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[Jun. 29th, 2009|04:44 pm] |
Who: Henry Tudor & Gabriella Montez
What: Working from home
Where: His Their condo in Las Vegas
When: Nowish
Warnings: Adult content more than likely.
( Every Good Boy Does Fine ) |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Getting back to their roots, a la feeding the ducks at St. James' Park
When/Where: Backdated to after Zira's post, London; St. James to start
Warnings: Anything's possible; safe to say, yes.
Crowley had called the appropriate members of his staff up to his office, informing them he was leaving, and that things were going to run just as they had been, or else. He didn't have to elaborate; the demons all seemed to get the point, even through the smile Crowley had on his face. In reality, he knew it probably scared them more to see him in a good mood, than if he'd managed to actually keep a straight face while threatening them. He wasn't concerned, either way. All he was worried about, was finding his Angel, and going back to London.
He'd missed London, all told; despite the memories of the botched Apocalypse, and everything that had happened to him there, it was where he was happiest. Where he'd last remembered being truly happy. And while it went against everything a demon was, Crowley wasn't interested in keeping himself from the simple pleasures, just because he was 'supposed' to. That felt an awful lot like a rule
Smiling a little at the thought, he wandered out into the grand room of their penthouse, looking around for his Angel. |
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