。001 | action + phone

[mydear]

ACTION • KRAMDEN ROAD.

[ It'd be safe to say that waking up in a strange place in a bed is entirely unusual for Aziraphale - considering he doesn't have a bed for any purpose other than for his only friend to nap in and that he doesn't sleep, all of this is very strange. He was a little more happy to find that he'd been given a set of rather fine clothes - but that was less important. He walks downstairs and almost has a very-unangelic heart attack - not a single book in sight. In fact, this is looking less and less like Soho and more and more like some elaborate joke to mess with his head, neither of which he is particularly appreciative of.

Opening the door, he steps outside and looks around - and there he stands, kind of wide-eyed and lost. Because this is not home and he certainly has no idea how to go about explaining it. Divinity only explains so much, after all, and he doesn't think anyone Up There would play this kind of joke on him (no matter how grand his part in stopping the end of the world was). ]

PHONE •  (OPEN)

[ There's a long silence before the sound of fumbling and a soft, lost little sigh - and then the angel gets the hang of it. Technology of any kind will always be lost on him. ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

Comments

[eyesofaserpent]

[He nods and heads over to the Bentley.]

Get in, Angel.

[mydear]

I see some things don't change.

[ He slips inside anyway, getting comfortable. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[His own entry is a little awkward with his wing, but he looks comfortable inside. He backs out of the driveway and then speeds through the neighborhood.]

Why would they?

[mydear]

They wouldn't, of course. It's just nice to see something familiar amidst all this - yourself included, of course.

[eyesofaserpent]

I.... I'm glad you're back to being yourself. It's been... Hard... Without you.

[mydear]

[ He breathes out a soft, sad sigh, looking over at Crowley and smiling. He can't imagine what life would be like being alone with a robot version of Crowley for company, and knowing that the demon felt that- it's playing with his very human heart. ]

I'll not leave you again. I promise.

[eyesofaserpent]

If you do, I know it's not because you want to.

[He pulls into his own driveway and turns the car off.]

Come on. I can make you whatever you want.

[mydear]

I'd never leave you alone. Not if I had a choice.

[ He looks out of the window before he smiles softly. ]

That sounds wonderful.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He slides out of the car and goes to the front door without a word. He knows Aziraphale wouldn't willingly go. It just didn't change the fact that he did and came back without a memory of Mayfield.]

[mydear]

[ Aziraphale follows quietly, letting the demon lead the way. Something was off and he didn't know what it was -- his friend was broken in more ways than the physical, and he was certain this place was behind it. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Of course, the inside of his house was nearly identical to Aziraphale's, except for the photos. Those had him, a red haired woman, and two daughters. He walks right past those without a thought and into the kitchen.]

What do you want for breakfast?

[mydear]

[ Aziraphale steps up to look at the photos, curious. They make no sense to him, of course, and he frowns before turning to follow the demon's voice. ]

Oh - anything is fine, dear.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He stares at him a moment.]

Right. Fry up it is.

[mydear]

[ He looks over. ]

Who are these people?

[eyesofaserpent]

The girls are Shana and Nepeta. The woman used to be Wilhelmina, but she's been a drone for a couple of months. She and Shana were from the same place.

[He started getting things together to cook. A couple of things needed to be changed to be right. Black pudding is impossible to get in Mayfield, after all. So he grabs a breakfast link and changes it. He can't create objects out of raw firmament yet, but he can do a swap out.]

[mydear]

I see.

[ He gazes at the photos a little longer, taking them all in and frowning at the strange image of Crowley as a family-man before he turns back to his friend, walking over and watching. ]

Are your powers one of the things returned to you?

[eyesofaserpent]

I... I'm pretty limited. Not at my full power. It's, er... Frustrating.

[mydear]

Yes, I, ah, I can imagine.

[ His hand reaches out and squeezes the counter, his eyes slipping closed. ]

I cannot feel anything. It's disconcerting.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He frowns and reaches over to gives his arm a pat and a rub.]

Try not to think about it too much, Angel.

[mydear]

It's impossible not to think about it. It feels as though I've lost my heart.

[ Still, he welcomes the touch, relaxing a little. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

You haven't lost your heart. You just have blinders on. Er... Think of this as an opportunity to truly understand how humans experience the world.

[mydear]

Hm.

[ He nods, accepting it. He knows it's not gone, really, it's just been put on hold, but it still hurts somewhat. ]

At least it'll being valuable knowledge.

[eyesofaserpent]

Just give it time.

[He realizes his hand is still lingering on Aziraphale's arm. He pulls it back and he focuses on cooking again.]

You'll get back at least something of yourself soon enough.

[mydear]

I suppose time will feel longer whilst I'm human?

[ He purses his lips, closing his eyes and still, valiantly, trying to come to terms with this. ]

Thank you for everything, Crowley. I'm not sure what I'd do without you.

[eyesofaserpent]

You would have managed. I just make it easier.

[Though it's somehow more difficult for the demon now. If only he remembered... If only he could have that...]