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[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[Unsurprisingly, Aziraphale is at a table in the library, amidst a very large pile of books and papers. He's obviously been taking notes (not all of which are in something most people will recognize as a language), and his shiny new cell phone is under a layer of dust. He would be as well, but he keeps getting up to get more books, or shift piles around so the table doesn't break. He hasn't learned anything about the Plane, but he's read loads of books he's been meaning to.]

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[bit_impossible]

[it's the piles of books that get his attention. it isn't the first time he's come upon someone in deep study of the books in the Plane library, but he's surprised to see it's someone new and not his travelling companion] Oh! Hello there, don't mind me. Just, well, searching for a book--[starts to rub the back of his neck, using it as an excuse to take a peek at what's been written on the top-most sheet of paper]--as one normally does in a library.

But if you don't mind me saying, I don't think I've seen you around here before. [grabs a nearby chair and drags it over, taking a seat at the table] I'm the Doctor, and you are...? [holds his hand out]

[eyesofaserpent]

[It's been altogether too quiet in his room-turned-cottage with the angel disappeared somewhere. Quiet enough for long enough to make him a bit nervous.

Don't panic, idiot. He's probably just in the library.

Crowley saunters to the library, far less confidently than he seems. His hands shoved in his pockets, looking for all the world like he is relaxed, cool, and calm, he steps inside and starts searching. When he finally spots the piles of books and familiar blonde curly hair, he lets out small sigh of relief.]

Angel...?

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale? [Gwen gave him a warm smile when she spotted him through the disorganised heaps of books and papers.] I should have expected to find you here.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

Oh! [The angel nearly jumps out of his chair. He hadn't even noticed the man approach.]

I certainly hope you weren't looking for one I've got in one of my stacks.

[He smiles and shakes the offered hand.] I'm Aziraphale. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale finishes the sentence he was writing before looking up with a smile.]

Yes, dear?

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[Gwen gets a warm smile in return.] What better place to spend my time?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He steps over to Aziraphale and snakes an arm around him.]

You're collecting dust.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

Not that much.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[Although there is one place she can think of.]

Have you seen Crowley recently?

[eyesofaserpent]

Any dust is too much, angel.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[He gives Crowley an exasperated and amused look, the dust that still clung to him suddenly gone.]

Better?

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

...What day is it?

[eyesofaserpent]

Rather.

Now... Is there any chance I can talk you into taking a break from the library?

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[Stretching slightly, he glances over all of this work.]

I think I can handle a small break.

[eyesofaserpent]

Good. Come on.

[He starts toward the exit.]

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[He gives the stacks one last glance, before at least grabbing his phone before hurrying after Crowley.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks out from the side of his shades at the angel and gives a little half grin.]

Are you hungry?

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

I won't say no to a bite of something to eat.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He leads him back to their cottage. At the table is a hot meal waiting for them. A champagne bucket sits beside the table and candles lit.]

Good, because I already cooked.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

Oh! You didn't have to do all this, Crowley.

[eyesofaserpent]

I know I didn't.

[He sits and looks up at Aziraphale, peeling off his sunglasses.]

Join me, love.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

[He takes his seat, giving the demon a smile as he does so.]

Is there some special occasion I've forgotten about?

[eyesofaserpent]

Not that I know of.

Er... We're having venison medallions in a balsamic raspberry reduction on a bed of sweet potato puree. And to drink we have a bottle of Pernod-Ricard Perrier-Joet I happened to find in the bar.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

It sounds wonderful. And it smells lovely.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pulls the champagne bottle out of the bucket and pours it into both flutes.]

I hope you like it.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

There's no reason I wouldn't.

[He settles himself more comfortably in his chair, and places his napkin on his lap. With that out of the way, he cuts a bite of the venison. He's not at all surprised by how amazing it tastes.]

This is absolutely delicious, dear.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He digs in himself, appreciating the taste.]

Er... Thanks...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

I don't think it works like that on the Plane. It was a Monday when I left Camelot, but they don't really have days here.

I'm so sorry for the late tag!

[bit_impossible]

And you as well!

[once he releases Aziraphale's hand, he tilts his head as he quickly examines the book spines he didn't already read] Nah, I'm not looking for one of these. Curious collection you've got going here, though, Aziraphale. Mind if I ask what you're researching?

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

Oh... Well, then. I have no idea if it was recently or not, but I have seen him.

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

I'll have to cook something next time.

It's alright~!

[bibliophilistic.livejournal.com]

Well, I started out trying to find more information about the Plane... And then I just got completely distracted. I had no idea there was so much I hadn't read yet.

[eyesofaserpent]

I look forward to it, then.

[He smiles warmly at the angel and sips his champagne.]

It's been a while since I've had your cooking.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You should try and find him.

[bit_impossible]

[raises an eyebrow at one of the titles] Well, you'd be surprised what finds its way here. It's like the kitchen and pub; once a reality is connected to the Plane, anything from it could very well appear here.

Take this one for example! [deftly plucks one out of the pile. it reads "The Peladon Royal Curse"] I have a book similar to this back in the TARDIS library.