。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]

[ He makes a little noise, tightening his grip. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pauses. He just can't help pushing things, can he? Reluctantly he pulls away, lest he try worse without intending to.]

[mydear]

[ Aziraphale frowns a little. ]

Everything alright?

[nomoreplants]

I can't help pushing matters, it seems.

[mydear]

It's alright. It's not unpleasant.

[eyesofaserpent]

Maybe, but you aren't ready for it yet.

[mydear]

... You're right.

[ he sighs softly. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He knew he missed Aziraphale terribly but it wasn't until he was in his arms again that he really knew just how much he missed him. He realizes he can't really behave if he continues being so close. He leans back a little further, the separation felt along every inch of his body.]

Are you... Okay?

[mydear]

[ Aziraphale almost reaches out for him, but stops his arms at the last second; Crowley doesn't need this. He needs for Aziraphale to take the time to think about his feelings and give him the truth and honesty, not what the angel thinks he wants. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. ]

I'm alright, Crowley.

[eyesofaserpent]

Come on, Angel. Let's go for a drive. Let me show you around town.