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 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 04:07 am (UTC)[Snorts.]
[Mutters about big baby.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 04:10 am (UTC)Probably don't need to tell you to mind the wings, but I'm guessin, you're not used to them either? Sooooo... ah, stomach... [Bites her bottom lip and hesitates. She can't just just trust the stupid angel to Crowley without knowing anything more than that he's got the same face as the Doctor and wings like the angel so...]
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Date: 2019-07-20 04:23 am (UTC)You're on wing duty. Make sure his don't get caught in the doorway. And don't step on mine!
[ Farthest from the door, right. It would be! Crowley led the way, with this napping angel on his shoulders, and sat on the proper bed once they arrived so Aziraphale could be peeled off and safely placed in it. Stupid angel. Crowley thought as he roughly pulled back the sheets and then far more softly tucked them in over the angel's body. ]
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Date: 2019-07-20 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-20 04:29 am (UTC)[Follows along behind, and she caught that tucking in Crowley!!]
So are you two... [Boyfriends. Well, they weren't human. Lovers?? Might be insulting. And make Rose gag. Friends? No. Know each other from before was obvious. And interesting that the mirror did that. Her and the Doctor, these two, she wondered if anyone else knew each other, and why no Eleanor for Michael.] Mates?
[Tosses another blanket to Crowley to keep the angel warm, if he wanted.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 04:34 am (UTC)We're loosely affiliated business colleges, entirely Professional.
[ With a capitol 'P'. He couldn't help but smirk again as he doubted that would have been the way Aziraphale would have said it after all... and the second blanket was tucked like the first. ]
I tempt people and he tries to thwart me. Sort of the whole angel, demon... thing.
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Date: 2019-07-20 04:53 am (UTC)Riiiiiight. So you're a demon?
[ARCHES EYEBROW.] What do you tempt people with? Is this face just for me? Because the Doctor changes. And he's already got his older face here, and I'm partial to it, so you needn't bother. [And blimey, if she was tempted by anyone to notice blokes other than the Doctor, it was definitely Michael, and she's mostly certain Crowley can't take credit for that, it's just Michael being derpy, and Rose's own weaknesses.] Besides, the ginger hair? [Gestures with her hand above her own hair.] Looks kind of daft to me.
[Folds her arms.] Why are you bothering with the sunglasses anyway? This isn't like a possessed body-form, right? Do you just naturally have red eyes and --
[Drops her arms and makes sort of voodoo gestures with her hands.] Mark o' the beast in your eyes or something? [Snaps fingers.] Or is that only for possession? OR only for that one demon? [She's basically steamrolling talking to herself now.] Or Satan I guess.
[Arm fold and glares at him suspiciously.] Okay, I won't be fooled though! First sign of breathing fire and talking about how you are the darkness and the destruction and will wreak havoc, I'll kick you and make it hurt. You're warned. [Growl growl growl.]
[Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.] I can't leave an angel alone with a demon. [Facepalm.] This bites. I'm going to bite that stupid jerk devil if this was all his stupid revenge. [Bared teeth. She means it.] He messed up letting me find the Doctor again after all this, let me tell you that! [Growl growl growl.] So you just --
[A blink.] Wait, you're both cut off from your... bosses here, yeah? [Bites her thumb.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 05:11 am (UTC)Then something the lady said sent his black wings into a defensive flare. ]
I'm not some kind of succubus! I don't go around stealing people's faces just to fool their disgruntled girlfriends!
[ Huff! Really! Could the girl be more insulting! ]
I'm more of a big picture demon. Knock down a power grid in the middle of a summer heat wave and sit back while you humans are terrible to each other. That sort of thing. I can't help that I vaguely resemble some one you once knew.
[ He looked over his shoulder at Rose. ]
And why can't you? I've been alone with him before.
[ Crowley shrugged and looked back to the sleeping angel. ]
But it does seem that way. I haven't heard from anyone from my side. I doubt he has heard from anyone from Heaven.
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Date: 2019-07-20 05:16 am (UTC)That's mean! [Huff.] Even Shakespeare said heat made people more murderous.
[Flomps on her own bed, watching suspiciously, though clearly Crowley is head over heels in love with Aziraphale... God if Rose knows why or how. But then, Rose can't explain her love for the Doctor, so eh.] Because then I'd have to trust you.
So you're free now, yeah? [Leans on one elbow.]
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Date: 2019-07-20 05:27 am (UTC)[ The words were almost whispered under his breath. ]
Picking on my look like I have any resemblance to this Doctor guy...
[ Anyway the one he met was tall and grey haired, no idea if they exchanged names and Crowley would actually know he had met the guy or not but... they did look nothing alike. ]
And of course it's mean! I'm a demon. I'm supposed to be out there doing no good. A demon can get into trouble for not doing evil.
[ Crowley shrugged, using the action to work out some of the angel carrying kinks in his neck. ]
Free in the sense that we have been kidnapped and conscripted to fight in some one else's war, that kind of free.
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Date: 2019-07-20 05:33 am (UTC)And I didn't pick on you for looking like the Doctor, I'm picking on you for not BEING the Doctor. Totally different!
[Hops off the bed, and prowls around to the other side of the room and sits on the floor all sulky and arms folded, back to the wall, clearly making sure Crowley knows she's watching him.]
Do you like existing?
[Blandly, arms folded, very suspicious watching. There's a huge problem with this plan. Crowley being an immortal has way more patience than Rose -- probably. She sighs all annoyed. And re-reads the Apprentice Manual.] Hey. [Super quietly. And sideglance.] Can you help me get his name right? [Pink cheeks and just hides her face in her hands.] I know it's important to him, but I'm just... really awful with it, but I don't mean to be, yeah?
[It's a test too. How much Crowley cares about Aziraphale in a much broader sense, the way he says he does temptations.]
You can practice inspiring me... without going naked like Dafty Duck here.
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Date: 2019-07-20 05:55 am (UTC)[ The big bad demon childishly protested. ]
It's exactly the same thing. You are upset that I'm not him so suddenly my hair is the wrong color and my eyes are too demonic...
[ Demonic eye roll. There was a reason he wore shades even inside of buildings. ]
What kind of question is that, do I like existing!? Do YOU like existing?
I'd rather exist than not exist.
[ Crowley remained where he was, sitting on the edge of the bed so he could occasionally sneak little peeks at the angel's sleeping face, but he turned just enough to also be able to keep an eye on Rose sitting by the wall. Up until now she hadn't been too violent with him but she had punched him! So who knew when that might change. ]
Aziraphale.
[ The name was spoken easily, having been said more times than he could remember over the centuries. ]
You're wrong in thinking I would inspire you. Demons tempt, angels are meant to inspire.
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:05 am (UTC)And your hair is your wrong color for your skin! My Dad's got red hair. And one of the most brilliant women I've ever met does too! Red hair's great, it just looks ridiculous on you. And the black makes you look like you're just wanting to pull off Hades' fire hair. The Doctor's hair matches his eyes in that face. And generally brown puppydog in general. It's very cute. A cute lie, because like I said, he's way scarier than you could ever be.
Obviously I like existing, that's why I fought back against all the corroding timelines to try to get back to the universe where I was born and find the Doctor. I mean... yanno. Fight the darkness. [ :| ] Shut up.
Azzyree-fail.
All right, what's your... [Waves a hand.] class, yeah? Unless it's secret, but it determines the types of magics, yeah?
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:22 am (UTC)[ Really there was only one person's opinion that mattered at all to him and Aziraphale was still sleeping. ]
And you are hopeless with names. It's not that hard
Ah-ze-ra-fell.
[ Crowley spoke each syllable slowly as if instructing a child. ]
What are you driving at? What does it matter what sort of magic I supposedly have?
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Date: 2019-07-20 06:36 am (UTC)Uh--zeer-ay-fella. Fell.
See usually I can almost cheat and say almost anything, and the TARDIS translates it for me. [Shrug.]
It doesn't. I'm just not leaving you alone with him until I'm certain it's safe. You're the one who keeps pointing out how wicked and hellacious you are. It's a Catch-22 you know? If you succeed, then I'll have to protect 'im. If you fail... actually then you're all set! Because like we said, there's no bosses here to pretend for, is there?
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:05 am (UTC)And without a TARDIS here, whatever that was, you will have to learn how to do it on your own.
[ Crowley shrugged and showed the lady his empty hands. ]
He's safe!
[ A beat. ]
As long as he's asleep... bit of a danger to himself really.
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:11 am (UTC)Ah-zeer-ay-fell.
Definitely a danger to himself. He didn't even come back last night. All because he didn't want to share a room with a human. And I told him I could go crash on my -- the Doctor's couch, and I'm used to roughing it, and I'm used to sleeping, unlike you two, but noooooooo. Is he always this daft?
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:32 am (UTC)Closer, but there should still be more 'r' in it.
[ Didn't come back last night... The stupid sleeping angel was given a glare. He could understand that if Rose were a psychopath like some one else he could have named but just being human? ]
Yeah, always. Probably thought he was doing it for the 'greater good' or something. This whole roommate situation has been a real nightmare.
[ That last line being something he was sure the angel would say if he were awake. ]
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Date: 2019-07-20 07:41 am (UTC)Ah-zir-a-fell.
[Head tilt.] What happened?
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Date: 2019-07-20 08:06 am (UTC)[ Good question, he couldn't remember when the things were invented.
Thinking that over was set aside for a brief flash of excitement as she nailed it! The name sounded almost perfect now! ]
That! Now all you have to do is say it more quickly.
[ Sleeping who knows where. Aziraphale. If only he had known... They might have shared a train bench. Professionally. ]
It doesn't matter.
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Date: 2019-07-20 08:12 am (UTC)