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- ([info]eastgateangel) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-26 19:49:00

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Entry tags:anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Reuniting Zira with his books
Where: A series of book rooms at Oxford
When: Tonight
Warnings: So an angel and a demon poofed into a book room...yeah. NWS, kids.


There was really no need to stand so close to the demon, and yet Aziraphale stood as close to Crowley as he could. He simply wanted to be near him, to take in the sight and the smell of him. Besides, he'd always rather loathed the swirling motion of transporting across time and space, especially going across the great sea. He emerged on the other side, landing as always on his feet, but feeling slightly off balance, as if the ground were moving beneath his feet. It was, he knew, the law of physics, a body in motion stayed in motion. Well, it was as good an excuse as any to stumble a step, directly into the demon's arms.

"Oh dear me," he muttered, seeming apologetic when the move was well rehearsed and very calculated. "Pardon me, my dear. I must've lost my footing."



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[info]eastgateangel
2008-06-27 04:43 pm UTC (link)
Zira scratched at the back of his neck before settling against Crowley. Not on him, so much as against him. For so long, since the beginning of time, really, they had been Against each other, Opposing Sides, and what not. It was nice, now, to join together, to take comfort with the other.

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[info]serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 04:48 pm UTC (link)
Arms came up, to wrap around Aziraphale's middle, holding him close. It was strange for him, a new experience, to be so close to someone, without having a violent or sexual connotation. But he didn't find it altogether uncomfortable, and indeed, decided he liked it much better than the alternative, of sending his Angel away.

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[info]eastgateangel
2008-06-27 04:55 pm UTC (link)
"This is quite nice, dear," Zira murmured. Sleep was wholly unnecessary, as were food and drink, and sex. But Zira found this to be a time to indulge, to simply let his guard down, and allow himself to relax.

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[info]serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 04:59 pm UTC (link)
"I thought you might want them back. At least for sentimental value. And it gave me good reason to go harass a few institutions, to retrieve the more important ones." He couldn't come out and say, he wanted to do it for his Angel, but the vibe was obvious in his posture.

leaning back into the couch, he relaxed as well, willing to indulge in a nap, so long as his Angel stayed close.

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[info]eastgateangel
2008-06-27 09:00 pm UTC (link)
"Of course, dear," Zira murmured, already letting himself drift. He hadn't been referring to the books, exclusively, but he'd let the demon slide with the comment, for now.

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