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mayfield_rpg2012-05-10 10:13 am
eyesofaserpent) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-10 10:13 am
Drink Count: 29 || Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord what you're doing to me
[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.]
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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[Despite his protesting, he clearly doesn't really mind the angel's goodness.]
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[ It seems a safe thing to say, and certainly true; he can see how the two would benefit from each other's company. ]
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[ There's a moment while he considers that, and the implications. Passing information seems the sort of thing that would be looked down upon, but perhaps not; with higher beings, he can't begin to tell. ]
You've become accustomed to working together, then.
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