? 005 ? / Feather 02

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[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~))

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[sldkfjsd]

I'm afraid that's not quite going to cut it, for me.

[and he turns, picks out a bottle of something at random, and turns back]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ X| ] But it's not good to drink when you're upset.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And when did we become so knowledgeable about this sort of thing?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But it's not, right?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That depends. For a human, I might agree. As a demon who can flush the alcohol from my system at any time—and am, in fact, rather upset—I'm less inclined to agree.

[He twists the top off and takes a long pull, making a face as he does so. Random bottle-grabbing does not lead to picking the highest quality, unfortunately :|]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Dips her finger in the drink, stirs it around and then sucks on it for a moment before picking up the glass. She is fretting about you, Crowley. :| ]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[And Crowley, being upset and hell-bent on drowning his sorrows, does not notice. Sorry hon :|]

[Instead, he nods his head for Henrietta to follow and moves over to one of the booths, slithering into one of the seats and propping his legs up length-wise along it so he's sitting sideways from the table itself.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Trails after, and then sits watching him like a hawk. ._. A very small hawk. With large brown eyes.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Takes another long drink from the bottle, then looks over at Henrietta.]

What?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You're sad.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...why do you say that? I thought I'd rather firmly established myself as angry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you are. [Fretting] I can talk to him maybe? Would that help?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

There's no need...but thank you. I'm sure things will work out eventually.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

He's a good friend, right? He'll understand. Right? [Doesn't want him to be lonely D8]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Of course he will, given time. Don't worry about it, Henrietta.

[pause...takes another drink]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you're my friend. I don't want you to be sad.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[A tiny bit of surprise manages to register on the demon's face, sunglasses or not. He stares at Henrietta for a moment, then turns his head to face forward. He doesn't really know what to say to that.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[D8 Oh dear.] Ah, is that bad?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...no. Stop worrying, Henrietta.

[He takes another deep drink from the bottle, then lets himself fall backward so that he's lying lengthwise along the seat of the booth—though he remembers to keep the bottle vertical, so as not to spill all over himself]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She waits for a moment to make sure he's distracted again before slipping out of the booth and away from the bar. She's not gone long--long enough, perhaps, for him to notice her absence--but when she comes back she isn't alone.]

...and now he's sad and drinking again, and I think he's worried you won't be his friend any more.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[In fact, Azi is following close behind her, looking, more than anything, worried] Honestly, I can't leave him alone for more than a few minutes without him getting into trouble.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[oh bloody hell, Crowley knows that voice]

[He sits bolt upright on the seat, then winces and clutches at his head. SUDDEN MOVEMENT + ALCOHOL = NOT COOL]

What's all this, then?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[dkjflsdkjsf]

[She stops next to the table and looks down.]

I don't want you to be sad.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[he suppresses a sigh] Crowley, why are you purposely putting yourself through a hang over?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Still clutching at his head, Crowley props his elbow up on the tabletop and leans the upper portion of his body on the table]

'M not, am I? It's not a hangover if I'm still drinking.

[To illustrate he raises the bottle with his other hand and waves it a bit. The sloshing sound suggests that there isn't very much liquid left in it.]