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Date: 2004-11-02 07:26 pm (UTC)You don't say.
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Date: 2004-11-02 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 08:36 pm (UTC)Mahvellous.
What can I do you for?
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Date: 2004-11-02 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 09:19 pm (UTC)Crowley’s eyes were suddenly all he could see, and somehow he didn’t think it was down to the alcohol. He nodded, dry mouthed, as the demon leaned closer- Crowley didn’t even have to say anything any more, and he was almost certain he should be more concerned about that.
They didn’t make it back to the shop. They rarely did. It was all he could do to ensure there were no watchers.
The day after, Crowley trailed his hand along a rough brick wall, and licked his lips.
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*looks shifty*
Um. Implied smut?
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Date: 2004-11-02 09:20 pm (UTC)Yes. Thank you.
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Date: 2004-11-02 09:22 pm (UTC)*facepalms*
You know what I mean. *g*
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Date: 2004-11-02 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 07:27 pm (UTC)Soon as the computer room empties a tad, I'll download me some Y!M.
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Date: 2004-11-02 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 08:04 pm (UTC)Oh! I want bony!Crowley. :D
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Date: 2004-11-02 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 08:09 pm (UTC)You know... skinny. Angular. Sharp. Knobbly elbows and hipbones that poke a bedfellow during the night.
In which Crowley gets the joke
Date: 2004-11-02 08:56 pm (UTC)“’tis the season, after all.”
The angel glared at him. “That would be Christmas, my dear.”
Crowley grinned. “Maybe where you’re from.”
The light faded, and the demon still showed no inclination to leave. Instead, he watched the setting sun with something like anxiety on his face as Aziraphael lit the pumpkins. As the last rays faded, he turned to Aziraphael, eyes panicked.
“What is it?”
Even as he spoke, moonlight fell on the demon. Flesh faded, clothes and flesh hanging ragged on his bones.
Aziraphael squeaked.
Crowley looked at his fingers, speculatively.
“Interesting. Veeeeeery interesting.”
Aziraphael, after throwing a bowl of chocolate at him, decreed that in future they’d watch far more civilised fare. A beautiful mind, perhaps.
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Based on Josie's drabble (http://www.livejournal.com/users/copinggoggles/183178.html?thread=690826#t690826). Sorry. I couldn't resist.
Re: In which Crowley gets the joke
Date: 2004-11-02 08:59 pm (UTC)I love you.
Re: In which Crowley gets the joke
Date: 2004-11-02 09:20 pm (UTC)And I will do a proper one a bit later. I need to buy vodka in a sec...
Re: In which Crowley gets the joke
Date: 2004-11-02 09:35 pm (UTC)Caving with distressing speed, the angel reached out for the bowl. After a minute or two of rummaging, however, a frown creased his brow, and he poked his head back into the small living-room.
'Crowley?' The demon's head appeared, resting on one of the arms of the sofa. Aziraphale rather hoped that his feet weren't on the cushions. 'Crowley, did you eat all the strawberry creams?'
'Yep.'
'...Yep?'
'Yep.' Crowley grinned unrepentantly, his hand coming into view. One of the elusive strawberry creams was being held between two long fingers, and the demon bit into it, cracking one side open. Aziraphale watched, mouth forming a small 'o' as Crowley's tongue - oh dear - as Crowley's forked tongue darted out to lick the sweet filling from inside.
The angel was distracted from decidedly unangelic thoughts by the sound of Crowley's voice. He hadn't heard what the demon had said, but when he looked up, Crowley had stretched out his arm, fingers offering him a strawberry cream, already unwrapped. As Aziraphale moved to take it, his hand brushed the demon's. He wasn't quite sure what he was agreeing to, but he said it anyway.
'Yes.'
Crowley grinned.
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Date: 2004-11-02 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 07:44 pm (UTC)I am so flattered by that. :D
Girl!Crowley, Boy!Aziraphael
Date: 2004-11-02 07:50 pm (UTC)Aziraphael blushed and closed his mouth, promptly opening it again.
“Tempting?”
Crowley smiled slowly and raised an eyebrow. “You think so?”
He sputtered. “You know that wasn’t what… I meant were you… oh bugger it.”
Crowley laughed, low in her throat. She snaked her way across the shop, and it was interesting how much redder the angel appeared at her approach. She stood too close to him as he attempted to avoid eye contact with her cleavage. “Not in this form, angel.”
Aziraphael was still trying to scrub off the red lipstick as she left.
Re: Girl!Crowley, Boy!Aziraphael
Date: 2004-11-02 08:10 pm (UTC)*fans self*
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Date: 2004-11-02 07:47 pm (UTC)I often put hottish tea in my pull-top liter water bottle, which is clear. When people ask me what on earth I'm drinking, I say bourbon (whiskey). So far no one has panicked about this despite the fact that I'm in the library because I WORK HERE.
:D
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Date: 2004-11-02 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-02 07:59 pm (UTC)*g*
I apologize for how dark this is. "Murder Mysteries" is screwing with my head again.
Date: 2004-11-02 09:35 pm (UTC)He doesn't have nightmares. Perhaps, by human standards, some of his dreams are, but on the whole, Crowley doesn't have nightmares, and he prefers it that way. Sleep is as close to perfection as most things get. He doesn't have time for nightmares.
The first time, he thought he was dying.
Crowley has seen humans die in more ways than he can count, and perhaps, on some occasions, he's been the cause. Indirectly, nearly always indirectly. The art of killing is human. They've perfected it. Crowley knows that he can't compete, so, instead, he watches. He has never admitted to anyone that stabbings are hardest.
The second time, Aziraphale was holding him.
Sometimes, that makes the pain worse. It's inexplicable, that the closest thing in Crowley's existence to absolute security is often unbearable. Beneath wings and kisses, he soon forgets, and if Aziraphale felt it, he would prefer that the angel forget, too.
When it happens, far below them, the Darkness weeps, then smiles.
Re: I apologize for how dark this is. "Murder Mysteries" is screwing with my head again.
Date: 2004-11-02 09:44 pm (UTC)That's not at all what I was expecting. Wow.
It's lovely.
Thanks.
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Date: 2004-11-02 09:45 pm (UTC)And thank you.