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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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.]

[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.

A

[bread_goes_bip]

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

What happened?

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]

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

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

[eyesofaserpent]

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

Aziraphale's gone.

[midgardserpent]

[Yeah that was obvious, Crowley.

So.

How are the ducks.]

[eyesofaserpent]

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

[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.

[eyesofaserpent]

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

They're kind of dumb.

[midgardserpent]

[He snorts. Yeah. They kind of are.

He looks over at Crowley.

So.

How are you?]

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?"

[eyesofaserpent]

....

[He frowns.]

Aziraphale's gone.

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.))

Alright, that works~

[windows_hyliaedition]

"I see."

Beat.

"...Has someone within your household also been droned then?"

[midgardserpent]

[Ah.

Jormungandr leans back.

Well.

Right, okay, he has no idea what to do next, he's just gonna... you know... sit here...]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He appreciates it, really. However he's a little disinclined to talk much right now, instead feeding the ducks more.]

[eyesofaserpent]

"Yes, but we weren't especially close."

Wilhelmina's droning didn't bother him too much. Yet another droned wife.

[windows_hyliaedition]

Stare.

"There is a difference then, in how others care?" It might be good to note by now that everything out of her mouth has been in monotone. It is as though she has no emotions whatsoever... Or at least, isn't used to having them.

[midgardserpent]

[He just stares out at the strange birds and then up at the sky.

Yup. Sometimes he just can't get over the sky.]

a

[acuity]

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

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?

[bread_goes_bip]

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

Sorry to hear that.

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]

"Of course there is."

What the hell are you, little bird?

"Some people will always mean more than others."