Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2
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I'm trying to make it not suck *too* much. I don't want them actually fighting.
Date: 2020-03-26 04:39 pm (UTC)But Aziraphale is looking at him, his eyes uncertain and guileless and not quite hurt (not yet, shit, shit, he really shouldn't have gotten into this), and the thing is that Crowley is a terrible liar unless he's planned ahead. Which he didn't. He fell into his trap all on his own, dug the ground and laid the spikes and then stepped into it anyway.
Crowley sighs heavily and runs a hand back through his hair, which makes it spike and stand on end a bit. "What I said," he says, glancing quickly at Aziraphale. His eyes are bright yellow, hesitant and guarded. "Wondered if you and he ever..."
The question trails off, and he waves a hand frustratedly in the air. "Don't make me say it, angel, I know it's none of my business, and even if the pair of you did there wouldn't have been anything wrong with it, just, I wondered and then I couldn't stop wondering and I keep wondering and if you're going to dump the bottle of wine over my head and tell me I'm a pillock, which I am, just, just go ahead and get it over with, yeah?"
Don't think they're going to necessarily argue but still awkward
Date: 2020-03-26 07:34 pm (UTC)Aziraphale doesn't say a word as Crowley rambles on and fidgets and scrambles his way to the metaphorical exit, just sitting there with his glass in both hands. He doesn't look angry or irritated. Doesn't look offended or hurt. What he does look is mostly surprised, uncertain, as mentioned, and entirely more sober than he was a few minutes ago. Quite literally, on that last one.
He can't help but to go through parts of their evening where he might have missed the signs something was bothering the demon. A couple stand out, but he isn't about to ask him if this or that was about this...subject. Did he just not pay enough attention to how Crowley was feeling? Should he have?
"...hum." He shakes off those thoughts for a moment, or tries to, lest he fall too far down into his doubting mind. Composes himself, keeps the glass in his hands still. "Why-- why do you want to know that?"
It could have gone that way if I weren't keeping Crowley from being a prick though. ;)
Date: 2020-03-31 11:59 pm (UTC)He stops, and this time he flings himself to his feet, paces a few steps. "Never met the man, you know that, but he sounds like--like some impossible combination of both of us, all witty and bookish and wicked and tempting, and I know he must've adored you, and I was asleep, and I--"
He stops in his track, eyes widening as the rest of the sentence drops from his mouth. "--wasn't there--"
Oh.
That's it, is it. That's why.
Oh.
...shit.
in some alternate timeline
Date: 2020-04-01 12:22 am (UTC)Crowley reaches his conclusion, and the angel hasn't moved from his seat yet, still protectively holding his glass of wine, slightly frozen in his spot.
He does try to say something, in those heavy seconds of silence after the demon's realization. He does also realize that he may regret having sobered up, but it's not like he would know how to deal with this any better if he was drunk.
( Why did they go to one of Oscar's plays? What was the point of it? At one point in the evening did things turn and he completely failed to notice?)
The angel eventually breaks the silence, which feels far longer than it lasts, by clearing his throat with all the casual attitude of someone who's found himself suddenly stranded in a particularly unpleasant situation. "Yes, well..." And he does not know where to go with that sentence. Maybe he doesn't want to go anywhere with it. And, yet...
"...we were quite close, at a point. And he was..." He purses his lips for another pause, eyes on the carpet and glass finally set down on his lap. " There was...a discussion. But..." And he leaves the implication there.
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Date: 2020-04-01 01:15 am (UTC)It's not a question. He can hear Aziraphale's answer in that one word. Tension leaves him in a rush, and he makes his way back to the sofa, sits back down. Leans towards Aziraphale until he's resting his forehead on the angel's shoulder. "...m'sorry."
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Date: 2020-04-01 10:56 am (UTC)"It's alright." It's not, not really, but he rather it be. It's not that he's hurt or particularly offended, the subject is more complex than that. Such as wondering how long will things from before they became free will come up to be dealt with. Probably for a very, very long, but he has no way of really knowing.
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Date: 2020-04-01 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-01 11:38 am (UTC)He struggles to reply. "We... Both said a lot of things then. No a lot of them quite good." He does admit it, vaguely. If he faces the misguiving in that argument too directly, that'll just send him to the next thing, and the next, and an infinite line of things he did wrong. Given the choice, he rather not. But he feels like he might not have a choice in the first place.
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Date: 2020-04-01 12:59 pm (UTC)Truthfully, he hopes not.
"Yeah, I know." It took a long, long time to move past that F word. But that's not the point. "It's just...think it's the idea that I might've, might've driven you away, and then that while I was inconsolable and angry and fucked up, you could just..." He laughs, and it's a little bitter. "Gavotte your way into a gentleman's club like the angel you are, and found someone else to, to care about, to be cared about. While I was asleep and stubborn and refusing to admit how much you meant. To me." He wraps his arms around Aziraphale and squeezes. "'m glad you had...friends, then. I am. Just, hate that at the time, you maybe didn't know I was still one of them. To say nothing of all, all this."
All this love, he means. He knows now that it was there back then, intrinsically a part of him, though at the time he hadn't realized at all. Willful blindness.
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Date: 2020-04-01 01:44 pm (UTC)Long pauses keep on creeping into the conversation, short respites to process grand topics. It's necessary, and possible, and holding and being held through it is... Somewhat grounding. Comforting. He didn't think he would have felt like he needed it.
"I don't think I knew we were." He finally says, quietly, letting his head rest against Crowley's. "I didn't..." But he stutters into a pause and a soft huff. And chooses to turn the conversation away from himself - it's safer. Easier, probably. At least, easier to find the words for. "I'm sorry, Crowley."
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Date: 2020-04-02 12:11 am (UTC)Sounds pretty pathetic put like that, at least to Crowley's ears. This is the measure of his trust, so far: that he can be weak, show weakness. His world has been one where showing weakness is akin to wearing a large sign with an arrow stating "Stab here on this spot for maximum damage!" Might as well ask for death outright.
Aziraphale's world has been as intolerant of any weakness or deviance as his, Crowley knows. They just have different coping mechanisms, different armour. Different ways of hiding it avoiding the subject.
He knows Aziraphale is deflecting. He always knows when Aziraphale is deflecting. Can't play a player, and Crowley is as slippery as they get. Doesn't matter. He's patient. And it's not like he doesn't understand the need. Habits of millennia aren't lightly set aside. It's frustrating sometimes, sure, but he gets it.
And Aziraphale said enough to banish the worst of his idiotic worry, at least. It'll do, even if it's not everything. Crowley's greedy enough to want everything and more. But he also knows damned well how lucky he is to have as much as he does, and he's not about to risk it. Except it feels like he just did, so he'll take Aziraphale's part-answer and deflecting apology and embrace and be grateful. He will.
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Date: 2020-04-02 12:35 am (UTC)"For that day. In the park." Still quiet as he speaks. "I should have...checked. Talked to you. Done something." Of course he can say that now, but he couldn't have done it back then. He could have, but he couldn't have.
He takes a deep breath through his nose, long and heavy. Feels Crowley warm in his arms. " You know there could have never have been anyone else." This isn't about romance. This isn't about a romantic relationship, this isn't even about being friends. It's about the reality of their situation has it's always been. About isolated agents who find out they have more in common with their immediate opponents than their remote allies, regardless of how that develops.
"I found something to do. I enjoyed what I found. I've met many great personalities. I've...we've been experienced more than we were intended to." He closes his eyes, lets himself speak, before he gives himself the chance to stutter and stall. "That doesn't mean I forgot-..." And there's the stall. It's difficult, this. It probably shouldn't be. "There's never been anyone else who... understood. Couldn't be. How could there be?"
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Date: 2020-04-02 04:17 pm (UTC)Crowley's eyes are still closed, but he can feel the angel's breath on his face, warm and sweet-smelling. "There couldn't be. I know, angel. That much I knew even then. Just didn't know you did, at the time." He raises a hand to Aziraphale's face, presses it to his cheek, rubs his fingerips slightly against the skin above his ear. "I am glad you weren't alone then, even if it wasn't me, wasn't this. I mean it. 'm sorry I got so, so worked up."
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Date: 2020-04-02 10:12 pm (UTC)"I didn't know." He admits, not without some struggle. "I don't think I realized until...until time had passed. There was so much to do, so much to see, and work, but..." But he had been so angry about it. No, he'd been...hurt. He'd been scared. He didn't know how to handle the situation except to step out of it. But even when he found a kind hear to talk to - Oscar often lent his -, he could still never truly explain what happened. (But the things his friend said - they didn't sat well with him, either. Not then. He'd stopped talking about it.)
Oh, no. He's started, he realizes - he's said too much, and he doesn't know how he got here. Despite Crowley's gentleness, despite what really started this conversation, the angel still wonders what he might think of him. "I took so much for granted." He shouldn't dig any deeper than this.
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Date: 2020-04-06 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-06 11:41 pm (UTC)Crowley is right about him being terrified; neither of them could even consider certain things, no matter how many rules they bent and break. Some things were entirely off the table, even for them. And part of it is what led to so many of their more serious arguments, the ones that had at least one of them turn around and walk away. But, well, here they are, time is quite silly, and perhaps this is becoming a bit more embarrassing than he can handle. So he stops digging.
It's with guilty eyes that he looks back at Crowley, but adoring all the same. Thankful. "I was a fool, my dear. But I'm quite glad to be here now."
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Date: 2020-04-20 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-20 10:20 am (UTC)Much rather look forward than look back, he finds. But he supposes it needs to be done, anyway. Perhaps in smaller increments.
When he pulls back from the kiss, it's gentle and slow, and he rests his forehead against the demon's, eyes still closed. Just an intimate moment, only theirs.
"I do love you." He mutters, just in case there's a need for a reminder.
unexpected boomerang tag!
Date: 2020-04-20 10:33 am (UTC)He leans in a little, rubs their noses together. One of those silly, intimate gestures that means nothing and everything, the sort of thing he used to long for. And now he has permission. Encouragement, even.
Stupid to have brought up the past, really. It doesn't matter what happened, what either of them did. Not if it all lead to this.
Crowley brings up his other hand as well, brackets Aziraphale's face in them and kisses him again. After a few minutes he whispers, "Think I owe you another date night, though, seeing as I kind of wrecked this one. You free tomorrow, maybe?"
!!
Date: 2020-04-20 10:46 am (UTC)He does smile then, bringing one of his hands up to cover one of Crowley's, ever so charmed by how gentle and sweet his demon can be. Temptation doesn't hold a candle to something like this.
"I believe I can find the time." He responds in an amused murmur, thumb stroking over Crowley's knuckles.
Do we want to continue this or let it drift to a conclusion?
Date: 2020-04-20 10:58 am (UTC)(He hopes so, deep down in the places where he knows himself)
"Good," he whispers. Another kiss, and then a hint of a grin. "In the meantime you should kiss me a few more times, don't you think? Practice. To make sure we get it right tomorrow, you know."
we can finish up this one, probably pick up the topic some other time . One of our shortest ones wow
Date: 2020-04-20 11:05 am (UTC)"Oh, of course. Wouldn't want to come up short." Even without either of them looking, the angel still pulls a mock serious frown, which lasts for a whole two seconds before he's smiling again. "How does it go, again?"
We'll actually *finish* one? Is that allowed?
Date: 2020-04-20 11:09 am (UTC)He loses track eventually, both of the teasing and of the numbers and types of kisses.
This is untold territory
Date: 2020-04-20 11:28 am (UTC)His arms find his way around the demon's neck, ever so gently pulling him closer to the angel. Better angles. More details to note. A far better conclusion to the evening, he would have to say, and he's quite eager to put his learnings to the test tomorrow evening.
They did have a lovely evening, after all. Perhaps with a couple of bumps in the road - which he's sure will come up some other time, along with others. But that's alright. They'll cross those bridges when they get to them, hand in hand.
Maybe Oscar hadn't been wrong after all. He would have been rather smug about that.