? 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~))

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[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.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

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

[exensis.livejournal.com]

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

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

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

[exensis.livejournal.com]

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

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[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.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Which she does, in rather short order.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

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

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[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.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[His expression turns more serious] Why?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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

[exensis.livejournal.com]

I only know her name.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]

She lives with a group of people called the Agency. They put machinery into her, brainwashed her, and now they make her kill people. She's an assassin.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[It's not at all what he was expecting] .....the Warehouse. She mentioned them the first time we met.

I didn't think anything of the name.

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[Crowley nods]

Anytime something goes wrong, they cut her open to fix it. They do so much damage to her she's got gaps in her memory I could drive the Bentley through. And because of all the conditioning, everything they say is golden to her. She wouldn't question it for the world.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

I....see. Is that why you're so attached to her, Crowley?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a frown]

No, of course not. But it is the reason I've been tearing at my hair trying to figure out some way of getting her away from them. I can't cross into her reality, and they've conditioned her well enough that she immediately shoots down anything I say against them.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

You could have asked for help, you know.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right, because you've got a better idea?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

....no, I suppose not.