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[Ah, he thinks he gets it.]

It's that I'm a demon, isn't it?

[It's easy to pretend that he's just a human who can do clever tricks, when he's shaped like one, but changing like this is a stark reminder of what he actually is, underneath the skin.

If a snake could sigh, he would, but he knows that this isn't going to work if she's terrified.]

Alright.

[He seems to melt back into his human shape, sitting on the floor at the edge of the circle, his wings emerging from between his shoulder blades, fanning out until the tips of them hit the walls.

He tips his head to the side, eyebrows raised in a silent is that better?]

My apologies. Should I tell you that you've been a very good boy, then?

[Bitches in glass houses are throwing stones.

Crowley is bitches.]

It isn't all that hard, I've had a hand in a few.

[Mostly in the generating ideas side, but he's decent enough with technology, he could likely figure it out.]

Eh, swords aren't the worst topic of conversation.

[Aziraphale's more of a soldier than he is, though he's tried to put that behind him. He imagines he could likely hold a conversation about it.]

Y'don't seem that odd. I've met odder, trust me.

[glances @ shadwell]

Sorry.

[ She must sound childish, doesn't she? Ever self-conscious, Gwenhwyfar finally works up the courage to draw a hand from her face when the atmosphere changes and she's seeing glimpses of his wings.

This, on the other hand, isn't as frightening as the idea of Crowley manifesting into something beyond her mind, something so unfathomable as Myrddin had put it.

She shuffles a bit, her gaze down at her bare feet. (no, she can't be bothered to wear shoes, at all!) ]

I just... All I can think of is what my teacher used to say when I was little.

[ And that she's positive he would be furious with her for even doing any of this. ]

It gave me a lot of nightmares as a little girl.

Yes that does make me feel better.

I'm adding it to my to do list as we speak!

I'd say more, but my husband might get jealous

Is this list going to make much sense to you in the morning, beastie?

[Beastie (affectionate). It hasn't occurred to him that Nikolai may not have put two and two together, because he's entirely forgotten he introduced himself as Anthony, not Crowley.]

No, I don't think so either. But most humans and gods disagree.

[ But... ]

You don't eat. What do you do?

[All right...some pieces are slowly thudding into place in his liquor-addled brain. Give him a moment. Beastie...A.J. Crowley...his husband...]

Hold on is this Anthony?

Have I been talking to you this whole time without realizing it?

Had you not realised? I thought we were just not addressing the other gentleman.

[You know, the scary monster that eats people.]

To be fair the A could stand for a great many thigns! You could be Alexei or Anastas for all I know.

I suppose beastie isn't the WORST nickname I've gotten.

Forgot I introduced myself as Anthony, if I'm being honest, most folks call me Crowley

Does it bother you? Can drop it if it does

[While not the most empathetic person in the world, he tries to be good about names, when he knows how important they are.]

I'll call you whatever you like. It's the least I can do after you so graciously let me chomp on you and helped me out nevertheless.

No, I don't mind it. In a way it takes power away from my little friend.

Either is fine, been Crowley for longer than I've been Anthony, but I'd not have picked the names if I didn't like them

That's one way of putting it. You got that sorted out yet, or should I be careful walking home alone at night?

You got to pick your own name?

What do you think about Anton?

I am working on it. I got new sedatives from Gwenhywfaf and Matt has offered to help me practice controlling it.

[In his drunk state, it doesn't occur to him that Crowley might not have any context for who these people are. Also, sorry for butchering your name Gwenhwyfar...]

Sure, wasn't like it's hard to do, just told people what I wanted to be called. Most of them listened.

It's an alright name, but it isn't mine

Gwenhwyfar mentioned she'd had a run in with you. No idea who Matt is, but it's good you're getting it sorted

[Well, he supposes he's technically borrowing his last name, having no claim to the bloodline of kings who came before him... While he's drunk off his ass, he at least has enough sense not to bring up this thorny detail.]

Most people are given a name by their parents and stick with it to the end.

I've been trying to get it sorted for the better part of a year now but I'm nothing if not persistent. Did she mention it? I hope Gwenhywfaf had only lovely things to say about me.

My creator saw fit to take my name when She kicked me out, had a new one given to me, didn't like it much, so I figured out my own

She didn't mention you much, sorry for the blow to your eager, I've been helping her with some of her own business, think she was a bit rattled by the whole thing

[Does it reveal something that she went to Crowley about it? Probably, but he's really not thinking that hard about it.]

[Crowley waves a hand to dismiss the apology; it's slightly frustrating, but taking that out on her isn't going to solve anything.]

Don't worry, you've not bruised my ego too badly, I already knew I wasn't especially pretty.

[The words are said lightly, with a wry grin, trying to diffuse the tension that's sunken into Gwenhwyfar, since that also won't help.]

Are the wings fine?

[She's seen them before without freaking out, so he figures it's probably okay, but it's usually safer to check with these things.]

[ She's about to apologize for apologizing, an old habit nearly coming back to life. It's Crowley's hand that stops her, settling Gwenhwyfar's nerves for now. She knows that her fear and anxiety will just make things worse and takes a moment to settle herself.

She nods softly. And once more affirming before she speaks, finally, now that she's able to catch her breath. ]

They don't bother me.

[He has been curious since their first conversation...and now strikes him as the perfect time to ask...]

If you don't mind me asking...what manner of being are you exactly?

There truly is no polite way to phrase that question, is there.

I'll survive. My ego has a robust constitution! But I feel like I owe her for torubling herself with me. So far she has brushed off my thanks.

I've been asked less politely. I gotta ask a couple questions, first.

How do you believe the universe was made? You've Saints, do you have a God?

That doesn't surprise me all that much. Send her a gift basket full of steak, if you'd like to properly thank her

You see, nobody has produced a satisfying answer to that question. Grisha concern themselves with the making at the heart of the world. Think of it as the forces that hold everything in existence together. But how did these forces come about?

I personally don't have a god. The Fjerdans have Djel and the Kerch have Ghezen. Is your creator your god?

Less philosophically, a basket of steak is an excellent idea.

When you're a bit more sober, remind me to ask what exactly a Grisha is.

But yeah, that'd be roughly on the money. God made angels first, to help Her build the universe, that's what I was, had a hand in all of that business until one of the first angels started a bit of a rebellion and got a bunch of us kicked out. God took our grace and our names and our forms, so we made them anew.

[Not the grace, but the rest of it. He's never framed it exactly this way before, and it almost makes him proud of himself, for having managed it. And for having managed it without losing himself along the way, as so many other demons did.]

The trick will be reminding myself to remind you.

Then you're an esrtwhile angel? You had a hand in building the world?

[He's trying to wrap his liquor-soaked brain around this... Wow. Neat.]

All the Saints and their ugly mothers. For the record this tops meeting actual Saints.

'Fallen' is the preferred terminology for the rest of my lot, always thought that was a bit wanky, honestly. Most people would call me a demon.

It was mostly nebula, that sort of business. Big clouds of gas floating about in space, not too exciting.

[It's very exciting, actually.]

Glad to hear I'm more impressive than Saints

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