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It had been far too long now. Over five days since he had last heard anything from The Dreamfinder. His own magics had shown that the man was not even in Main Street! An enormous danger to all of them but more so to Blair himself. As it was, even the Mirror Portal had begun to malfunction without it's builder to maintain it.

A quiet inquiry had been sent out through the Land, to be on the look out for The Dreamfinder. Any news was to be sent straight to Merlin or Hades...none had come. Which was why he now sat at his table, staring at his own small communication mirror.

There was evidence of the old walkway to Tiki Oasis having been used. No one had used it since the Oasis had become the Dark Jungles. Whatever survivors having been the last ones through ages ago. It was a rather long shot but, Merlin had nothing else to go on.

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[The video turns on to show a very grumpy looking Merlin.]

I am calling all Sorcerer's Apprentices that are currently with in the Magic Kingdoms. I am afraid I have rather worrisome news.

[He rubs the bridge of his nose.]

It seems that The Dreamfinder, has gone missing. I am assuming it has been of his own power but, as he is still a new Kingdom Spirit, and the last Kingdom Spirit, I am afraid he will find himself in great danger.

So I am asking for volunteers. I need to send you out into the Dark Jungles to find the Dreamfinder or else the last beat of imagination this place has will be snuffed out and everything we have been working towards will be destroyed.

[His voice grew far more grim.]

That includes your own worlds. If The Corrosion destroys Main Street, then there is nothing left between it and your worlds. And...once it leaves the Kingdoms- it can not be stopped. If you wish to volunteer please, let me know.

The fate of Imagination is in your hands, Apprentices. Do with that, what you will.

[end feed.]

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Our story? How nice. [he knows the story of Eden of course. And for some reason feels a bit put off by it]

Fire thing, dear? I'm sorry, did I burn something?

Aziraphale...

[ The name was almost a whisper tinged with guilt. ]

You're really not kidding are you?

Oh, no... Don't speak in that tone. [it was so horribly sad. he didn't like it. He crossed the short distance and cradled the man's angular face in both hands, stroking his cheeks lightly with his thumbs.]

Come on, cheer up! Pip pip! Of course I am completely kidding. I remember everything about us. Like... that er... one time we ... did something magnificent together. See?

[ Good job, that was totally convincing. That one time we did something... ]

It's all my fault... Aziraphale...

[ His lower lip threatened to wibble. The fire was meant as a threat, just a fun little demonic prank, not this. Not something that would wipe away all their history. Everything that was important to him. ]

I'm so sorry...

Shh. It's alright. There's nothing to be sorry for. [he didn't like that lip tremble, faint though it was. There was nothing he could say to reassure this poor, lovely man. But he wasn't someone who needed words. Leaning down he kissed those minutely trembling lips very gently.]

[ He was sinking or... floating one of the two. He felt absolutely weightless when those soft lips touched his. Dazzled by the sudden tender action he did indeed 'shh', worst still he responded by kissing back. A gentle interplay of lips expressing those feelings he had only been able to hint at before. ]

[oh, this was absolutely delightful. He almost didn't expect the kiss back but when it happened his wings flared in surprise. He hummed happily, slipping his hands down over that jaw, caressing the sides of his neck before clasping fingers at the back of it, just under the tickling strands of hair. He sank onto the man's lap, one knee on either side on the bed and opened his mouth a little, taking the smallest of tastes with the tip of his tongue and sighing. Wonderful. Completely perfect]

I shouldn't...

[ The sighed protest came as his own arms slid around the angel sitting on his lap, a confusing hug to contrast the words. ]

We shouldn't...

[ The taste of the angel on his lips was too enticing not to dive back into. ]

Not while your memories...

[ And then there was that tongue lightly playing over his. Why was it so difficult to know the correct thing to do here!? The demon side said no holds barred take advantage of this but that nagging, wish you would shut up for a minute, other side said Aziraphale wouldn't thank him if he did. ]

But, I really want to.

[shouldn't? Couldn't? He sits back a bit, the delicious taste and warmth and pressure still on his lips. He feels like he could just lean forward and breathe him in for eternity. Only....]

We...didn't normally do this, did we? [he can feel himself blush at his own boldness.] How embarrassing. [and sad, because he really wanted to, too]

Should we stop? [because he doesn't want to make the man uncomfortable, but his hands felt so good against his back. He just wanted to keep going. Maybe even enfold his wings around the other to have their own little white world where troublesome memories couldn't dare interfere. But if it was going to be a problem.... He looked hopefully into the man's eyes that he could just see behind the sunglasses]

[ He could lie, should lie really it's what demons do... but he found himself glancing away from those pale blue eyes as he was once again wrestling with weighty moral issues... that he did not need! Things were so much simpler in the past! ]

No, we never did this before!

[ The words were practically a growl so heavy were they to actually say. ]

There was too much politics back on our world... You're an angel, I'm a demon, it wasn't really an option.

We should probablystop, at least until your memory returns.

[ If it does. Like all these effects that has to be temporary? Oh please let it be temporary... ]

But, it doesn't have to end permanently... This world doesn't have those same rules.

[his feathers fluff a little, even if the words are terribly sad. Probably stop doesn't mean should, but it really does, doesn't it. He wants to say, hopefully, what if his memory doesn't return. But then there was something that struck him through the heart at the words angel and demon. It was wrong. It was frustrating. It was right.]

I suppose... we should... [he didn't wasn't to leave the hold, the warmth, the tantalizing mouth so close. He braced his hands against the demon's shoulders and stood, putting the distance between them, folding his hands in front of him. He tried to smile]

Goodness, this room is a mess... [his eyes caught on the window and the book on the street that had obviously gone through] I should go get that.

[ And Crowley didn't want him to go which was why his arms remained snugly around the angel until he finally moved away. Then wasn't he kicking himself! Why did he have to say ANY of that! SO STUPID!

Feeling like a sucker he dropped back into the angel's bed and briefly hid his face under a pillow like he could self suffocate the disappointment out of himself. ]

Rrr!

[ The growl was still muffled behind the pillow until Crowley finally rolled over to his side and the pillow slide away. ]

Should we? There's no one watching angel...

Better not.

I'm sorry, but it does seem rather important. [or he wouldn't have said anything. He brightens a little] I'm sure my memories will return soon and we can get it all sorted.

[after all...after all... surely if he wanted to kiss him now then...]

Anyway, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere. [he means to say it playfully but sounds rather concerned despite himself]

[ Rather important... it doesn't have to be! He felt like shouting that until the rafters shook. Instead he sulked as he stood and jammed his hands into his pockets like a added protection to prevent his reaching out for the angel again. ]

Yeah... Don't wander off to far yourself. You might not remember how to get back.

[ He will just be ~~not~~ watching from the window as he too straightened things in the room. ]

Hm!

[he leaves the room, relieved and a little sad to leave; as if the door closing behind him was far more metaphorical. Outside, he took a breath of fresh air, rolling his head from side to side. It didn't take him long to find the book and pick it up. Flipping through he saw a piece of paper jammed in for a bookmark --notes scrawled on it.

His notes.

His handwriting.

....Oh.

Oh for God's sake.

Of all the--

Why had he--

He was a complete idiot.

Even if he had forgotten he shouldn't have-- And now everything was--

Because that certainly wasn't going to continue. Nor could it! It would be near impossible to pull away from and he knew the more Crowley got, the less he would want to let go of.

Beyond which-- how such a clever demon could have any feelings whatever for such a foolish angel seemed completely unfair.

But now what was this foolish angel supposed to do? He couldn't just go back. It would just be awkward. And there would be conversations and lord knew he wasn't ready for that.

He takes a moment to reconcile with himself just a little bit and opens the mirror though it is pointed ever so casually at the ground]

You know, Crowley. I think I'm going to take a walk instead. Maybe I'll even see about some crepes. [he wouldn't] Don't wait up.

A walk sounds a lot like wandering off angel...

[ Behind him a window is filled with a darkly demonic shape as Crowley peers out of the broken glass. ]

I should come with you. We could share some crepes.

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[he can almost feel it... which is precisely why he doesn't look]

It's all right. I remember where to go and how to get back. I remember everything in fact. Must have been some after effect of...well, you know...

I'll be fine on my own. So... I'll see you... later. [and he closes the mirror, effectively ringing off before hurrying down the side street, book tucked under his arm. He feels terrible about leaving Crowley in a mess, but it will be a much worse mess if he remains]

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