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Crowley (wileyserpent) wrote in valloic,
@ 2020-11-01 23:28:00

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Angel

Wiley Serpent

WHO Crowley & Aziraphale • WHERE A.Z. Fell & CO. Bookshop • WHEN Sunday Afternoon
Angel, I'm Home. WARNINGS More than likely language and TBD

He knew that sensation, just as much as if a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

There had at least been one thing that had felt similar to Crowley, one particular thing. A celestial being, a warm affection. Aziraphale. He knew that sensation, just as much as if a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. Perhaps you wouldn't have heard such a thing, but you would certainly know it once you experienced it.

It didn't take very long for the viper to follow the radiating warmness, it was relatively sickeningly and yet pleasant. The demon could have undoubtedly found his way to the bookshop with his eyes closed if he had to. Taking in his surroundings, the city. How odd, and yet so much like the reality he'd known?

This wasn't really what Crowley had expected to fall into, and he had done the whole falling thing before. Take it from him, not something he'd want to have a go at, again. Clad in black, sunglasses stiffly pushed up towards the top of the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, a little look of cleverness on his face when he stood before the familiar front of the bookshop.

It only took a little diabolical miracle and Crowley had found himself inside. Spinning in a slow circle as he took in the hundreds of rare and exclusive books. Giving a shake of his head, and a palate of the air and Crowley was back on the sport for his companion. "Angel, I'm home." He called out in parody. Lifting a brow as he peered over the edge of his shades.

CODING

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southern_pansy
2020-11-02 06:45 pm UTC (link)

In the back of the shop, in the little office area, Aziraphale was puttering around. He was perfectly able to miracle a nice, hot mug of cocoa, but there was something so homey about going about it the human way, by hand.

Aziraphale hadn't checked his phone in a couple of days - he was not the type that was ever glued to social media before, and he didn't mind the solitude. Therefore, he hadn't been alerted to Crowley's appearance. Something was different in the air, though. A strong sensation of love that made his heart swell. It reminded him of Crowley, felt like Crowley, but he believed it was just emotions sparked by memories of a crisp, autumn day. It was this time of year when they'd sat together in a London park, reveling in how they'd tricked Heaven and Hell by changing places, winning their freedom.

So, while Crowley wasn't around (at least as far as he knew), Aziraphale couldn't help but move around, pum pum pumming a tune under his breath. Not one of his classical favorites, but something he'd heard before while riding along side Crowley in the Bentley, he didn't even know the title, what to speak of the words.

Ooh love ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy

He had just finished stirring his cocoa when an all too familiar voice rang out in the shop, causing him to freeze. He couldn't believe his ears, did he imagine it? Slowly, he emerged from the office to the front of the shop, apprehensive to what he might (or might not) find.

Crowley. He was there. It was such a shock that Aziraphale squealed with surprise and dropped his favorite angel winged mug to the floor.

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wileyserpent
2020-11-02 08:48 pm UTC (link)

Ah! Wrinkling his nose at the touch of sweet and saccharine chocolate was inhaled, yes Aziraphale was most definitely here. Crowley would bet his tail on it.

The demon would have been pleasantly surprised to see Aziraphale so open to newer technology, let alone any social media. The angel always seemed to find comfort in the quiet, and here Crowley was making a good damned rukus already. However, it was almost as if he had been drawn here. Not only for the warmth, but there was more. Whatever more was. It wasn't really something demon's could explain, not with trivial words, anyways.

His ears easily picking up on the sound, a smirk touching his lips faintly. "Classic," Crowley quietly agreed on the choice of tunes. For a moment he stood there quietly in nostalgic pause, thinking back to the drives they've had together. Even that time that bloody crazy human hit his poor Bentley.

"Ngh," said Crowley. Suddenly ripped from his quick reverie with the smash of porcelain against the bookshop floor. Glancing down to Aziraphale's feet where his mug laid in several pieces and the spill of molten chocolate and cream. Ohshitohsitohshit "Uh (Whoops), did I startle you, angel?" A hesitant and faltered smile.

Crowley knelt down and scooped up the sticky pieces, a little demonic intervention and it was all mended. "Er. Good as new. Hmm?" No big deal. Right? Right. The demon handed Aziraphale the winged mug. "Do try to hold it this time?"