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entrancelogs2013-11-03 01:47 am
thepointisdolphins) wrote in entrancelogs2013-11-03 01:47 am
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First Date, sorta [closed]
Who: A. J. Crowley and Aziraphale
Where: Around, but mostly in their rooms.
When: Evening, Nov. 3rd.
Rating: R/NC-17 idek man sexytimes happening
Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale have gone through way too much bullshit lately so they're just gonna go on a nice date while things are calm.
The Story:
Crowley took a good, solid twenty-four hours to sleep once he felt his Mirror leave his mind. In fact, he collapsed almost immediately, though not before making absolutely sure the bastard was good and truly gone. The silence in his own mind was one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard.
Upon waking the following day and doing a cursory check to find out who had died and what sort of major damage had been done--aside from the obvious psychological damage, which Crowley wasn't about to acknowledge--Crowley remembered the talk he and Aziraphale had had. After that he felt a pretty abrupt surge of urgency. Almost right after agreeing to pursue a...relationship, or whatever this was, more like a change to the Arrangement really, Crowley had found himself in the endless tunnels. Aziraphale had died then. He had come back, sure, but the reality of it all had made it difficult to go any further.
Then of course this whole mess with the Mirrors had happened and there was, naturally, no time to discuss or explore or--just in general--figure things out. In fact, the last time he had seen Aziraphale, they had almost killed each other. Crowley's wing still ached from the encounter, and probably would for awhile yet.
The point was, this was their first opportunity to spend some time together without interruption in a good while, and Crowley was almost frantic. He wanted to do this, whatever "this" was, properly before some other horrendous event came along and made life miserable again.
So come the evening, Crowley marches nextdoor to the angels room and knocks. As soon as Aziraphale opens the door, Crowley points at him, (faintly blushing), and says,
"You and I are having a date, and we are having it now."
It's one of the most ridiculous things to ever come out of his mouth and he knows it.
Where: Around, but mostly in their rooms.
When: Evening, Nov. 3rd.
Rating: R/NC-17 idek man sexytimes happening
Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale have gone through way too much bullshit lately so they're just gonna go on a nice date while things are calm.
The Story:
Crowley took a good, solid twenty-four hours to sleep once he felt his Mirror leave his mind. In fact, he collapsed almost immediately, though not before making absolutely sure the bastard was good and truly gone. The silence in his own mind was one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard.
Upon waking the following day and doing a cursory check to find out who had died and what sort of major damage had been done--aside from the obvious psychological damage, which Crowley wasn't about to acknowledge--Crowley remembered the talk he and Aziraphale had had. After that he felt a pretty abrupt surge of urgency. Almost right after agreeing to pursue a...relationship, or whatever this was, more like a change to the Arrangement really, Crowley had found himself in the endless tunnels. Aziraphale had died then. He had come back, sure, but the reality of it all had made it difficult to go any further.
Then of course this whole mess with the Mirrors had happened and there was, naturally, no time to discuss or explore or--just in general--figure things out. In fact, the last time he had seen Aziraphale, they had almost killed each other. Crowley's wing still ached from the encounter, and probably would for awhile yet.
The point was, this was their first opportunity to spend some time together without interruption in a good while, and Crowley was almost frantic. He wanted to do this, whatever "this" was, properly before some other horrendous event came along and made life miserable again.
So come the evening, Crowley marches nextdoor to the angels room and knocks. As soon as Aziraphale opens the door, Crowley points at him, (faintly blushing), and says,
"You and I are having a date, and we are having it now."
It's one of the most ridiculous things to ever come out of his mouth and he knows it.