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[higitus_figitus]

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.

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[serpentinthegarden]

Alright... that's it.

[ With a snap of his fingers his own bed bursts into flame. ]

Move over angel.

[ Cause if you don't move quickly enough he is going to land on you instead of beside you. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he makes a sound somewhat like a duck and does move only to put it out! Only he can't think of how! And then he knows in a burst of inspiration]

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! [and as he says it he throws out his hands and flaps his wings in the same movement. A wind whips through the room, turbid as a hurricane, putting out the fire by mostly smashing the bed spread against the wall. Anything not heavy on the floor goes flying around the room, smacking into walls and crashing into doors. A book goes sailing right out of the window in a tinkling of shattered glass.

Also he might have forgotten how to stop]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ The quack was cute but he hadn't much time to enjoy frustrating the angel before the room burst into a wind storm. ]

What did you do?!

[ It was impressive but he just had to duck a rug! ]

Wish it away!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

What? [he blinks]

Something seems very wrong here. [This wasn't right? Was it?]

[serpentinthegarden]

It's too strong... think of, think of, a gentle spring breeze lightly blowing through the trees.

[ Shouted right before an airborne newspaper smacked him square in the face. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh... alright... [he thinks accordingly, then raises a hand and murmurs:]

Moreover, through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul;
And shaping visions all about my sight
Of colours, wings, and bursts of spangly light.

[the wind quiets gradually until it is just a small breeze, swirling here and there, odd little lights wink in the room like fireflies or tiny jewels catching the sun]

Did I do that? [he regards his hand, astonished]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley clawed the newspaper away from his eyes staring at the angel once he was able to. ]

Must have been, it wasn't me. I didn't know you were a poet?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

No it's er... from Endymion. By Keats... [he peers at the man, folding his hands absently in front of himself, fingers fidgeting. He can't look at him for too long though, at least not continuously] I'm sorry, do I know you? You're lovely.

[serpentinthegarden]

Lovely?

[ An eyebrow shot up well above the rim of his shades. ]

Aziraphale I'm sitting on your bed, we've known each other for centuries... Are you alright?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh... well! [he flushes a bit] I don't know... I should know you then shouldn't I but... [he looks at his hands again]

I do hope you don't mean know in the biblical sense because I am...not even sure who I am at the moment... Terribly sorry.

[he is assuming Aziraphale means him, but that answers nothing]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley recoiled. ]

Sorta in the biblical sense... not the Biblical biblical sense, but our story is in the book now and then. Eden? The apple? Any of this ringing a bell?

[ Uh no... what did his temper tantrum cause? ]

You really don't know who you are?? This isn't payback for the whole fire thing?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

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?

[serpentinthegarden]

Aziraphale...

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

You're really not kidding are you?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

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?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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...

[blessedarethebookmakers]

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.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[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]

[serpentinthegarden]

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.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[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]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[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.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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...

[blessedarethebookmakers]

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]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ 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. ]