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demonicmiracle) wrote2019-09-22 04:47 pm
demonicmiracle) wrote2019-09-22 04:47 pm
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Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.
Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.
You know, I almost miss the paperwork.
[He gives this fact away like it's as surprising to him as it might be to her. Maybe it's more the routine of it, the stability. He's glad to be rid of Hell, but it's left a hole in his life that he's still figuring out how to fill.]
Have you already found a spot, or are we calling in the realtor again?
[He gives this fact away like it's as surprising to him as it might be to her. Maybe it's more the routine of it, the stability. He's glad to be rid of Hell, but it's left a hole in his life that he's still figuring out how to fill.]
Have you already found a spot, or are we calling in the realtor again?
Seems you'd want a shop not out of the way, if you're after customers.
[Not that he's ever run a business like that, but he has spent years frequenting Aziraphale's shop.
Aziraphale's shop that actively discourages customers, so β still maybe not the best experience or insight here.]
[Not that he's ever run a business like that, but he has spent years frequenting Aziraphale's shop.
Aziraphale's shop that actively discourages customers, so β still maybe not the best experience or insight here.]
[Of course it's not as simple as that, this is Lilith.]
What's the rest of it?
What's the rest of it?
So not exactly above board, I take it?
[Not that he has a problem with that, but it's something to consider since he's the one who'll be held responsible if Lilith gets caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.]
[Not that he has a problem with that, but it's something to consider since he's the one who'll be held responsible if Lilith gets caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.]
video; un: father anderson; forward-dated to the 25th
saintguillotine
2019-12-19 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite everything he'd done this year, Anderson finds the gifts he'd asked for in his stocking when he returns from Christmas celebrations at the orphanage. It's simply a few photographs of Yumie, Heinkel and Maxwell through various stages of their lives, some from a Polaroid and some digital. Among them he finds other, unfamiliar scenes featuring a white-clad man and one dressed in black- the latter of which he's quick to identify as Crowley, and he has to laugh a little at the pantaloons. Definitely a far cry from his current choice of outfit.
Courtesy of the D/S profile, it doesn't take him long to find Crowley's number, and he sends him a message while seated at his kitchen counter in a Christmas sweater one of his co-workers had gifted him. After the way they'd parted, it's a little awkward to contact him, but without an address, he hasn't much choice. He's certainly not going to keep the photos.]
I've received something of yours, I think. Unless the powers behind this event are playing a prank.
[He turns the camera on the photos, which he's neatly arranged into a square.]
Either way, I expect you'll want these.
[Even if it does look like a stalker took them. He wants to ask why, and he wants to ask who exactly the white-clad man is (the angel in his court, perhaps?), but he restrains himself.]
Courtesy of the D/S profile, it doesn't take him long to find Crowley's number, and he sends him a message while seated at his kitchen counter in a Christmas sweater one of his co-workers had gifted him. After the way they'd parted, it's a little awkward to contact him, but without an address, he hasn't much choice. He's certainly not going to keep the photos.]
I've received something of yours, I think. Unless the powers behind this event are playing a prank.
[He turns the camera on the photos, which he's neatly arranged into a square.]
Either way, I expect you'll want these.
[Even if it does look like a stalker took them. He wants to ask why, and he wants to ask who exactly the white-clad man is (the angel in his court, perhaps?), but he restrains himself.]
[Despite himself, despite knowing that username, he picks up the call. He's certain he made his stance on everything that Anderson had to say fairly clear, so if the man is contacting him, there has to be a reason. Even if it was just to deliver some kind of threat, Crowley would rather know than not know. So he answers, clad in black as always, sunglasses firmly in place. He's out on the terrace, tending the garden there, so there's not much visible except the city skyline behind him.
He isn't expecting to see Anderson in a Christmas sweater, and he definitely isn't expecting to see photos of himself and Aziraphale. His breath catches, adrenaline spiking, like the feeling of stepping out of the way of an oncoming vehicle at the last second. There's no danger now, but this is a sudden reminder of how much danger there was, how close they came to being caught, long before they had the power to do anything about it. His heart is in his throat, but he fights it down, pushes past it to find his voice.]
Yes. I β yes. Please. [He doesn't have it in him to be sharp or clever or any of the other things he should be. Even with the fear they inspire, it's still Aziraphale.] I'll come get them, if you don't mind.
He isn't expecting to see Anderson in a Christmas sweater, and he definitely isn't expecting to see photos of himself and Aziraphale. His breath catches, adrenaline spiking, like the feeling of stepping out of the way of an oncoming vehicle at the last second. There's no danger now, but this is a sudden reminder of how much danger there was, how close they came to being caught, long before they had the power to do anything about it. His heart is in his throat, but he fights it down, pushes past it to find his voice.]
Yes. I β yes. Please. [He doesn't have it in him to be sharp or clever or any of the other things he should be. Even with the fear they inspire, it's still Aziraphale.] I'll come get them, if you don't mind.
[That's a curious reaction. Much less composed than he'd anticipated, and he suspects it isn't because Crowley is intimated by him. He certainly wasn't last they spoke.
He sweeps the photos into a hand, reaching for a nearby stack of envelopes.]
You don't need to trouble yourself. I can be wherever you are in seconds, and out just as quickly.
[He one-handedly slips the photos into the envelope, taking care not to damage them, and folds the lip beneath the body to keep it shut.]
Location?
He sweeps the photos into a hand, reaching for a nearby stack of envelopes.]
You don't need to trouble yourself. I can be wherever you are in seconds, and out just as quickly.
[He one-handedly slips the photos into the envelope, taking care not to damage them, and folds the lip beneath the body to keep it shut.]
Location?
[Any other time and that might be an interesting fact to learn, but Crowley is distracted by the dilemma it presents. He doesn't really want a priest to know where he lives, especially not one that actually has experience with demons, but he also doesn't want to do anything that might risk Anderson rescinding the offer to hand over the photos.
He decides on the best compromise he can come up with in the span of five seconds.]
Here, I'll send you the address. Can meet you down in the lobby in a second.
[He hangs up without preamble, so he can text the address of his apartment building (without the actual apartment number) and move himself down there in the same moment. It's not as private as he'd like, but it's quiet enough.]
He decides on the best compromise he can come up with in the span of five seconds.]
Here, I'll send you the address. Can meet you down in the lobby in a second.
[He hangs up without preamble, so he can text the address of his apartment building (without the actual apartment number) and move himself down there in the same moment. It's not as private as he'd like, but it's quiet enough.]
[In what is perhaps the strangest form of travel ever conceived, Anderson appears in the lobby in a flutter of scripture (which prompts some screaming from nearby occupants). It drifts down about him, glowing a faint gold, because Christian symbolism and all that, and begins to disintegrate as he steps toward Crowley.]
Demon- [No, wait.] Crowley. You've chosen a nice building for yourself.
Oh, Merry Christmas, ma'am. [He waves to a nearby, staring woman, who quickly scuttles away. That's a fair enough reaction; he is a broad-shouldered, six foot six man who very abruptly and conspicuously appeared in her lobby.]
Demon- [No, wait.] Crowley. You've chosen a nice building for yourself.
Oh, Merry Christmas, ma'am. [He waves to a nearby, staring woman, who quickly scuttles away. That's a fair enough reaction; he is a broad-shouldered, six foot six man who very abruptly and conspicuously appeared in her lobby.]
[As rattled as he is, Crowley still has more than enough presence of mind to be absolutely annoyed by how ostentatious that whole process is. He rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything; as tempting as it is to pick a fight, now isn't the time.]
Thanks. [Half for the fact Anderson used his name, half for the comment about the building.] I'd hate to keep you from whatever it is you're busy with today, can I β ?
[Honestly, it's a small miracle he hasn't just tried to snatch the photos from Anderson, but he's got a few manners left.]
Thanks. [Half for the fact Anderson used his name, half for the comment about the building.] I'd hate to keep you from whatever it is you're busy with today, can I β ?
[Honestly, it's a small miracle he hasn't just tried to snatch the photos from Anderson, but he's got a few manners left.]
[He draws the envelope from his coat sleeve (he was certainly not coming here without an extra layer) and extends it to Crowley.]
Here you are. They could have made a better effort on your photos, frankly. It looks like someone took them while hunched behind some bushes.
[A pause, and then he adds:]
The white one is your angel, I gather. Unless that's a demon bravely breaking fashion conventions.
Here you are. They could have made a better effort on your photos, frankly. It looks like someone took them while hunched behind some bushes.
[A pause, and then he adds:]
The white one is your angel, I gather. Unless that's a demon bravely breaking fashion conventions.
[Jon hasn't had friends in the multiple to buy gifts for... ever. So, it's something of a novelty to be delivering them for Christmas. Because he knows Martin is going to make a to-do about presents and things on his birthday, even though Jon doesn't particularly want it, he gets gifts out a bit early. Also, he's worried about keeping anything in the house with that terrifying elf leering.
There's a small box with a ring inside for him and a small note that's actually typed and printed.]
This is a gift, not a threat.
-Archivist
There's a small box with a ring inside for him and a small note that's actually typed and printed.]
This is a gift, not a threat.
-Archivist
[There's a line between reverence and wariness as he takes the envelope, only daring to open it a fraction, just to check that the photos are actually there. He'll look at them properly, lately, drag up whatever memory is associated with each meeting.]
Heaven wouldn't have much reason to be watching if it weren't an angel.
[It's a response to both. Yes, that's his angel, and the reason they look like something a stalker would take is because they sort of are. Heaven really was always watching, though he has to assume it was passive recording, or surely someone would have reprimanded Aziraphale long before Armageddon.]
Heaven wouldn't have much reason to be watching if it weren't an angel.
[It's a response to both. Yes, that's his angel, and the reason they look like something a stalker would take is because they sort of are. Heaven really was always watching, though he has to assume it was passive recording, or surely someone would have reprimanded Aziraphale long before Armageddon.]
[Things he could do: find a way to respond to this gift sincerely, because it is actually pretty nice.
Things he will do: give Jon a hard time.]
If you're trying to propose, I think it's usually traditionally done in person
Things he will do: give Jon a hard time.]
If you're trying to propose, I think it's usually traditionally done in person
[And this is why he doesn't leave notes for people to identify himself. Ugh!]
If I were proposing, I believe the tradition would also include a diamond.
If I were proposing, I believe the tradition would also include a diamond.
Nah, diamonds have really only been common since the nineteenth century, most people couldn't afford diamonds before that
It's 2018 for me.
That makes it a tradition from my perspective.
I'm saving up for Martin.
You'll have to wait your turn.
That makes it a tradition from my perspective.
I'm saving up for Martin.
You'll have to wait your turn.
Could just marry the both of us, it'd be very modern of you
Or I suppose it'd be more me marrying the both of you, wouldn't it?
Or I suppose it'd be more me marrying the both of you, wouldn't it?
I'm fairly certain that's illegal here with two Doms.
That's why it was a joke, as delighted as I'm sure Martin would be if it wasn't
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