。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

[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...]

[mydear]

I'm not sure I would have. Your company has always been rather invaluable.

[ He has no idea what Crowley is thinking, of course. He just smiles softly. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

Angel, I managed by myself for seven months before you showed up. You would have as well. You'd have to.

[mydear]

[ He huffs, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. ]

I'm not sure I'd manage it as well as you seem to.

[eyesofaserpent]

Come off it, Angel. You're adaptable, intelligent. You could have handled this place.

[mydear]

Perhaps.

[ He shakes his head, trying to move on from the conversation and his own faults. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He glances over, a hint of yellow flashing above the tops of his shades. He knows Aziraphale well enough to take the hint.]

Well, lucky you. You don't have to deal with that. Though you might have to deal with me being a drone from time to time.

[mydear]

I... I'll handle it.

[ He's not sure he could handle a Crowley acting as though he's from the colonies, of all places, but he would try. The demon had done it for him. ]

I'm adaptable, remember?

[eyesofaserpent]

The accent's a little weird. Just... Feel free to just check on me briefly and then go about your day if I am one. It'll only be temporary.

[mydear]

Until it isn't.

[ Two months. He's not sure he could last so long with a strange, Americanised version of his friend. ]

But we'll deal with that if the time comes. For now, I think my body is asking for food. It's a strange feeling.

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm almost done, Angel. I can't tell you how bloody difficult it was to get a decent breakfast until I started being able to change things into other things again.

[mydear]

I don't even want to imagine it. I'm not sure I even know how to cook properly.

[eyesofaserpent]

If your "wife" is still a drone, she'll probably do the cooking.

[mydear]

[ Oh, he's thrilled at the prospect of a wife. Look at him. ]

I had quite forgotten about that.

[eyesofaserpent]

Sorry, Angel. You can stay here for two nights if you want, but then you have to go back and sleep under your own roof. You'll be droned otherwise.

[mydear]

No, no, it's quite alright. I've no need for a baby-sitter.

[ He sighs, wrinkling his nose. ]

I don't suppose it'd be acceptable for me to sleep on the sofa for my entire stay?