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.]

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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.

[eyesofaserpent]

....

[Stare.]

I'm sorry, what?

[kingofshadows]

...

Are you feeling well, Crowley?

[eyesofaserpent]

Sorry, I'm a bit distracted... [He finishes off his drink and pours another.]. Aziraphale's gone.

[kingofshadows]

Gone... to get you an aspirin?

[eyesofaserpent]

Gone as in he's a wingless mindless drone.

[kingofshadows]

Ah. Slightly more unwelcome.

[Grimsley pauses for a moment or two.]

...Will you be alright?

[eyesofaserpent]

Peachy. [He doesn't sound terribly convinced.

He mixes up a blue cocktail for Grimsley's and sets it down for him to drink.]

He'll be back before we know it.

[kingofshadows]

...Do you want him to be?

[eyesofaserpent]

Of course I do. Well... I don't want him to have to deal with this shit. But... I hate seeing him like that.

[kingofshadows]

The body is a receptacle of the soul. Or so I'm told. ...It will move to the outskirts of town eventually.

[eyesofaserpent]

I don't feel like myself when he's gone.

[He drinks his new scotch in one gulp.]

What the hell's wrong with me?

[kingofshadows]

...You reek of liquor, your hair's not done properly, you missed a button, and you're still molting.

Ah, you meant emotion-wise. Haven't you ever been lovesick before?

[eyesofaserpent]

Love-sick?

[kingofshadows]

Of course.

When she doesn't call back after what you believed to be a fantastic date. When you fight over something in consequential and regret it immediately. When he kisses you before he boards the plane to the other side of the country.

In as many words, the reason we live.

[eyesofaserpent]

This is blood awful. I don't know how you lot put up with it.

[He finger combs his hair back into place.]

[kingofshadows]

We write terrible love songs and force anyone within earshot to listen to the turmoils of our heart, mostly.

[eyesofaserpent]

Things I'd really rather not do...

[kingofshadows]

I'm listening.

[eyesofaserpent]

I've already told you all there is to tell, Grimsley. He's a bloody drone.

[kingofshadows]

Come now. That's only the start of it. Particularly for someone who's never experienced heartache before.

[eyesofaserpent]

I don't really want to talk about this emotional crap. I'm a demon. I shouldn't even have these bloody feelings.

[kingofshadows]

Precisely why you need to talk about them. You'll probably explode if you bottle it up.