Drink Count: 29 || Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord what you're doing to me

[eyesofaserpent]

[Aziraphale is gone. Or, well... A drone, more rather. He gets a sense that this might be permanent. It's been several days now and Crowley's gone by 852 Goldberg to check and see if the angel has come out of it yet. But even his wings are gone.

It breaks his heart to see Aziraphale like this. He can never bear to stay long when he comes to check on him. It's like his whole foundation is shattering more, the longer he stays with this shell that was once the angel he desperately loves.

And now also his not!wife is a drone. What the fuck, universe?]


A. [Park: Around Noon]

[Crowley is sitting alone on a bench and feeding the ducks some bread.]


B. [Olney's Tavern: Evening]

[Cowley's behind the bar and drinking a lot more than he usually does. And not even the cocktails he normally drinks, but just scotch on the rocks. Even his wings are starting to become a reflection of his mental state, the normally sleek and immaculate appendages are untidy with the occasional falling feather.]

Comments

A

[midgardserpent]

[And suddenly there is a tall silent guy sitting next to you on the bench, Crowley. Hope that doesn't freak you out, it's amazing how quiet Jormungandr can be.

Anyway he's no good at. You know. Interpersonal stuff. But it's pretty obvious something's wrong.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks over when he feels the weight of the bench shift slightly.]

Oh, er... Hi. Didn't notice you come up...

[midgardserpent]

[Yeah that was obvious, Crowley.

So.

How are the ducks.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He tosses a bit of bread and it lands on a duck's head.]

They're kind of dumb.

[windows_hyliaedition]

Ducks?

Never seen 'm. Still, you seem properly depressed, so she'll watch for a moment...

And then sit down herself? Well now! That's new of her.

"..." ...Not saying anything isn't new though.

[eyesofaserpent]

He looks over and wonders just exactly why this unfamiliar woman picked his bench to sit at. He shrugs and goes back to tearing little bits of bread to toss to the ducks.

Crowley lives at 852 Goldberg doesn't he..? >->

[windows_hyliaedition]

[[The housing post says so at least. :U Cause so does Fi. xD]]

The young woman (arguably a girl at her 'age' really) sits in silence for a short time, before eventually speaking.

"...What do these creatures eat, when there is no bread?"

Oh. Yes. I missed that somehow and I just checked the housing. ffff

[eyesofaserpent]

He shrugs. "Small fish, aquatic plants. Things like that."


((ooc: You can assume Crowley hasn't really been home the last couple of days.))

A

[bread_goes_bip]

[Brooding feeding some sort of bird? Oh that brings back memories.]

What happened?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He frowns and looks over. He really needs to work on his subtle brooding.]

Aziraphale's gone.

[bread_goes_bip]

[Of course... she's a bit of an expert brood spotter]

Sorry to hear that.

[eyesofaserpent]

I keep hoping it's just temporary...

B.

[uberboned]

[Gabriel strolls in for a drink and becomes keenly aware that his generally sardonically cheerful demon bro is a little... Less sardonically cheerful. He slides onto a seat at the bar in front of him.]

Wow. You look like a few miles of bad prairie, hombre.

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... Right... [He sips his scotch with a frown.] Aziraphale's gone.

[uberboned]

[Oh... Gabriel never met Aziraphale, but it definitely doesn't make for fuzzy feelings when it comes to angels and this place.] And he's...

[Droned. If what Crowley told him before was true and there doesn't seem to be a reason why he'd lie about that.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah...

[And Crowley hates it. Seeing his best friend and lover as a mindless 50s atomaton was heartbreaking.]

His wings are gone, even.

a

[acuity]

[ nearby, a girl is carefully rolling a piece of fish around a pill before feeding it to her penguin bff~ ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Oh, it's that girl that helped him out a while back. He watches her a moment before returning to duck feeding.]

[acuity]

[ her penguin seems to be satisfied with just a few pieces of fish, and she has leftovers. for a moment she takes a look at the ducks, then approaches Crowley curiously because he seems like he'd know their diet 8|b ]

B

[kingofshadows]

You're molting.

[This is Grimsley's way of saying hello as he slides into his usual seat.]

Are you about to transform into a beautiful swan?

[eyesofaserpent]

Sure... Something like that.

[He's gotten uncharacteristically used to letting Aziraphale groom his wings and without him around...]

What'll you have Grimsley?

[kingofshadows]

...One order of 'why in the world did you let that one slide', if you could.

A

[watchher]

[ The wings catch his eye, shining as they do in the sunlight. They've been somewhat lacking lately in pleasant, two-way conversations, so Giles strays in Crowley's direction-- walks up quietly to stand beside the bench, watch him throw bits of bread in the water. It's odd to see the demon here alone. ]

Slow afternoon, I suppose?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks up at his dearest human friend and can't even really find it in himself to offer a wan smile.]

I suppose you could say that.

[watchher]

[ With the shades making Crowley's expression that much harder to read, it's his body language that first clues Giles in. Something dark and cold collects deep in his chest; concern shows blatant on his face. ]

Has something happened?