinking whatever he wants to think at first, Henrietta. It's just the way adults work.

Now please, for the love of someone, can we go?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But he's an angel. He should understand. [She shall not be moved. Yet.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yes, he's an angel that's been around humans—and myself—far too long.

[And he starts walking away, whether Henrietta comes along or not >>;]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[khdjkashdkshasdh]

[She picks up her violin case and runs after him, catching his hand before he's gone too far.] Wait, please. Don't leave. I'm sorry.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is too preoccupied to bother with being embarrassed about the little girl holding his hand. He's had far worse tonight already.]

There's nothing for you to be sorry about.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You're upset.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Which isn't your fault.

[Still, he makes an effort to stop sulking...at least in front of Henrietta.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[And oh look! It's the bar. You take her to the nicest places, Crowley. :| ]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't he? He's such a good role model :)]

[He moves over to the bar, then stops and turns back to face Henrietta]

What'll it be, young lady?