Who: Aziraphale and Alexia What: discussion Where: Alexia's house When: after this Warnings: None, really.
It was shortly after Crowley left that Alexia cleaned up a little and tied his hair back. He lit a fire in the fireplace and smiled as he coaxed the flames into stunning images of faces - screaming, moaning, crying, in the throes of ecstasy or torment or both - and waited for Aziraphale to arrive. He liked Zira, in the way that one likes staring at a particularly peculiar looking bug. A long time ago, before the Descent, he remembered Aziraphale as being a sweet, kind gatekeeper. He remembered little else, however.
He pulled himself away from the fire and went to his kitchen to pull out a bottle of wine and two glasses. He brought them back to the living room, and set them on the glass-topped table, just waiting to be used. It wouldn't be long before the Angel found his way there.