InsaneJournal

Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: Redefining an Arrangement, now of an Unholy nature
When/Where: Tonight, Aziraphale's library under the former club, NYC.
Warnings: Oh, probably.

Crowley had spent most of the day in New York City, sorting through the rubble that had once been his nightclub, salvaging what of the remains he could before he and his Brother willed the trash into non-existence, and built it anew. He was unusually attached to some of the items that had made up his facade's office, a box of expensive trinkets and pens accompanying him down the somehow-clear stairs, towards the level below.

Nothing, not even the wiles of the universe, touched the basement of Crowley's club, so the underground halls were surprisingly intact, a thin layer of water from the exposed stairwell down the only sign something had changed. Letting himself in the library, he set the box aside, looking around the room with a sigh.

Ever since his Angel had reached an agreement with his Lord, Crowley had felt off-balance. One of the few constants in his life, as it had been, was that the Angel would be there, infuriatingly Pure and Right and... keep him on his toes. Now, with the tables turned and Zira actually being charged with helping Crowley in his work, he was left feeling... responsible. No longer was he doing things to thwart his Adversary, or act out against some known force of Good. He was Tainting just to Taint, and while he should be overjoyed about the promotion, it was difficult to swallow.

Without much thought, he found himself clearing off the desk in Aziraphale's study, setting out candles and a sheet of paper. He knew what he had to do, to put himself at ease. Dropping down into the Angel's chair, he gave a loud thought to the other, revealing his location, and the desire for company.