realityshifted | ? 005 ? / Feather 02

[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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[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?

[dkjflsdkjsf]

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

I don't want you to be sad.

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

[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.]

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[...she would be darting in to snatch that away now. >>]

I would appreciate if you could sober up, at least.

That would sort of defeat the purpose of drinking, wouldn't it?

[He eyes Henrietta, frowning sadly at the loss of his bottle, but doesn't make much of a move to recapture it.]

[Stands there holding the bottle, not sure what to do with it.] P...please?

[He takes the bottle from her, placing it on the counter out of Crowley's reach. Calmly, he moves closer and sits him up properly, tugging his clothing this way and that so as to make the demon more presentable and less drunk-looking] Now, old friend, I really do wish you would sober yourself up so that we could discuss this properly.

I don't like seeing you like this.

[Crowley submits quietly to Aziraphale's fussing, then takes one last look at Henrietta and drops the alcohol from his system. The sudden shock from loss of intoxicant causes a shudder to course through his body and he sits up a little straighter.]

There. Better?

[She sits down next to him, looking miserable, and then buries her face against his side.]

Please don't hate me.

Very much, yes. [He can't help but place his hand on Henrietta's shoulder softly] I wouldn't worry about such a thing, Henrietta. Crowley isn't as petty as that.

[This would be casting a glance up at you, Crowley, tense and timid.]

[A guilty look crosses Crowley's face, and he averts his gaze from both the angel and the little girl. He does, however, move to put his arm around Henrietta's shoulders in what could possibly be construed as a reassuring gesture.]

[Relaxes against him and closes her eyes.] See, though? Signore Aziraphale isn't mad.

[he can't help smile at that] Really, Crowley, I would have hope that you'd think better of me than that.

[a wry smile] That was rather the point of drinking, to avoid thought.

[Either Crowley is comfortable or she's getting tired easily, lately, because she's starting to drift off again.]

You really shouldn't have had such a thought in your head to begin with.

[Crowley makes a motion across his own throat with a finger, then gestures (lightly) down to the girl dozing against himself, trying to make it clear that they shouldn't speak until the child has completely fallen asleep.]

[Which she does, in rather short order.]

[He holds his tongue and nods, though he can't but give Crowley a teasing look]

[And Aziraphale gets a dry look, complete with cocked eyebrow, in return]

If you're looking for some sort of reason as to my behaviour, then look no further. I've been...worried about her.

[His expression turns more serious] Why?

Has she told you anything about herself? What she is? Where she's from?

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