lunchbreaks: (wishing she had never left at all)
ଘ 𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖 ([personal profile] lunchbreaks) wrote2019-07-18 09:30 pm
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"We're on the humans side," Crowley says. "They can't keep thinking this is only about them forever."

Aziraphale fusses, and Crowley lounges back in the tub, letting him have at it. It's a fairly large tub, actually, though he can't remember the last time he used it as an actual tub. Showers, mostly. Just to clean himself off, make sure he was prepared and perfect for the day. But he had it. There was a lot on this flat he had that he never used. That kitchen, his bed, his nice couch. Never really thought about it until now.

"We could confront them," he suggests. "Together. Swap faces, like you said. And go in, demand the humans have rights for the truce."
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe," Crowley says. "But we will be stronger together. It's better than being alone."

Maybe they won't know what to do with them. Maybe Aziraphale and Crowley can work together to keep them down. He doesn't know. All he knows is that he can't stand the idea of sending the angel into Hell alone. Not after watching him fight, not after holding him here in this flat. If they had avoided the War entirely, he might have been able to handle some secret mission off to Heaven alone, but not now.

He sits up, reaching out to take the angel's hands.

"We've beaten them once. We had nothing then, and we beat them, remember? This time, we've got tricks they don't know about."
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll go tomorrow," Crowley says. "We just survived a War, today, angel, I think we deserve a few minutes rest."

By 'we', he means Aziraphale. He can't just throw him back into the clutches of the angels that fast. They only just got out of there. He's also not so keen to see Beezelbub having just destroyed one of their Dukes. And there is always the possibility---however unlikely---that Hastur survived the raincloud. Crowley would avoid that for a lifetime if he could. He can't, but he would if he could.

He shifts himself, trying to stand out of the tub. "Come on, time I actually see what that bed is like."
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Of course Aziraphale cares about the wounded and the dying. Crowley cares----really, he does---but right now he really, truly cares about the angel in front of him. His number one, top most important priority.

He concentrates. Miracles aren't something that demons are good at, but Crowley has been able to perform more than a few since meeting the angel. He thinks about the people in the battlefield around them, the ones that Aziraphale was going to help, he thinks about all of the injured. And he focuses.

"They'll make it through the night," he says, and there's a level of certainty to his voice. He can't have Aziraphale sacrificing any of himself today. Not one shred more.

Crowley shuffles the blankets out of the way and drops, gingerly, onto the bed.
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Only if you rest, too," Crowley says. He slips off his sunglasses and tosses them carelessly on the side table.

He looks over at Aziraphale, and he gives his hand a squeeze with his own. He's tired. More than tired. War, then a curse, then a miracle? Crowley doesn't sleep, not really, but right now he could. He could really sleep, properly sleep.

"And I don't mean the kind of rest where you're just worrying about everything rest," he says. "I mean rest."
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, come on though, the bed's big enough for two, you can sit here," Crowley says, gesturing to the spot next to him. The bed is actually ridiculously large, because Crowley bought the most expensive one at the time, simply due to price. "Can't speak on the comfort, though, it's my first time on this mattress. Sales said it was comfortable. Seems all right."

He, personally, thinks Aziraphale should try sleeping. But, perhaps the angel simply doesn't sleep. Many occult---or whatever it was Aziraphale said angels were---being simply don't. But Crowley would, if he were Aziraphale. And Crowley will, being Crowley in this exact moment.
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale is positively adorable. Crowley lounges back as he lays there, watching the angel sit, all but cross-armed in the bed next to him. The very picture of someone who never rests, never relaxes. Crowley wouldn't want him to change, not for the whole universe.

He wants to watch him forever, but he can't. He can't even really keep his eyes open for very long. He leans into his pillow and his eyes slowly close. He lets himself sleep, eventually throwing an arm around the angel as he dreams.

It's not snuggling, because Crowley Does. Not. Snuggle. It's more like...leaning on aggressively while sleeping.
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
He rouses slightly, finding his face buried in Aziraphale's chest with Aziraphale petting (?) his hair. Well, that's----not how he expected to wake up, but he's certainly not going to complain. Of the places in the universe he'd like to be, in the arms of his best friend is definitely up there.

He tilts his head back to look up at the angel. He offers him a lazy, tired smile in the darkness.

"I don't snuggle," he says, pointedly. "So this isn't snuggling, in case anyone asks."
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley gives Aziraphale a very put-upon look. "I'm a demon, angel, I'm not exactly the cuddling kind."

Though, honestly, this is actually pretty, well, nice. Maybe it's the exhaustion or the fear of losing Aziraphale, or whatever else is upon him, but he likes this level of intimacy at this exact moment. He briefly considers his promise to kiss Aziraphale quite a bit more after they both survived the War, and wonders if a moment like this is really the right time to bring that up. Could be the right time. Is it the right time?

"You don't look like you've even seen anyone sleep in a long while yourself," he says. "Did you sleep?"
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-23 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can't imagine you in a tee-shirt," Crowley says, as if he could easily imagine the Bentley flying in the air and that wasn't at all disconcerting. He wonders what has happened to America, what has happened to California throughout this. All those beautiful beaches, probably boiled away through the first wave. He supposes they'll find out, as they're rebuilding.

"I usually don't," he says. "Probably for the best. Can't imagine what a demon would dream about." He remembers a handful of dreams in his entire lifetime, now that he thinks about it. Maybe he'll have more.

He likes this, the feel of Aziraphale's hand in his hair. It's a kind of intimacy they could never have had before. They only even really shook hands in the confidence of Aziraphale's bookshop, much less anything else. He relaxes his head into the crook of the angel's neck, allowing himself to just...enjoy it, for as long as they have it.
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-24 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's still dark outside. Crowley's miracle would last until morning, he tells himself, so he doesn't have to move yet. Doesn't have to leave the comfort of this place, of not being part of the War and what it means. It's just him and Aziraphale. How it might have been, really, if they'd left together. If they'd run off, away from the War, without any regard for the world they left behind. They might have been in a place like this, lying together. But Aziraphale would not have been the same. He'd have given up too much for it. No, staying, fighting for what is right, that was the right thing for Aziraphale. Maybe the right thing for them both.

"You made my car fly in your dream," he says. "That's fairly angelic, and a bit miraculous. If you could do that in real life, I think we'd already have the War well past won. The demons would be terrified. They barely know how to handle the fact that I have a car, let alone what to do with it."
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-24 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Freddie Mercury," Crowley says. "That's Queen. It's a classic band, and it's not bebop, so don't---don't even try that."

He can't imagine being the one to make something fly. Without his wings, Crowley can't even making himself fly most days. Seems a bit too heavenly. He's the one who fell---even though he didn't mean to---and before that he was only sort of good at flying. Now, well, now he's got Aziraphale if flying is utterly necessary.

Aziraphale pulls back a little, and Crowley looks up at him. Oh, but he does love Aziraphale. It's impossible not to, and mostly really annoying, especially when he can't do simple things like run away from a fight because of him.
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-07-24 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, but that's too brief. When Aziraphale pulls away, Crowley will lean up, letting his lips linger against the angel's. Would this ever have happened, if the War didn't? If they didn't suddenly have no time at all and their lives were possibly ending any moment? Crowley doesn't know. He likes to think that they wouldn't have lived in this game forever, but for all he knows, they might've.

"You can sing," he murmurs in a teasing way. "But only if you don't destroy any more of Queen."

It's odd, being looked at with the kind of open affection that Aziraphale gives him. He's always looked at Crowley like he's something wonderful. No matter where they were, he was always excited to see him, always pleased. And, as a demon, harbringer of trouble and overall badness and all that, it wasn't often that anyone was pleased to see him. And never with the kind of openness and honesty of Aziraphale.

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