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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.
Yes, ma'am
[He has no idea what the Gray Room is, but he's got an hour to figure it out.]
[He has no idea what the Gray Room is, but he's got an hour to figure it out.]
I'll say yes if you promise to drop the Mr.
You have a place in mind?
You have a place in mind?
Edited (phone pls) 2019-10-12 18:26 (UTC)
I wonder: do you think I could summon you into a demon circle?
Why do I get the impression I'm going to find out?
[Following the trying encounter with Nick and once he's had a Statement, Jon pulls out his tablet to contact Crowley.]
Do you know Nick Scratch?
Do you know Nick Scratch?
We're acquainted.
What's he done?
[That could equally be phrased as "what have you done?" but he won't put Jon on the defensive right out of the gate.]
What's he done?
[That could equally be phrased as "what have you done?" but he won't put Jon on the defensive right out of the gate.]
[A small crate of apples arrives at Crowley's door with no return address and a note that's been made by cutting out letters from a newspaper.]
these are not forbidden
nor do they contain teeth
please enjoy
[He's trying to be funny. Some of the humor may be lost on someone who hasn't read Dr. Lionel Elliot's Statement about his anatomy class...]
these are not forbidden
nor do they contain teeth
please enjoy
[He's trying to be funny. Some of the humor may be lost on someone who hasn't read Dr. Lionel Elliot's Statement about his anatomy class...]
Edited 2019-11-14 19:58 (UTC)
Martin won't respond to my texts.
Is he still staying with you?
I've been awake a few days.
Is he all right?
Has another man been by to see him?
Tall, blond, thin.
Is he still staying with you?
I've been awake a few days.
Is he all right?
Has another man been by to see him?
Tall, blond, thin.
[There are a few things in that text, but Crowley really one reads one of them.]
You've been awake for days and you haven't come to check on him?
You've been awake for days and you haven't come to check on him?
[There's really only person this could be about.]
What's he done?
What's he done?
( it's the nineteenth when he gets a knock on his door, lilith holding a small white card box in her hands.
though she's brightened up considerably since she'd woken and cried at him there's a duller energy to her, more as if she's tired than that there's anything really wrong with her )
though she's brightened up considerably since she'd woken and cried at him there's a duller energy to her, more as if she's tired than that there's anything really wrong with her )
[He's not expecting her, but he can sense her power easily enough to know it's her, so he's without glasses and a jacket as he opens the door, about as dressed-down as he gets.]
Hey, you want to come in?
[Probably a yes, so he's already moving out of the way to allow her in.]
Hey, you want to come in?
[Probably a yes, so he's already moving out of the way to allow her in.]
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 — 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 — 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.
[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
[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
[A flat wrapped package arrives at Crowley's door. Inside is a calendar made from Sarissa's drawing on the network, and on the months beneath are little circles on random days with Cullen's cramped handwriting: Inter-dimensional Coffee Day (fancy word, right?), Drink Two Shots of Whiskey Day, Run from a Cat Day, Pet a Dog Day (Blade is available), Stay in Bed until Noon Day, Stay Up Past Midnight Day (Night?), Call a Friend Day, BEACH PARTY DAY (Bet you thought I forgot), Sit in the Sun Day, Kick a Tree Day, Play a Trick Day, and Come Up with your Own Day Day. (Lazy to leave it all up to me.)
The note accompanying the calendar reads, "This is not for Christmas. It's for Satinalia.
Regards,
Cullen"]
The note accompanying the calendar reads, "This is not for Christmas. It's for Satinalia.
Regards,
Cullen"]
[two days before christmas, a small box is delivered to crowley's door. in it are these, along with a note:
𝒜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓃𝓎,
𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 (𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼'𝓂 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓂𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈).
𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.
𝒜𝓃𝓃𝑒]
𝒜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓃𝓎,
𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 (𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼'𝓂 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓂𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈).
𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.
𝒜𝓃𝓃𝑒]
[Crowley's response comes the next day; he could have texted, but it seems appropriate to match her choice of communication, and it gives him a chance to pick out a gift in response.
A cashmere & silk scarf is what ends up being delivered to her door, with a note attached.]
Anne,
Thank you for the gift and the well wishes, regardless of whether I celebrate.
Here's a little something to help keep you warm in the coming months.
Warm regards,
Anthony
A cashmere & silk scarf is what ends up being delivered to her door, with a note attached.]
Anne,
Thank you for the gift and the well wishes, regardless of whether I celebrate.
Here's a little something to help keep you warm in the coming months.
Warm regards,
Anthony
![cashmere & silk scarf is what ends up being delivered to her door, with a note attached.]](https://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/1203991/1203991_in_pp.jpg){kind=link}
[On Themyscira, there is no Christmas. Kronia had been the festival of midwinter, even though it had never snowed on the island. There had been feasting and games, but gift-giving was a new concept to her once she'd started to live among men. Since then, she likes to think she's grown quite apt at it.
But Crowley has her stumped, for a time.
Of course she wants to get him something. She cares for him, strange as it might seem to some, and is ashamed of the way she'd treated him during Tumenalia. Half of his gift comes easy--a bottle of wine akin to what they'd shared in her apartment after Sarissa's departure. But the second part comes harder. How does one shop for a demon?
In the end, she sticks to what she knows. On his doorstep, left by courier, appears an unremarkable insulated box, alongside a package exquisitely wrapped in deep red paper, which holds the wine. The insulated box contains a few potted seedlings, along with a blown-glass spray bottle and other odds-and-ends for tending to greenery. Each pot has a tag, scripted in Diana's own hand, with the plant's name.
With the wine is a note, the script as immaculate as the wrapping on the box:]
Dear Crowley:
These are plants native to this world, ones I'd never heard of in all my travels over my Earth. I can't know that you haven't heard of them as well, but I hope in them you find a spark of interest, a glimmer of novelty for the new year.
I do hope to see them once they bloom.
Fond Wishes,
Diana
But Crowley has her stumped, for a time.
Of course she wants to get him something. She cares for him, strange as it might seem to some, and is ashamed of the way she'd treated him during Tumenalia. Half of his gift comes easy--a bottle of wine akin to what they'd shared in her apartment after Sarissa's departure. But the second part comes harder. How does one shop for a demon?
In the end, she sticks to what she knows. On his doorstep, left by courier, appears an unremarkable insulated box, alongside a package exquisitely wrapped in deep red paper, which holds the wine. The insulated box contains a few potted seedlings, along with a blown-glass spray bottle and other odds-and-ends for tending to greenery. Each pot has a tag, scripted in Diana's own hand, with the plant's name.
With the wine is a note, the script as immaculate as the wrapping on the box:]
Dear Crowley:
These are plants native to this world, ones I'd never heard of in all my travels over my Earth. I can't know that you haven't heard of them as well, but I hope in them you find a spark of interest, a glimmer of novelty for the new year.
I do hope to see them once they bloom.
Fond Wishes,
Diana
[ after the party, once crowley's home and while martin's making tea for them, crowley will find his christmas gifts in his room, wrapped neatly in cute but simple seasonal paper.
first is a pair of plants (obviously only very loosely covered to keep from damaging them), one a bat flower and the other a rex begonia. both have instructions for care, and are in tasteful black stone containers. the next is a slightly crooked, probably hand-knit red blanket obviously meant for cuddling. the last, a slightly scandalous (but pretty) set of soft restraints, also has a note:
merry christmas, crowley! ]
first is a pair of plants (obviously only very loosely covered to keep from damaging them), one a bat flower and the other a rex begonia. both have instructions for care, and are in tasteful black stone containers. the next is a slightly crooked, probably hand-knit red blanket obviously meant for cuddling. the last, a slightly scandalous (but pretty) set of soft restraints, also has a note:
Because I like you in pretty things. ❤
merry christmas, crowley! ]
[The plants are absolutely beautiful, and the blanket is very sweet (and very soft), but it's the cuffs that he has to comment on.
Crowley makes his way to the edge of the loft, leaning on the railing, the cuffs dangling from his fingers.]
Mr. Blackwood, I think you ought to explain yourself.
[There's amusement in his voice, though. It's the best way to cover up anything else he's feeling.]
Crowley makes his way to the edge of the loft, leaning on the railing, the cuffs dangling from his fingers.]
Mr. Blackwood, I think you ought to explain yourself.
[There's amusement in his voice, though. It's the best way to cover up anything else he's feeling.]
[Later that night, after what happened with Agnes, Crowley will receive a message.]
What do I owe you for the assistance?
Both for me and for Agnes.
I'd like to compensate you for the trouble somehow.
What do I owe you for the assistance?
Both for me and for Agnes.
I'd like to compensate you for the trouble somehow.
You don't owe me anything, that isn't how this sort of thing works
[Well that's new.]
I'm tending the plants, nothing that can't wait if you're plying me with whiskey
I'm tending the plants, nothing that can't wait if you're plying me with whiskey
[There's no answer for nearly a fat, until the reply finally comes, as succinct as it is.]
Yes
Yes
Could've used the heads up a few days ago
[He's not actually fussed, but after running into Lucifer and Anderson's warning to Aziraphale, Crowley had gone back through the network and seen Lilith talking to him.]
I kind of like him, actually.
[He's not actually fussed, but after running into Lucifer and Anderson's warning to Aziraphale, Crowley had gone back through the network and seen Lilith talking to him.]
I kind of like him, actually.
[A playlist mysteriously appears amongst the list of them in Crowley's phone without fanfare or notification. Maybe it takes a little while to discover, maybe not, but by the title it's very obvious who's responsible. None of the songs are titled properly, instead labeled with something more oblique, a mood, a message.]
dream
desire
now
deeper
you
for you
dream
desire
now
deeper
you
for you
[As nice as it is to be able to be together whenever they want, both Aziraphale and Crowley are creatures who've spent so much of their lives alone, and it feels necessary, every now and then, to take something of a breather. He's at his flat when he finds the playlist, his heart doing a fond little flutter at the fact it's called a mixtape. Rather than play it over the speakers, he summons his headphones and curls up on the couch — it feels a bit more intimate, this way. As if the music is just for him.
By the end of it, he's grateful that he took the time to listen on his own, giving him the opportunity to collect himself. It's so obvious that Aziraphale made an effort to choose modern songs, things that Crowley might like, and that means just as much as the songs themselves do. Once he's had a chance to relisten to it once more and made sure he's not about to like, cry about it, he sends a quick text to announce his imminent arrival, and teleports himself to the not-actually-a-bookshop.
It doesn't surprise him to find Aziraphale sitting in one of the wingback chairs, book in hand.]
Sorry to interrupt — [He isn't sorry at all, judging both by his tone and by the fact that he nonchalantly plucks the book from Aziraphale (keeping his place, he's not a complete monster) before climbing into his lap. The chair is, miraculously, just wide enough that his knees can brace Aziraphale's thighs.] — but if you don't kiss me in the next thirty seconds, I'm afraid I'll discorporate.
By the end of it, he's grateful that he took the time to listen on his own, giving him the opportunity to collect himself. It's so obvious that Aziraphale made an effort to choose modern songs, things that Crowley might like, and that means just as much as the songs themselves do. Once he's had a chance to relisten to it once more and made sure he's not about to like, cry about it, he sends a quick text to announce his imminent arrival, and teleports himself to the not-actually-a-bookshop.
It doesn't surprise him to find Aziraphale sitting in one of the wingback chairs, book in hand.]
Sorry to interrupt — [He isn't sorry at all, judging both by his tone and by the fact that he nonchalantly plucks the book from Aziraphale (keeping his place, he's not a complete monster) before climbing into his lap. The chair is, miraculously, just wide enough that his knees can brace Aziraphale's thighs.] — but if you don't kiss me in the next thirty seconds, I'm afraid I'll discorporate.
[Crowley very nearly burns his phone to a crisp out of sheer embarrassment, but he knows that destroying it won't actually make this go away.
At least Lucifer is kind enough to have done this by text.]
Right, sorry, I didn't even think...
[It hadn't occurred to him that the things they were doing would be something anyone else could sense, but it makes an unfortunate amount of sense that Lucifer is powerful enough to have picked it up as... what? background noise?
Either way, it's mortifying.]
We'll sort something out
Sorry again
At least Lucifer is kind enough to have done this by text.]
Right, sorry, I didn't even think...
[It hadn't occurred to him that the things they were doing would be something anyone else could sense, but it makes an unfortunate amount of sense that Lucifer is powerful enough to have picked it up as... what? background noise?
Either way, it's mortifying.]
We'll sort something out
Sorry again
[ he's trying not to sound scared and slightly frantic, but he's not sure he's succeeding. ]
Crowley, I'm really sorry for bothering you about this, but-- but.. is there any way for you to locate Jon? I-- I'm probably worrying for nothing, but he left this weird text that he didn't finish and he said he was m-meeting with someone, and now he's not answering my texts or calls or-- God, I know I'm being an idiot about this, just-- if he's hurt, I..
Crowley, I'm really sorry for bothering you about this, but-- but.. is there any way for you to locate Jon? I-- I'm probably worrying for nothing, but he left this weird text that he didn't finish and he said he was m-meeting with someone, and now he's not answering my texts or calls or-- God, I know I'm being an idiot about this, just-- if he's hurt, I..
Martin. Take a breath. [The tone he takes isn't necessarily sharp, but it is firm, meant to cut through the panic he can hear in Martin's voice.] I can find him, where are you?
text; un: eastwatch; a couple of days after the proposal
afraidtofall
2020-03-16 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Are you busy?
Mysterious arrivals throughout the day, starting the morning of 3/17
afraidtofall
2020-03-17 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[First is a delivery, a garment bag containing the suit with a style of hat Crowley will certainly remember well and a pair of suspenders in separate boxes.
Around noon, another untitled song inserts itself on the playlist with a soft notification chime.
And around 7:30 PM comes a text with a map link and a time.]
9:00 PM. Don't be late.
[When he shows up at the restaurant, the host immediately greets him. "Angel is waiting for you. Right this way, sir." He leads him through the moderate crowd toward a table set with roses perfectly at the corner between two large windows, the lights of the city spreading out in both directions below.
Aziraphale is already seated at the table.]
Around noon, another untitled song inserts itself on the playlist with a soft notification chime.
And around 7:30 PM comes a text with a map link and a time.]
9:00 PM. Don't be late.
[When he shows up at the restaurant, the host immediately greets him. "Angel is waiting for you. Right this way, sir." He leads him through the moderate crowd toward a table set with roses perfectly at the corner between two large windows, the lights of the city spreading out in both directions below.
Aziraphale is already seated at the table.]
I haven't been to that whiskey bar in a while. You feel up for a trek?
Feeling nostalgic, are we?
[He knows that's likely not the reason, but he'll take the excuse.]
I can swing by and pick you up in an hour, if you're up for a drive?
[He knows that's likely not the reason, but he'll take the excuse.]
I can swing by and pick you up in an hour, if you're up for a drive?
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