Who: Satriel/Nathaniel Quinn and Aziraphale/Ezekiel Rosier What: Meetings, tempting the Angel/man, gambling When/Where: Tonight / Eden Casino Warnings: TBD
Satriel brought himself and Nathaniel to the lobby of the grandiose resort, looking around with a wary eye. He could feel the human mind instantly curious about the sights and sounds, having never been near a casino in his life; something Satriel would have been happy to maintain, if it hadn't been for the invitation from Mr. Rosier.
Aziraphale, he reminded himself gently. If the Angel was still calling him brother, he had to still have at least a modicum of purity, right?
He moved off to the side, near a wall, watching the hustle and bustle of bodies through the large foyer, figuring Aziraphale could sense them in the resort, and come put them out of their misery.
Who: Aziraphale/Ezekiel Rosier, Anthony J Crowley What: Regrouping after Zira's (Zeke's) time in Hell When/Where: Shortly after Zira's meeting with Satriel / their villa in Eden Warnings: NC-17, picture links, the usual.
Crowley hadn't been joking about having other business to attend to; he was working with the Russian from his and Kia's purchase in the villa he'd provided her, trying to calm her down about her new life, see if he couldn't groom her to be on his long-term staff; she could make him a lot more money alive, than as a 'one shot' like the other girls he'd bought. For the short-term, though, it was just her hand that was on his staff- a bit of heavy petting, Crowley cooing soothingly to her in Russian, enjoying her attentions. She was hesitant, but not ignorant, obviously having touched men before; despite the thrill lost from not being the first, he could appreciate that she hadn't tried to attack him yet. Things would be easier if she grew to trust him, before he put her to work.
This wasn't quite the business he meant to be up to, when Aziraphale had come home, but then, it wasn't Aziraphale that had come back to him, was it? He wasn't sure how long the new demon had been to Hell, or what had happened while he was there, but it was obvious something had changed, and not just his name. It was a wrench in the machine, Crowley unsure just what purpose forcing the adjustment would have. But it was done, and all he could do now was ride through the fallout.
Sensing his lover looking for him, he had a split second decision, between pulling the girl farther, and sending her away. Despite his desire to see just what this new Aziraphale would do, presented with the image of him and the girl in bed, he didn't want to risk her progress on the unknown reaction. He reached out to still her hand, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I have business I must be getting back to, darling. I'll let you rest, now. See you later, yes?" She seemed uncertain, placated only after a litany of reassurances and praises- not unlike his Angel. Former Angel.
Frowning at the idea, he walked to the door and let himself out, figuring he could use the walk back to his own villa to will himself calm. Reaching the door, he let himself in, looking off towards the sense of his lover.