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bookshopped) wrote2019-07-10 09:07 pm
bookshopped) wrote2019-07-10 09:07 pm
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[There's a short silence, before she realises she's supposed to leave a message now.]
O--oh. Hello, it's Jane-- Ah, but I suppose you already know that. Mmh... I paid a visit while you were sleeping. That is, Mr Crowley said you were asleep.
[Fumbling, she sighs.]
I showed him how to make tea for you when you wake up. He's very worried about you, and.. so am I. I do hope you feel better soon. When you do, I'll bring some of those cupcakes from the tea shop for you. [A beat.]
Let me know, won't you?
[click]
O--oh. Hello, it's Jane-- Ah, but I suppose you already know that. Mmh... I paid a visit while you were sleeping. That is, Mr Crowley said you were asleep.
[Fumbling, she sighs.]
I showed him how to make tea for you when you wake up. He's very worried about you, and.. so am I. I do hope you feel better soon. When you do, I'll bring some of those cupcakes from the tea shop for you. [A beat.]
Let me know, won't you?
[click]
Jane. Yes, yes. Crowley did mention. That was very kind of you to check in on us. Thank you.
[The angel sounds like he's doing much better. A bit tired still, worn around the edges, but certainly much better than he had been. Getting rid of that awful crystal has made the world of difference.]
I'm feeling much better, thank you. It seems to have something to do with one of the colored crystals that have been falling about. I'm sorry for the worry.
[The angel sounds like he's doing much better. A bit tired still, worn around the edges, but certainly much better than he had been. Getting rid of that awful crystal has made the world of difference.]
I'm feeling much better, thank you. It seems to have something to do with one of the colored crystals that have been falling about. I'm sorry for the worry.
[Oh, he does sound better! It's a weight off her that she hadn't realised she was carrying, and as soon as she hears his voice she sighs out a sound of relief.]
The crystals? Ah, but I've been around them a good deal and nothing happened to-- to. Oh. Oh, of course. How could I have been so stupid.
[She makes a sound of exasperation at herself.] I should have asked if you'd picked up anything that looked different! He only mentioned the one kind. I'm so glad you're alright.
The crystals? Ah, but I've been around them a good deal and nothing happened to-- to. Oh. Oh, of course. How could I have been so stupid.
[She makes a sound of exasperation at herself.] I should have asked if you'd picked up anything that looked different! He only mentioned the one kind. I'm so glad you're alright.
It was my own fault. The green ones hadn't seemed to have any effect on anything, and I'd slipped it into my pocket and forgot all about it.
[Not his finest hour, but in his defense he'd been very intent on saving the plants and the garden center.]
Thank you. I'm rather glad too. Being cut off from so much of myself was... unpleasant.
[He missed his wings. And his powers.]
[Not his finest hour, but in his defense he'd been very intent on saving the plants and the garden center.]
Thank you. I'm rather glad too. Being cut off from so much of myself was... unpleasant.
[He missed his wings. And his powers.]
Hey, Aziraphale. Hope you and Crowley are having a nice holiday in Paris.
Jane's really nice. She's been teaching me some stuff about drawing. Did you know she's really good at it? Dog likes her, too. Even if she does make me go to bed at 9.
There was something weird happening today. Something messing with the phone. We're investigating.
See you when you get back.
- Adam
PS.:Do they have an Eiffel tower there too?
Jane's really nice. She's been teaching me some stuff about drawing. Did you know she's really good at it? Dog likes her, too. Even if she does make me go to bed at 9.
There was something weird happening today. Something messing with the phone. We're investigating.
See you when you get back.
- Adam
PS.:Do they have an Eiffel tower there too?
Adam!
It's good to hear from you. We're having a lovely holiday, yes, but we are beginning to miss everyone. We should be back before too much longer.
Goodness though. Nine. How strict. But Jane is very sweet, so I'm sure she's onto something.
Trouble with the phones? I do hope nothing too bothersome? Normally I'd implicate Crowley, but he has a fairly solid alibi this time.
Sincerely,
Aziraphale
P.S. - There is! This Paris is very much like the one in our world, actually. I'll be sure to bring back souvenirs!
It's good to hear from you. We're having a lovely holiday, yes, but we are beginning to miss everyone. We should be back before too much longer.
Goodness though. Nine. How strict. But Jane is very sweet, so I'm sure she's onto something.
Trouble with the phones? I do hope nothing too bothersome? Normally I'd implicate Crowley, but he has a fairly solid alibi this time.
Sincerely,
Aziraphale
P.S. - There is! This Paris is very much like the one in our world, actually. I'll be sure to bring back souvenirs!
I can't possibly imagine.
[Sigh. But at least he's alright, which means... Crowley will be alright. And that's good, too. Jane can stop worrying about the both of them.]
What did you do with it? The green one.
[Sigh. But at least he's alright, which means... Crowley will be alright. And that's good, too. Jane can stop worrying about the both of them.]
What did you do with it? The green one.
I'd certainly rather not repeat it. But all's well for now.
[But oh that question. He considers, trying to remember.]
Oh! Yes. Well... Crowley threw it out the window, I think.
[But oh that question. He considers, trying to remember.]
Oh! Yes. Well... Crowley threw it out the window, I think.
Out of the--
[Oh, for heaven's sake, Crowley... Yet, somehow, she's entirely unsurprised. Her lips purse for a moment.]
Ah. [She says.] Well, I'm so glad it was disposed of carefully.
[Oh, for heaven's sake, Crowley... Yet, somehow, she's entirely unsurprised. Her lips purse for a moment.]
Ah. [She says.] Well, I'm so glad it was disposed of carefully.
...in retrospect it may have been more prudent to have found a more appropriate place forit.
[Oops. But at the time he was feeling like death and Crowley was concerned. Oh well.]
[Oops. But at the time he was feeling like death and Crowley was concerned. Oh well.]
[She grimaces slightly, the tone of her voice taking on the air of 'yes perhaps that would have been better'.]
Well. I suppose it's done, now. As long as you're doing better. And I did mean what I said about the cakes.
Well. I suppose it's done, now. As long as you're doing better. And I did mean what I said about the cakes.
You're very sweet, my dear. Thank you. For the concern and the offer of cakes. I'd be a fool to turn down either.
[He smiles. Jane is a lovely young woman. And he's not all that used to people being concerned for him. He hates to have worried, but it's nice in its way to know people care.]
[He smiles. Jane is a lovely young woman. And he's not all that used to people being concerned for him. He hates to have worried, but it's nice in its way to know people care.]
[ Oh look who’s home today with a bunch of roses in his hand looking a little uncertain of himself? That’s right, it’s ya demon. ]
Angel? I’m home...
Angel? I’m home...
[Aziraphale -- who is, at the moment he hears the door, fussing around with a kettle and teapot and a basket of loose leaf oolong tea that has already steeped far too long -- looks up at the sound of Crowley's voice and immediately a smile is blossoming across his features as he sets about pouring his tea from pot to cup, calling back over his shoulder.]
Welcome home, dearest. In the kitchen!
Welcome home, dearest. In the kitchen!
[ Crowley pokes his head around the corner, a faint smile tugging at his lips, roses hidden behind his back. ]
Hi.
[ With a bit of a flourish, he offers the roses up to the angel. Does he even like roses? Crowley isn't sure, he's just trying something new today. ]
Got these for you.
Hi.
[ With a bit of a flourish, he offers the roses up to the angel. Does he even like roses? Crowley isn't sure, he's just trying something new today. ]
Got these for you.
Would you like a cup of tea? It's jasmine scented--
[He's turning around to face Crowley fully and stops talking when, well, when there are abruptly roses and as per usual, the angel has no concept of a poker face. His eyes widen and he smiles the sort of smile that full on radiates how pleased he is. He's also fighting a blush and losing. The blush defeats him soundly and takes up long-term residence in his cheeks as he reaches out for the bouquet.]
Oh. They're beautiful. [They're beautiful and they smell wonderful, and roses are very traditional and very romantic, and Aziraphale loves both those qualities in things.] Thank you.
[He's turning around to face Crowley fully and stops talking when, well, when there are abruptly roses and as per usual, the angel has no concept of a poker face. His eyes widen and he smiles the sort of smile that full on radiates how pleased he is. He's also fighting a blush and losing. The blush defeats him soundly and takes up long-term residence in his cheeks as he reaches out for the bouquet.]
Oh. They're beautiful. [They're beautiful and they smell wonderful, and roses are very traditional and very romantic, and Aziraphale loves both those qualities in things.] Thank you.
You're welcome. [ He nearly preens under that smile, basks in it, his own expression soft despite the sharp angles of his face. ]
Thought I'd try something different, from the pastries. Don't worry, I'll get you pastries tomorrow.
Thought I'd try something different, from the pastries. Don't worry, I'll get you pastries tomorrow.
[This demon. Aziraphale really doesn't know what to do with him. Still cradling the flowers carefully, he leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, soft and sweet.]
You do realize you don't have to bring me anything. I'm already helplessly smitten.
You do realize you don't have to bring me anything. I'm already helplessly smitten.
Well, yeah. I do what I want to do, these days. And what I want to do is give you things.
[ He's always enjoyed giving Aziraphale things. Never could do it as often as he wanted to, so now he's doing it... well. Nearly every day. ]
No one can stop me.
[ He's always enjoyed giving Aziraphale things. Never could do it as often as he wanted to, so now he's doing it... well. Nearly every day. ]
No one can stop me.
You incorrigible fiend.
[Aziraphale sighs as if this is such a terrible turn of events. Clearly woe is him, spoiled by the demon he loves. For now he goes to retrieve a vase. Did they have a vase before this moment? Difficult to say. But now they do. A pleasantly simply, sturdy crystal that he sets the roses into and fills with water.
There's every chance that these particular roses will never, ever wilt anyway, since they're the first flowers Crowley has given him, which makes them terribly special.]
[Aziraphale sighs as if this is such a terrible turn of events. Clearly woe is him, spoiled by the demon he loves. For now he goes to retrieve a vase. Did they have a vase before this moment? Difficult to say. But now they do. A pleasantly simply, sturdy crystal that he sets the roses into and fills with water.
There's every chance that these particular roses will never, ever wilt anyway, since they're the first flowers Crowley has given him, which makes them terribly special.]
[ Crowley assumes they will never wilt, just because - why would they? They've got water and the angel's love. He leans against a counter, crossing his arms casually over his chest. ]
It's your fault I'm like this.
It's your fault I'm like this.
My fault? Impossible. I'm a consummate innocent in all of this. Clearly.
[How dare, Crowley. How dare. He glances at his cup of tea, steaming away, considers it for a moment and then decides against it, opting instead for something warmer and moving to tuck himself in beside his demon.]
[How dare, Crowley. How dare. He glances at his cup of tea, steaming away, considers it for a moment and then decides against it, opting instead for something warmer and moving to tuck himself in beside his demon.]
You've never been innocent. 's one of the things I like about you.
[ He smiles, soft and sweet, shifting to wrap an arm around the angel. ]
Guess who I ran into on the way home today. Purple eyes, questioning his whole existence.
[ He smiles, soft and sweet, shifting to wrap an arm around the angel. ]
Guess who I ran into on the way home today. Purple eyes, questioning his whole existence.
Well. Difficult to argue in that case.
[So he won't. Instead he glances over at Crowley sighing with a shake of his head.] Good lord. Gabriel. He's... struggling, isn't he?
[It's the kindest term he can manage. Slightly kinder than a total wreck or having a slow motion breakdown.]
...he hasn't threatened you at all, has he? [Because Aziraphale made it very clear how very much that would not fly.]
[So he won't. Instead he glances over at Crowley sighing with a shake of his head.] Good lord. Gabriel. He's... struggling, isn't he?
[It's the kindest term he can manage. Slightly kinder than a total wreck or having a slow motion breakdown.]
...he hasn't threatened you at all, has he? [Because Aziraphale made it very clear how very much that would not fly.]
No, he hasn't.
[ He turns his head to press a kiss to Aziraphale's temple. ]
He's made it very clear that he has an agreement with you, and he's going to hold to it. Going through all the psychological fallout of Falling, without actually having Fallen.
[ He turns his head to press a kiss to Aziraphale's temple. ]
He's made it very clear that he has an agreement with you, and he's going to hold to it. Going through all the psychological fallout of Falling, without actually having Fallen.
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