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.]

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]

[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.

[eyesofaserpent]

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

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

[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.]

[midgardserpent]

[What. Oh. Well all right. Jormungandr lets himself be pulled along by Caphriel. He could have very easily stood his ground and Caphriel wouldn't have been able to budge him, but Jormungandr is generally willing to cede to Caphriel's whims.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He finally finds a place he deems appropriate and pushes Jormy against a tree to nibble at his throat.]

Sorry I've been so neglectful lately.

[midgardserpent]

[Well then. Jormungandr shifts slightly and shrugs, one finger running down a bit of Caphriel's wing.]

It's okay.

[He was really a little worried but he'd never admit it.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Zirah's still a drone...

[He shivers just a bit, nipping his throat.]

I think I can relax now...

[midgardserpent]

[There's a hint of a smile on Jormungandr's face. His smiles are still rare, but he almost smiles relatively often.]

Good.

[eyesofaserpent]

[His hands slide down his sides to rest on his hips. He notices that hint and it makes him smile before returning to nibbling at his throat.]

You seem happy.

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr shrugs and shifts his weight slightly.]

I didn't like him.

[He wasn't jealous.

Well he was a little jealous, but really it was just Zirah in general he didn't like.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He frowns slightly and reaches up to run his fingers through his hair.]

I know... I'm sorry. He's... He's not easy to get along with...

Or manage...

[While Zirah had been in town, he'd done everything he could to keep Zirah calm. And keep him from going on a murder spree. He feels guilty for having to leave Jormungandr alone for so long. Of course he'd snuck out from time to time to see his serpent boyfriend, but he was tenser than usual.

Now he is much more relaxed, if apologetic.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr idly toys with part of Caphriel's sleeve.

He's spent a lot of time with humans, enough so that he feels comfortable speaking, but sometimes he just has thoughts that he can't figure out how to put into words.]

Why?

[What he means is "why do you feel the need to take responsibility for him? Why do you let yourself get pushed around by him? Why do you let yourself get hurt by him?" If it were Jormungandr, Zirah would've been dead. No questions asked.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Zirah is his responsibility. He's always known that.]

I'm an angel. I have to keep him in check.

[Though Zirah is and always has been his biggest weakness. When he was much younger and idealistic, he thought he could fix Zirah and fill in the cracks of his shattered mind.

Despite everything, he loves Zirah.

A hand slides up to cup Jormungandr's cheek. What he has here is so much healthier, and Caphriel knows it. He treasures it. He craves it. He stands on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek, lingering longer than usual trying to convey the love and appreciation he has for his serpent.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr snorts softly. He doesn't understand, and probably never will. But he accepts the kiss in the spirit it was given and wraps an arm around Caphriel's waist.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He presses his body closer to Jormy's and wraps his wings around them as best he can with the tree in the way.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr rests his head on Caph's, and as his free arm moves to join the other around his waist, Jormungandr's hand brushes against Caph's wing. It may or may not have been accidental.]

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

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

[eyesofaserpent]

[His wing twitches slightly at the touch and he snuggles in closer. He's felt so guilty not being able to devote his attention properly to Jormungandr. This feels good. This feels right.

He feels...

Safe...

He runs gentle fingers over his chest and kisses his collarbone.]

Thank you.

[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?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr wonders vaguely how he got here. How someone could like him enough to love him. Sure, he's spent plenty of time with his father and siblings and half-siblings back where he came from, but that was more "like" and "mutual respect."

He didn't really understand the whole love thing until he was brought to Mayfield and Caphriel showed it to him.

He's still not sure he understands it completely, and he's not even sure he reciprocates Caphriel's feelings, but he appreciates them.

He appreciates them a lot.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. That's one of the things he likes about Caphriel. He holds the angel gently, gently, knowing that he could easily crush the man if his focus slips.

He'd never let it.]