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[eyesofaserpent]

(( Post forward dated to February 13th/14th ))


A. [Phone, Evening of February 13th]

[Crowley returns home from the bar to find that bouquet of flowers on the mantlepiece still. He steps over and plucks an iris from the vase and sniffs it before any alarm bells have a chance to ring in his mind. His brow furrows. What....? He feels a need to walk over to the phone and pick it up and dial the town.

He takes a hesitant breath before committing demonic suicide.]

Hallo? This is Crowley. I, er... I have a confession to make... Er... Where do I begin? Aziraphale and I have been good friends for a decidedly long time. And I don't know for sure just how long ago this started... Maybe it was when we stopped the apocalypse... Maybe even before then...

But, er... The truth of the matter is... I'm in love with Aziraphale.

[He pauses, as if waiting to be smote by God Himself. Or Lucifer.]

Er... Right.


B. [Action: About Town, throughout the day of February 14th]

[Here is your chance to find Crowley around town! He nibbled on some mint from the bouquet, so he is likely to flirt with you. Be careful though, There might be a jealous Lucifer following behind Crowley.]

Comments

Both-ish?

[kingofshadows]

And nobody was surprised.

[Grimsley chuckles into his evening glass of wine, but refrains from embarrassing his friend openly. Whatever was going on in town today was really exceptionally amusing.

He was, of course, above such things as declarations of love.

Which is why the next day, there's a strange flush on his cheeks and a lascivious glint in his eyes that has nothing to do with his dipsomaniac tendencies.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley arches his brows as he spots that look on Grimsley.]

Hallo there, mate.

[kingofshadows]

Hello, hello.

Astonishing, running into you again so soon. And may I congratulate you on the realization of the depths of your romantic feelings?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pauses.] Ah, er... Don't mention it.

[kingofshadows]

And to think you said you weren't capable of the higher emotions.

B.

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr found a bunch of daisies apparently for him and he tried to throw them out because what. But then they just reappeared. So now he's just grabbed a couple and is trying to find an explanation.

Oh hey Crowley. Do you know anything about this?]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley finds a bunch of daisies shoved in his face. He looks quite confused for a moment as the pollen starts to work his magic.

Wait, what?

When did...? How...?

Holy hell, when did Jormungandr get so cute?]

Er... Hi...

[midgardserpent]

[...he forgot why he was here.

Wait. Did he... okay he's got flowers... that's what these are... and... oh.

Crowley.

He was about to give them to Crowley.

Er.

Obviously.

He blinks and is suddenly a little nervous about it. What if... no it's okay, it's Crowley. Yeah.

They're for you now, Crowley.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Oh... How sweet. He takes the flowers a bit awkwardly.]

Th-thanks.

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr ducks his head and looks down at his feet.

Well gosh.]

action; home :Ia

[derpaheal]

Er...Mr Crowley?

[He had to peek out of the kitchen when he heard the contents of that call.He had to check on him. Bit of a weird call to make, wasn't it? And it was better then doing the dishes.]

Are you feeling all right?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks over at Hanatarou, blinking a bit.]

Er, yeah. I'm fine. Perfectly splendid, actually...

[derpaheal]

...splendid? That's a funny way to put it.

[eyesofaserpent]

How so?

[derpaheal]

Well you...did just confess your feelings for someone across the phone thing. Wouldn't you feel a little anxious about the drones?

Or droning I mean.

B; Carnations

[kleptophile]

[Man, Lyn is way too amused by Crowley's over-the-phone confession, and he'd totally left the house with the intention of hassling him about it. A demon in love with an angel - man, how shitty romance paperback could you get? Next Crowley would admit he was actually a vampire and start sparkling in sunlight. Though he supposes that'd require Aziraphale to be underaged and with the intellect of the slightly concussed. Which, who knew, he'd never actually met the guy before.

He'd actually gone so far as to buy (with a drone's money; pickpocketing drones was insultingly easy) a bouquet of nauseatingly pink flowers so he could give them to Crowley with some sort of ironic crack about giving them to his new boyfriend...except that his intentions seem to be getting kind of blurred. He still plans on teasing Crowley about it, but...well, he's kind of happy for the guy, too. He's sort of vaguely thought it before, but Crowley's almost like having Legault back in Mayfield again - somebody who likes him and watches out for him.

Practically family.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley has had a bit of a stressful day, what with separating from Aziraphale (for his protection), many flirtations and even something going on with Jormungandr that was beyond bizarre, and Lucifer. Lucifer trailing Crowley all day and fighting anyone he got close to was by far what is making this day awful. He is lost in thought as Lyn approaches.]

...you know I just realized how Lyn giving Crowley flowers is going to look to Lucifer

[kleptophile]

[Lyn spots Crowley and trots toward him.] Hey, man, wake up, you're like a million miles away.

Ha ha ha, do you want him too step in?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He stops when he hears Lyn's familiar voice and stares at him for a moment before actually seeing him.]

Er, sorry mate. It's been a bloody weird day.

In a bit, yes! :3

[kleptophile]

No fucking kidding. Though you've kinda got only yourself to blame, making an announcement like that.

[Lyn tosses him the bouquet.] Here, catch. You can give that to your angel boyfriend or whatever.

phone

[watchher]

[ There is a brief pause on the other end, and then here's Giles, sounding... mostly confused, and perhaps a bit impressed beneath that. Not particularly surprised, mind.

Rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way-- that had been his response to a vampire in love with a Slayer. This is on another level entirely, but the sentiment comes to mind again here. ]

That is, um-- that's wonderful to hear, Crowley.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Oh, because that announcement isn't embarrassing enough, of course people he knows have to be listening. He rubs his face,as if that would do something to hide his shame as a demon.]

Rub it in, why don't you?

[watchher]

No, I mean that quite genuinely. I, ah...

[ Trailing off, a little helplessly. He has no idea what Mayfield's doing, can he just put the phone down now. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

It's really unbecoming of a demon, I know.

[watchher]

Well, ah, what might normally be considered unbecoming of a demon may be what other sorts like to see.