a little more inspiration....
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smk_networkIt 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 08:21 am (UTC)Aziraphale! [Happy!]
Come on, it helps to talk these things out? Look, I know he doesn't much like me, but as soon as he's conscious enough to give you all the all-clear, I'mm gonna ditch you both for -- the Doctor. [Shrug!] You're supposed to be all tempting demon, yeah?
[Sly grin.] Consider it a temptation if any of your bosses do get in the way, yeah? That way neither of you have to share a room with someone you don't know anyway. [Besides, you're still on the Angel's bed. She noticed.]
[She snaps her fingers.] Ohhhhh that must be it. He felt obligated to make sure I didn't do any sinnin'...
[Snorts.] Way too late for that one. Bout six or seven years...
[Runs a hand through her hair, how to explain it?]
I dunno, what's the-- [Finger quotes.] "angelic" way about... I was looking for the Doctor for years, I ran away from home yeah, but it's all what, magic and inspiration, right? So he inspires me to be a better person. Soulmates like Michael said. I'm better with him, yeah? Less annoying. [Tongue loll.]
[Although she's not 100% sure that's true given Queen Victoria, there were probably a lot of people Rose and the Doctor annoyed five times more together than individually.] Happier?? [Face scrunch.] Whatever, help me sell it to him. If you want. And you know he won't want to kill you when he wakes up for being a demon in his bed.
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Date: 2019-07-20 08:22 am (UTC)1/2
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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 04:30 pm (UTC)[ So it was only the one century for doughnuts and that was a shame. True they weren't as fancy as eclairs but they had been getting there with all those gourmet doughnut shops popping up everywhere. The era of the salted caramel pretzel doughnut would never make way for the blueberry bourbon basil doughnut.
Unless... well, he had recently discovered the Antichrist, here alive and well... in a fashion. Would putting an end to that older version have any sort of effect on Armageddon? Crowley thought this over, rolling the idea through his mind and wishing Aziraphale were awake so he could go, 'oh hey, found the Antichrist while you were napping,' but no such luck.
Suddenly he paused in his thoughts and leveled an incredulous look at Rose.]
The Doctor is here, that guy you've been hounding me about since we met... giving me all that hell about my look, how I'm not like him, how special perfect and wonderful he is, and he is here? Been here the whole time? And you could have been with him this whole time... And yet you're still sitting there pining for him?
Get out.
[ Trying to tempt him when she couldn't even get herself straight? No. Get out. That was the answer, totally kicking Rose out of her own room... which might have been ruder if she hadn't already said she was leaving. He was just giving her a push, tossing the baby bird out of the nest. If the Doctor is here, go get him.
And he will just stay here. Sitting on the angel's bed and lightly stroking the wing that landed on his lap. It would be fine. Aziraphale wouldn't want to kill him. ]
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Date: 2019-07-20 05:52 pm (UTC)Crwley?
[another blink confirms it]
Oh.
[he flops an arm around the demon's waist as if to keep him there, but maybe it was just an accident. In either case he's back to sleep in a flash]
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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 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-20 06:28 pm (UTC)[you can't argue his logic, that's what's so great about it.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:33 pm (UTC)The Almighty works in mysterious ways. [grape] And that is ineffable. [so you can kiss his ass]
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:39 pm (UTC)[he'll just go ahead and make a 'w' with both hands.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:42 pm (UTC)What a wicked fiend you are.
[grape.]
[he could explain that pride was only a sin in excess and there was nothing wrong with feeling pleased with oneself for a job well done when it was for the sake and benefit of others. But he isn't obligated to and so he won't]
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:51 pm (UTC)Has anyone told you two very important words? Ya basic.
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:27 pm (UTC)smugpleased with the direction this conversation was taking.But then he was taken a bit aback]
Basic? What is that supposed to mean? [an insult, certainly, but not one he's ever heard]
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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 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-20 07:45 pm (UTC)Are we done here?
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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: 2019-07-21 01:28 am (UTC)She does get up though, and move towards the door, her things are pretty much already gathered and ready to go.]
Aziraphale.
Real talk. How do you feel about me moving out, and Crowley moving in, and me leavin' the two of you alone right now?
It's not a sacrifice, I want to. The man I love is here. But I didn't want to leave you unconscious if you're actually normally at war with the demon or something, yeah?
And remember. Neither of your bosses are here. You're free to do what you want.
Not here, but mirrors might show it
Date: 2019-07-21 01:31 am (UTC)[That's brilliant! And Rose is dying of laughter about it.]
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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 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-21 02:07 am (UTC)[ Demonic shrug as he looks over his shoulder at Rose. ]
Take my word for it?