。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]

[ Well, that's certainly a shock. He freezes for a moment, trying to register what Crowley has just told him. ]

We, you and I...

[ He coughs. ]

I see.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah, er... It... We might have been influenced by Mayfield, but it was more like... We should have done it years ago.

[mydear]

We... Should have?

[ This is all rather too much. He shifts, unsure -- of course he adores Crowley as much as he can adore someone, given his status and nature, but he's completely unsure about how to take this. He leans back, considering; he's never even considered the concept of love and affection and sexuality relating to himself and, despite his new open mentality, it's still rather difficult. ]

Do you feel that way for me? Did you -- without Mayfield?

[eyesofaserpent]

I, er... Yeah... I just didn't want to admit it.

[mydear]

[ He sits up a little, understanding the seriousness of the sitution. ]

I never even realised - though I admit to being rather... Oblivious.

[eyesofaserpent]

It would have been difficult for me to express it if I hadn't come here. It still is.

[mydear]

[ He licks his lips, suddenly at a loss for words. ]

Yes, I see...

[eyesofaserpent]

I know it's a lot to put on when you have all of this to deal with...

[He gestures vaguely toward the kitchen and the window.]

[mydear]

No, no, it's alright, I've always been rather good at, ah, dealing, when I've had to.

[ He smiles softly. ]

I'd just never considered the notion.

[eyesofaserpent]

Of course you didn't. I didn't really think about it before, but on some level I was aware of it.

[mydear]

[ He nods, licking his lips a little. ]

Yes, I imagine that you - it would be something to be aware of.

[ Now he feels guilty for not being entirely sure of his own feelings. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He nibbles at the black pudding.]

Angel, your breakfast is getting cold.

[mydear]

Oh!

[ He leans forward, starting to actually focus on eating while his mind tries to process everything. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He eats quietly. He doesn't need to tell him that he had avoided Aziraphale for two weeks after they had gotten intimate that first time, does he?]

[mydear]

[ When he's half-done, Aziraphale looks up nervously, almost shy. ]

I'm not entirely sure about my own feelings, Crowley. But I'd like you to know... [ He breathes out slowly. ] It's not... Certain for you to be alone in them. At least, with this version of myself.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He reaches over and gives his cheek a gentle caress.]

Don't force it for my sake, Angel.

[mydear]

[ He can't help leaning into the touch, enjoying it immensely. ]

I would never do such a thing. Not when it is as important as this.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He almost pulls him in for a kiss. Instead he brushes his thumb over his cheek gently.]

Good. I don't want you to just be pitying me.

[mydear]

[ His eyes slip closed and he breathes out quietly. ]

I could never pity you, Crowley.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Tempting. You're tempting him, Angel. He doesn't actually realize he's moving closer.]

You better not.

[mydear]

I don't think I have it in me.

[ He's still keeping his eyes closed, enjoying the peace. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pulls the angel's face slightly closer, closes the distance, and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.]

[mydear]

[ Aziraphale's eyes flicker and he doesn't really respond; he's not entirely sure if he should. He enjoys it, though, lifting his hand to hover near Crowley's cheek. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He ducks his head against Aziraphale's shoulder when he breaks the kiss.]

Sssorry.

[mydear]

[ His hand moves quickly to rest on the back of Crowley's head gently, trying to soothe him as best he could. ]

Hush, it's quite alright, my dear. I... I rather enjoyed it.