a little more inspiration....
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It is late afternoon on the eighteenth, and as the mirror swims to life, it focuses on Aziraphale who is standing about halfway back in the bedroom. He stands, hands tucked in front of him, smiling but looking slightly nervous, his wings arched a bit as if he wants to show them off but not be too obvious. He smiles at the...well...mirror. Fingers clenching a little bit.
When he speaks, though, his voice is low and soothing; warm like honey and pleasant. As if he's happy to see you. And in a way, he is.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Aziraphale and I'm an Angel. Well... Principality if you want to be precise, but that doesn't particularly matter here. First of all, I want to thank everyone who helped me out the other day and apologize for being a bit short with them. This human body is a new thing for me and I rather fear I don't have the hang of it quite yet.
But, we're all a little out of our element here, aren't we? This is a new place for us. A new experience. And a battle we must fight for the good of others who need our help. And sometimes, we can feel stuck, trapped even-- For instance, my wings are rarely displayed and not precisely corporeal when they are. If I need to remove my coat, I can do so with ease. Now, unfortunately, they are as solid as the rest of me.
And yet..." He dips his head and there is a bit of a cheeky smile. "With a little Faith." He hopes. No! Believes! "We can perform miracles."
Then he closes his eyes and focuses, concentrates, believes with everything in him that he still has the capacity for this kind of faith, this kind of miracle. That he will be able to take off his clothes with no problems at all.
All at once he can feel something catch. Something bright and cool and refreshing flow through him and around him.
Anyone looking in would be able to see a faint white gold light beginning to shimmer around him, a wind stirring the curtains and his hair. Perhaps there is a faint vibration, for the mirror slips, so only his head and shoulders are in view. The light seems to flash around him and then--!
He can feel the coolness leave him slowly, like a wave pulling from shore. With a thrilled smile he looks down and notices he did indeed manage to remove his coat as he'd hoped. Or perhaps made it disappear completely. As well as his vest, his shirt, his undershirt-- in fact the only thing left is the fob watch lying helpfully between his bare feet.
"Ah-- Ahem. Well! Slight miscalculation! But as you can see! Everything is just...just tickety...." And then the cold rushes back at once like a tsunami and for the second time in as many days, darkness crashes through him and he pitches forward and out of view.
There is a faint thud as he hits the floor.
But he'll be able to reply to any and all responses in a few hours...
...Probably.
When he speaks, though, his voice is low and soothing; warm like honey and pleasant. As if he's happy to see you. And in a way, he is.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Aziraphale and I'm an Angel. Well... Principality if you want to be precise, but that doesn't particularly matter here. First of all, I want to thank everyone who helped me out the other day and apologize for being a bit short with them. This human body is a new thing for me and I rather fear I don't have the hang of it quite yet.
But, we're all a little out of our element here, aren't we? This is a new place for us. A new experience. And a battle we must fight for the good of others who need our help. And sometimes, we can feel stuck, trapped even-- For instance, my wings are rarely displayed and not precisely corporeal when they are. If I need to remove my coat, I can do so with ease. Now, unfortunately, they are as solid as the rest of me.
And yet..." He dips his head and there is a bit of a cheeky smile. "With a little Faith." He hopes. No! Believes! "We can perform miracles."
Then he closes his eyes and focuses, concentrates, believes with everything in him that he still has the capacity for this kind of faith, this kind of miracle. That he will be able to take off his clothes with no problems at all.
All at once he can feel something catch. Something bright and cool and refreshing flow through him and around him.
Anyone looking in would be able to see a faint white gold light beginning to shimmer around him, a wind stirring the curtains and his hair. Perhaps there is a faint vibration, for the mirror slips, so only his head and shoulders are in view. The light seems to flash around him and then--!
He can feel the coolness leave him slowly, like a wave pulling from shore. With a thrilled smile he looks down and notices he did indeed manage to remove his coat as he'd hoped. Or perhaps made it disappear completely. As well as his vest, his shirt, his undershirt-- in fact the only thing left is the fob watch lying helpfully between his bare feet.
"Ah-- Ahem. Well! Slight miscalculation! But as you can see! Everything is just...just tickety...." And then the cold rushes back at once like a tsunami and for the second time in as many days, darkness crashes through him and he pitches forward and out of view.
There is a faint thud as he hits the floor.
But he'll be able to reply to any and all responses in a few hours...
...Probably.
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Date: 2019-07-20 03:27 am (UTC)[She does go running out of the room with blankets and a jacket and now she just has to find the very very very stupid man.]
[And put a blanket on him and toga it.]
[Part of her figures she shouldn't care, she should honestly leave him to it, because there is no way in fuck he's going to appreciate it, but whatever, he doesn't have to know it was her, right? Miracles her fucking ass.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 03:38 am (UTC)"Hallelujah."
[ And on his way... There would be a knock on the door in a few minutes and some one had better answer or the 'miracle' of a door coming off the hinges was going to follow. ]
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Date: 2019-07-20 03:42 am (UTC)Oh. Ow, Doctor you shouldn't--
[Blink blink, blush.] Sorry, if you're looking for Mr. Fell, [And because if you can't joke at a time like this...] He's fallen and can't get up.
Lend a hand will ya?
[Dumps half of the blankets into his arms, and positions the jacket/robe backwards over him to try to cover his decency.] I don't know which of you all is worse at handling mortality. No, [Growl!] Still the Doctor, but blimey you come close.
How strong are you? Ironically if you were the one knocked out... [Flaps a hand, ignore that.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 04:03 am (UTC)Yea, I saw, broadcast the whole thing. It was inspiring.
[ He smirked after Rose, fully intent on helping and gaining one or two angles to tease the angel with once he woke up again. ]
He has never had to do anything without his magic before.
[ Crowley hadn't either but he doesn't bother to get into that. Instead he dumped the blankets that had been shoved on him into the nearest chair and made his way around to check on the unconscious angel. Breathing steadily he was just out cold. ]
He can't have fainted? This does look like a faint but... angels don't faint.
We can't really leave him here.
[ Which was why Rose had asked how strong he was, hm? He was strong enough. Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's arm and hoisted him to his feet. ]
I'll put him in his bed. Point out which one it is?
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Date: 2019-07-20 02:45 pm (UTC)no.
it starts out as a low, wicked, indulgent chuckle, then bubbles into a full cackle of mocking laughter. he claps his hands together, then one hand goes to his face, and he's doubling over out of sight.
he may have fallen out of the chair.]
Oh that's funny.
[he'll be here for a while. rude, Michael. rude.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 05:57 pm (UTC)And what have you managed to do. [he pops a grape in his mouth and chews delightedly.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:39 pm (UTC)...well, that didn't go well. Fenton winced as the guy swooned and collapsed onto the floor. That sounded like it hurt.
"Ahh... I take it that didn't go to plan. You okay, there? Hello..?"
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:55 pm (UTC)"Yes, hello! I'm quite alright, thank you. Not even a bruise." Anywhere he wants to talk about. "It did and it didn't. Rather like a genie wish in a way." A faint smile. "How have you been getting on? Practiced any miracles yourself?" Alright, he knows it's magic. But miracles just sound better to him. More refined.
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:11 am (UTC)"Miracles...? I can't perform mira-- oh! You mean magic. Ahhh, no. No practicing yet. I don't know how to start."
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Date: 2019-07-21 01:54 am (UTC)Thus Sylvando opted to continue with his original plan, with some slight modifications. While they'd been provided with basic foods, the keyword there was 'basic'; while none of them were likely to starve, if one wanted to do even simple cooking, a few additional ingredients tended to be required. Hence his absence; a bit of busking followed by a bit of shopping, and he'd come back with a bag containing several different kinds of seafood.
While his cooking would never win the high praises his performances tended to, there were a few things that Sylvando could cook very well, if he did say so himself, and one of them happened to be the Valorian bouillabaisse that had always been one of his favorite dishes growing up. And thanks to the remarkable 'refrigerator' that preserved food with cold air, and the equally remarkable little oven that could reheat said food in minutes, he could make enough to have meals for several days both for himself and for his roommate if he cared to have any, and still have some to share.
And his plan regarding Aziraphale happened to revolve around that sharing. Thus, several hours later, Sylvando was knocking on the door to Aziraphale's apartment, lidded soup tureen in hand. He was just glad that he'd found one large enough to hold enough for several people, in case the Angel's roommate might want some too.
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Date: 2019-07-21 02:10 am (UTC)"Have you two met Sylvando? He brought soup."
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Date: 2019-07-21 02:16 am (UTC)"Nope, never met him."
Crowley paused, then decided anyone who had brought soup might deserve a little more of a welcome.
"Nice to meet you, Sylvando. Anthony Crowley."
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Date: 2019-07-21 08:55 am (UTC)It was quiet, for one thing. It was hot. There was no one who would bother him here. All he needed was a nice glass of wine and some pleasant music, though he wasn't liable to get either. He sunk further in the tub. As much as he could do any way, and sighed. It felt like a test where the instructions weren't clear. He couldn't even guess what the Almighty had meant by this but he had the feeling he was falling very short of the mark.
Which wasn't unusual.
He would just have to try harder, that was all. To somehow be better.
But... right now... he needed to rest. And eat probably. But that would require getting out of the bath and he wasn't ready to face the world again.
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Date: 2019-07-21 09:25 am (UTC)"Found one."
The bottle was presented like a prized kill. It wasn't a particularly exquisite vintage but as luck would have it the wine was from a decent year. Something good enough to keep the guests raving about their experience.
Crowley sauntered over before realizing his error. There was no place in the bathroom in which to sit but for the side of the tub... So that was where he landed. Both the glasses landed beside him and with a little effort the cork landed some where on the other side of the room. Apparently it had possessed a very good seal. The wine was poured and a fluted glass handed to Aziraphale.
"Should we drink to not having to sleep on a park bench tonight?"
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Date: 2019-07-21 05:22 pm (UTC)"Oh, bless you. Or curse you. Or... or whatever you prefer. I'm so out of sorts, I can barely keep my head on straight." He can't help but admire Crowley's ridiculous and ridiculously beautiful wings as he sits, all angles and black and looking very theatric. Aziraphale finds himself wanting to nuzzle the small of his back or grace a hand along his thigh. But it's not the first temptation of the type he's had or even the hundredth, so he's well practiced in keeping his hands to himself.
He takes the glass and gave Crowley a wry look.
"If we must." He touches his glass against the Demon's, loving the faint shivery chime and then takes a drink, moaning in faint relief at the taste. It's not the best, but it's so familiar that he can't help but melt a little from it.
"Though really we can't drink to anything. It's a bit like going from being a zoo keeper to living in the monkey cage and having to deal with the fleas and the flinging of...regrettable objects." He makes a face. "On Earth it was different, you know. There but apart. Our own spaces. Our own identities. And not stuck having to listening to monkeys shriek at us all day. Do you know, I'm supposed to be a Prince. I mean--" He flushes slightly. "--the Class or whatever it was. I didn't choose it. That's what he told me. I'm meant to inspire. I thought it was wonderful at the time... Not for being in charge, of course, but I mean it's something I know how to do. But I'm not entirely sure I'm right for the job.
And it is just another job..." He sighs, finishes his wine and holds up his glass. He drinks from it deeply when its refilled and rests his head against the back of the tub, eyeing a row of slender dark feathers.
"And if I must work, I'd rather it be with someone I know who can help me pick off the fleas..." He is sorely tempted to reach out and stroke a feather, but keeps his hands on his glass. "It's part of our pact, isn't it?"
He hopes Crowley understands what he's getting at. That he'd prefer him to stay. That if he must be with anyone, Crowley is the only one he wants to be with. They would share this space wonderfully, he's sure. At least until a time they moved on.
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Date: 2019-07-23 05:42 am (UTC)By this point he wasn't sure if Aziraphale had a weak constitution or if it was just that the magic here was so incompatible with him]
[So.... for now, he gently placed the mirror aside, as he didn't want to chance taking another look to fiddle with the buttons and switch it to audio only then he made an attempt to send a message himself as his mirror recorded a shot of the ceiling]
You're.... probably tiring of hearing me say this..... but..... are you alright? [To which there was likely no response. Not really knowing in which room the other was staying... it was pretty much left to Aziraphale's other acquaintances to come to his aide.]
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Date: 2019-07-23 05:54 am (UTC)Thank you, yes! I am perfectly all right. Well, mostly. You're so kind. [a smile, evident in his voice even if he can't be seen]
You know, I think it went rather well. A bit unexpectedly, but I achieved what I started out to do. Think of what someone with more spark could do.
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Date: 2019-07-24 07:39 am (UTC)Glad to hear it. It was concerning when you .... lost consciousness like that. [In hindsight perhaps he should have done more to locate the man when it happened.]
.................................. [Atem stared blankly at the mirror that was no longer aimed skyward at that next statement though he didn't openly contradict it.] Ha, yes... well.. I suppose... so? [Sounding more like a question than an agreement. Aziraphale had wanted to remove clothes, and he did that.... though all of them hadn't been the intention] It's also a cautionary tale for all of as as we begin our training and try to master our newfound powers.
It doesn't appear as if it takes much for them to be a drain on the body. It's as if the magic here draws directly on the Ba- er soul [Translating for him]- much like the energy required to summon a spiritual monster in my original time. If that's the case, worse could have happened to you than passing out.
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Date: 2019-07-24 08:36 am (UTC)After a moment it strikes him how strange it all is that he slept at all and a sudden striking terror has him bolting upwards, staring around an unfamiliar room and the sun coming in through the open curtains. He remembers very quickly, thoughts piling in one after another and he sorts them all out in appropriate boxes. Here for a job. Reduced to a mortal state, which required sleeping and eating. No miracles except for petty little ones that send him swooning to sleep.
And... He glances at the clothes. His clothes, lying neatly folded at the end of the bed...and on the bed across the way... a bundled of blankets with a patch of red hair sticking out above them.
Crowley...
He must look so sweet when he's sleeping. Aziraphale longs to take a peek. To sit beside him on the bed and touch his shoulder, lean over to see his face.
But that is starting down a road he will not go down so he firms up his resolve and gets out of bed. His legs are steady, but the towel he had wrapped hastily around his waist the last night flops to the floor. Oh well. Pants and trousers on! And oh, they feel nice and warm. Though he'll have to do something about his shirt and vest and coat.
It will make him sleepy, which is a problem. It's a bright fresh morning and there is much to do! So perhaps he will have something to stimulate himself with before he works the miracle. Black tea, perhaps! Or coffee! Since he's feeling particularly daring. He's never actually made coffee, but enjoyed it in so many small cafes, he's sure it won't be a problem.
It is a bit awkward walking around with his top half bare to the world, but then he lets it go with a shrug, imagining himself as some resplendent young man from an Erroll Flynn film. Perhaps the one with the pirates. He wasn't, of course, and was aware of that. But as there was no one awake to think him silly for thinking it, he was going to indulge in this little fantasy as he went into the kitchen.
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Date: 2019-07-25 12:58 am (UTC)It wasn't that he hated mornings it was just that they tended to be so bright and this one in particular had interrupted the best sleep he had experienced since he had been here. It wasn't a high bar really, considering this was only his second evening in this world and the first had been spent out on some lonely train bench but some how it felt more restful than even napping through a century had been. It was a shame it had to come to an end and that he had to get up... but he could put that off for another half an hour or so.
When Crowley finally did stir from his slumber and make his way into the kitchen he was resplendent as well, wearing a loosely fastened pink robe that was far too short for him in both the height and the arm departments as it had been left in the room for it's former female occupant and not for him. His wings didn't fit in the thing either, so they trailed behind the groggy demon as they dragged across the floor.
"Is that coffee?"
The question was asked through the semi-conscious haze of sleep as he set a mug down and practically collapsed onto the table beside it.
"Black as you can make it."
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Date: 2019-07-25 08:37 am (UTC)Well, it just means he will have to work harder to solve the problems here and take them back to where they belonged. Crowley-- well, deserves his sleekness and his Bentley and his Earth, despite that he was a demon and there was a war on and everything. It didn't make sense and certainly no angel would agree, but it was nevertheless the truth.
He clicked his tongue and took a strong sip of his own bitter coffee because he'd forgotten he'd not added any sugar or cream yet. But the caffeine seemed to perk inside him and give him a boost.
"Honestly," he said. "Your poor wings." Moving behind him he stroked gentle fingers over the bathrobe, miracleing in place the seam which would allow Crowley to raise his wings if he wanted before sitting across from him heavily and taking another sip.
"I do wish we weren't so human."
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