Drink Count: 30 || Angel of Rock and Roll (except not really)

[eyesofaserpent]

He was not particularly angelic in appearance. He had dark hair and good cheekbones and the kind of smile that is usually described as 'ironic', or perhaps 'wry.' He was thin, and very, very British in a way that recalled a thousand drugged out rock stars. He wore black a lot.

He never took off his sunglasses.

The Sacred and the Profane, by Afrai

A. [852 Goldberg: Morning]

[The winged being that wakes up at 852 Goldberg is certainly not the one who went to bed. Sure, he's still got his wings and dark hair. But his eyes (still hidden by sunglasses)are grey and his shoulders are hunched like he has the weight of the world on them. In a way he does. He is wearing faded black clothes (mostly denim and an old black t-shirt). He is an angel by the name of Caphriel and has been on Earth since the beginning doing everything in his power to make the world at least slightly better.

The one good thing about Mayfield is that he never has to wonder where his next meal would be coming from. He is in the kitchen leaning on the counter with a mug of tea in one hand and a slice of toast in the other.]


B. [About Town: Midday]

[Caphriel has always been a bit confused by Mayfield giving him a vintage Bentley. He had never really learned to drive, preferring to walk or bike from place to place. So the car has been sitting in the garage since it's arrival and he's continued to walk from place to place like right now.

He's enjoying the warmth of the sun on his wings as he walks and offers a wry smile to those passing by him and a wave to those he knows.]


C. [Olney's Tavern: Evening]

[The angel Caphriel is mixing and serving drinks like usual. He's much more relaxed now than he was when Zirah had been in town. Relieved even. And he greets his customers with a smirk.]



((ooc: Crowley's AU is one in which Aziraphale had been the one to fall and not Crowley. He remained an angel (Caphriel) while the demon Zirah (Aziraphale) lost his mind to the fires of hell. If you would like to read the fic I took this AU from, it's called The Sacred and the Profane.))

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[midgardserpent]

[It's Saturday, so Jormungandr is wandering around town because that's what he does when he's not staring at the ceiling at work.

And oh look there's Caphriel. He waves.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Just the man he wants to see. He steps over and pulls him down to kiss the corner of his mouth. Dangerous territory, he knows. His lips tingle a bit from the residual poison there and he resists the urge to lick his lips until the tingling stops.]

Hallo Jormungandr.

[midgardserpent]

[For a very brief moment, Jormungandr is incredibly surprised at this, like for some reason it wasn't supposed to be like this, but then he remembers. He straightens and, on an impulse, ruffles Caphriel's hair.]

Hi.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He automatically fixes up his hair, finger combing it back into place, but his grimace is only skin deep. He really does enjoy Jormungandr's presence.]

Busy?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr shakes his head. He's rarely ever busy, and even if he is doing something, it usually isn't anything he's committed to.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Come on then.

[He grabs his hand and heads off into the park, looking for a quiet corner.]

A. [852 Goldberg: Morning]

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

[ Hirai Yukari steps down the stairs and just stares at him. She has no human name but the one she's stolen, and certainly isn't called Shana anymore. }

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks over and offers her a slightly embarrassed smile.]

Er... Morning. Can I get you something? Toast?

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

Sure, toast would be good. [ she says in the same toneless voice she has always used, since Wilhemina was droned. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He sets down his tea and his own toast and pops a couple fresh slices into the toaster. Unlike his demon self, Caphriel is no good in the kitchen, really. He can warm things up and make tea, but the gourmet meals of Crowley are gone.]

Sleep well?

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

I slept all right. How did you sleep? [ There is a great deal of perfunctoryness to her response, however. ]

C

[kingofshadows]

[A familiar man slides into his usual seat.

Dressed not in suits and scarves but jeans and a faded jacket, Grimsley offers the angel a sigh. ...His hair is down.]

Give me the usual, Caph.

[eyesofaserpent]

You have a usual?

[He arches a brow. Grimsley looks like he's slumming it today. Odd...]

[kingofshadows]

Beer.

Beer and lots of it.

[Grimsley looks vaguely irritated as he folds his arms and rests his head on top of them.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Beer? [Really?]

[Still, he pours a pint and sets it down for him.]

Are you feeling alright?

[kingofshadows]

Fine.

[He lifts his head off the counter a bit.]

Town's a hellhole like it always is. Nothing to complain about.

C

[watchher]

[ Rupert appears early into the evening, casual as ever; jeans, no glasses, his hair a little rumpled and an earring in his left. He takes a seat at the bar and raises two eyebrows at Caphriel's smirk. ]

How's the shift?

[eyesofaserpent]

Not too bad.

[He notes the differences with an arched brow. Another one odd today.]

Scotch?

[watchher]

[ The accent's wrong, too-- he speaks like Ripper. In fact, the only hint that this isn't Ripper is the lack of leather and affected apathy. ]

Please.

[ And that.

He's relaxed at the bar, or at least good at faking it. Loose and leaning in on his arms, unaware of Caphriel's confusion. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pours the scotch and sets it down before him.]

You seem a bit... At ease today.

[watchher]

Do I?

[ He picks the glass up up, sips without concern. ]

C

[kleptophile]

[It's been awhile since Lyn's been around in any capacity, and he's more than a little freaked out by how long he's been droned. So it's not that surprising when he sidles into the tavern - timing it with the shifts he knows Crowley works - in search of a (relatively) strong drink.

He slides onto the bar stool, looking Crowley over with a hint of curiosity; the man looks a bit different, in ways he can't quite define.] Hey.

[eyesofaserpent]

Lyn! You're back. I thought you'd gone the way of Zirah.

[He offers him a wry smile and claps his shoulder from behind the counter. The angel's sunglasses slip only slightly before he pushes them back. Perhaps Lyn catches a glimpse of the grey eyes hidden behind them.]

Can I get you a drink?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn blinks at the clap on the shoulder; it's slightly more touchy than Crowley usually gets, although he's not going to complain. It has been awhile; maybe the other demon is just that relieved.] Who the fuck is Zirah? And hell yes I want a drink. Droning is creepy as shit and I am totally entitled to alcohol here.

[He notes the eyes - Lyn's always been exceedingly observant - and frowns slightly.] Something happen to your eyes, man?

[eyesofaserpent]

.... Lyn, you met Zirah. [He looks at him seriously.] And didn't get on with him, I might add. Not that it's easy to get on with him. You know, blonde, bookish, seems a bit stuffy and smiles a lot but sets off every alarm in your body? That demon I'd been keeping holed up in his house until he got droned.

[Still, he mixes Lyn a Black Cat and sets it down.]

What do you think happened to my eyes?