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RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
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[demonicmiracle]

[Maybe in another few decades, he'll actually feel comfortable with the concept of hugging, but he's good enough at faking it.]

Does that mean I've got to stick to this code twice as much as you do?

[Since he's a full blooded demon.

It's a stupid joke.]

D'you want to sleep here the night? Aziraphale won't mind.

[He's not sure if she might be hesitant to be alone, now she's without her powers. Or if she might still be rattled. He's rubbish at all the emotional nonsense, but he can offer a safe place to rest, for whatever comfort it's worth.]

[gwenhwyfar]

[ Jokes, on the other hand, she takes very literally. She steps back to think it over -- the elders who counseled younger half-bloods never mentioned anything about this. Nor did Myrddin.

But she is certain that-- ]

I don't think so, if another one of my kind heard of this, they would condemn me adding a full-blood to the code

[ But they give her a lot of grief anyway. And just as she is about to say she doesn't need much sleep, she does feel tired enough for it.

Odd. ]

Uh. So as long as... it's fine for a Nephilim like me to stay. I won't eat all of your food. Actually, some of those stories are a little flamboyant--

[ She'll stop before she goes off into a nervous tangent. ]

[demonicmiracle]

[Oh, bless...

He's reminded, fondly, of Aziraphale's inability to grasp sarcasm when they first met, and can't help looking a bit soft as Gwenhwyfar explains.]

We'll keep it between us, then.

[He knows she worries about these things, and if one of her friends ever does turn up, he doesn't want to get her into hot water with them.

He's halfway to lifting a hand to gesture for her to stop when she does of her own volition, saving him the trouble.]

Food's just food, there'll be more of whatever you eat. And of course you can stay, I'm not gonna kick you out 'cause of what you are.

[If he can marry an angel, he can deal with a Nephilim, especially when Gwenhwyfar's world is so different from his.]

[gwenhwyfar]

[ As hardened as she is, Gwenhwyfar is still impressionable. She nods quietly, stopping herself from fiddling with the ends of her hair -- a nervous tick that she manifests from time to time. ]

In that case, I don't need anything special. I can lie anywhere and sleep.

[ She would even lie down here and sleep like it's nothing. ]

[demonicmiracle]

We've got a spare bed, it'll be alright. C'mon.

[Operating on the assumption that she won't at all mind extended contact, Crowley puts an arm around her shoulders to guide her back into the kitchen. He can make her something else to eat, and introduce her to the wonders of television, and by the time they're done the room that was used for the ritual will have reverted to its original form as a guest bedroom.

It's hardly the worst way to spend an evening.]

[gwenhwyfar]

[ A pause follows as Gwenhwyfar wonders when the last time she's slept in a bed. Should she be offered one... there is a strong likelihood he'll find her sleeping on the ground by morning.

It's an issue of comfort, something that made her feel secure when the times she was in hiding and felt safe. ]

... Alright.