Another Year, Another Open RP Post

[duckshaveears]

Currently offering: Crowley, angel!Crowley, Haleth. Will update this if that changes. If you want one of those three, have at it.

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YES WE DO sorry for short tag but hopefully this will move fairly quick?

[confoundthemighty]

The whistle brought a pink blush to Aziraphale’s face at once; he fidgeted, flustered and pleased.

“I look like a human profiterole,” he retorted fondly, before grabbing Crowley’s shoulders and pulling him away from the window. It was still probably too early for anyone else to spot them, and Crowley was excellent at shimmying into corners to hide, but—well, better safe than sorry, especially today. “Darling, what are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet later, after all the social nonsense.”

Probably this one needs a flurry of short tags until they're at the dancing. :)

[duckshaveears]

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Crowley teased, but there was admiration in his eyes. Soft and lush and sweet...yes, that described Aziraphale nicely as far as he was concerned, and he wouldn't have his angel any other way. "I came to give you a gift, of course."

His eyes darted over to Aziraphale's bed, where a large gold box rested on the counterpane. Whatever it held was no doubt rich and luxurious, a gift fit for a prince, nothing a common gardener could ever hope to match.

But also, he knew, most likely nothing Aziraphale wanted. So there was a small smile on his face as he reached into his waistcoat pocket and pulled out a small posy of white heliotropes. "Happy birthday, angel," he said softly, holding it up for Aziraphale to take.


ooc: sorry, I somehow forgot that in the original he just comes in, whoops. And heliotropes 1) smell heavenly, and 2) symbolize endless love, and 3) look a lot like whatever Leo is carrying in that scene

Yessss. Also I assume we’re going with Gabriel and Michael as parents still?

[confoundthemighty]

“Oh…” However his parents might lavish money on his care and keeping, it was Crowley’s simple, thoughtful gifts that melted Aziraphale’s heart. “Oh, thank you, they’re lovely.”

He reached for the flowers with the same reverence that another person might have for a fine painting or a rare jewel, though his hands lingered on Crowley’s rather than taking the present immediately.

“I’ll wear them next to my heart all day,” he began, but before he could get any further into his plans to preserve the heliotrope for good, he was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Aziraphale nearly jumped back.

“Who is it?”

The answering voice was one of the housemaids’. “Sir, if you please, your mother would like to speak to you.”

“Bugger,” Aziraphale muttered, and gestured wildly at Crowley to find something to hide behind.

Yep sure! and as always lemme know if you want editing or we can do it later yadda yadda

[duckshaveears]

Any doubts Crowley might have had about his gift compared to the others Aziraphale would receive today melted from the warmth of that smile. He leaned forward, heliotropic himself in the face of it--

Aaaaaand a knock on the door interrupted them, because of course it did.

Crowley took several quick steps backwards to hide behind the door itself; it was a dark corner, and if the door were open no one would be likely to see him. He wasn't a moment too soon. It swung open almost at once to admit Aziraphale's mother: Queen Michael, every inch of her regal, dignified, and neat as a pin. She didn't enter so much as make an entrance. She was, at least, smiling (not that Crowley could see it from where he lurked behind the door). "Prince Aziraphale."

Yup, ditto!

[confoundthemighty]

For once he was glad she wasn’t much for physical intimacies, as his palms had begun to grow clammy. He swallowed a wild laugh and bowed slightly at the waist, as elegant as he could manage under the circumstances.

“Mother.” Not Mamma, not since he was very young, and certainly never mummy or anything so warm. She was, after all, a Queen, and royalty held themselves above the vulgar bits of child-rearing. But she was in a good mood, it seemed, or at least not displeased with him. Yet. “Good morning. You’re looking well.”

boomerang ;)

[duckshaveears]

"Thank you." The words were cool--everything about her was cool, beautiful but lacking in warmth, like a painting or gemstone. But she didn't sound displeased. On the country, she looked over her son with approval. "So are you. I'm glad to see it; there are quite a few families of excellent rank expected today for your party, and I hope we can make a good impression. I'm certain I can count on you to do us credit."

Ss she spoke she moved further into the room; behind her, Crowley adopted a remarkably similar pose--head raised, nose in the air, even a creditable impression of her expression--and silently followed behind her. His eyes glinted with mischief.

"Yes, this outfit suits you very well," she said (Crowley pretended to speak at the same time). "You will do your best to be charming, won't you? It's perhaps too soon to arrange any formal engagement of any sort, but I expect you to consider your options carefully."

Crowley stopped his imitation and made a face at her back, waggling his tongue.