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- lunchbreaks - @hello, text
- featherknives - After the flying lesson;
- featherknives - CW: blood, gore, impending death; 28th of November
- lunchbreaks - November 30th 1/? voice
- inthenightmods - (no subject)
- lunchbreaks - IN PERSON
- featherknives - On 25th
- luxoraculi - Backdated to the 25th
- lunchbreaks - left on his pillow for when you get back like next month
- worthallthis - As of February 5
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Date: 2019-09-02 04:03 pm (UTC)You can't write. You want the snake to fix it?
What did you do that you can't write?
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Date: 2019-09-04 01:18 am (UTC)All right, angel.
Go down to the bottom of the screen, there should be a little button that says "ABC". Press on that.
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Date: 2019-09-04 02:22 am (UTC)Thank you.
Yours,
Aziraphale.
After the flying lesson;
Date: 2019-10-31 02:06 am (UTC)Inside of it, she had left one of her prized possessions, properly sharpened in case he ever needs to use it and tied with a purple ribbon at the bottom, with a small note that has only "Thank you" on it.
After sealing the envelope, she puts it in the little mailbox in front of the house and flees the "scene of the crime" before she gets caught.
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Date: 2019-10-31 02:13 am (UTC)This is supposed to be a thank you, but Crowley feels like he's the one who should be saying thanks.
He tucks the feather dagger into his breast pocket, the one opposite where he keeps Aziraphale's feather. He's not being sentimental, he tells himself. Just good sense to remain armed in a crazy place like this one.
CW: blood, gore, impending death; 28th of November
Date: 2019-12-01 04:47 am (UTC)It was a pain, all too familiar, never forgotten, always in the back of her mind. It returned, searing, piercing through her abdomen and surging up as the creature lifted her all too easily off the ground. Back then, she stared Zed dead in the eyes with burning hatred; now she stares into the cold, dark November sky as the creature drags her away from the Inn, leaving a trail of her blood along the way.
She couldn't move- she tried to get off, but the more she squirmed, the further the cut went up her torso. All she could hope for is for the creature to drop her somewhere on the path so she can try and crawl back. And the creature did drop her- but not where she hoped.
Her scream now rang through empty woods as the spikes pierced her- one through the already made wound, one through the shoulder and third one through her thigh. He coughed and choked up on her blood as she still tried to move and reach for her device. She was a fighter, she didn't want to go out like this, not like this-
Her fingers are slippery from the blood as she turned on the device- she didn't even try to type and instantly went to voice message.
"C...Crowly..." speaking was hard with all this blood in her mouth but she forced herself to cough and take a breath so she can speak. "c-come... f-find me... th..ey... got...me..." heavy coughing interrupts her speech and a sob rises up to her throat, "p-ple...ase... I...don't... don't wanna... don't wanna die... not- not like........ th...is..."
The sound that follows was her dropping the device down on the ground next to her, but the message is still recording. Soft gasps and coughs as the light in her lantern becomes weaker and weaker each second. The last thing the device records is a quiet "...it's...cold..."
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Date: 2019-12-01 04:56 am (UTC)"Xayah, where are you? Tell me where you are! I can come to you, I can find you."
What's happened? Has she been attacked? She was just at the Invincible, he just saw her. He turns and starts towards the woods, then turns and rushes back towards the Invincible. He needs light. He needs backup.
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Date: 2019-12-01 05:06 am (UTC)Turning head to look around is impossible. Her neck is stiff, her hands, legs, face growing colder and colder every minute. She wants to speak- let her speak- but her voice fails her. All she can do is cough again. And again. And again.
Last time, she had Rakan next to her. She had his voice ringing in her ears. Now she has cold wind and sound of her own blood dripping everywhere, the rustle of the forest. She was cold for another few moments and then- it stopped. It stopped being cold, it stopped hurting. A numbness like no other overflowed her as she stared at the night sky.
He's not coming... no one is coming.
She's alone. She always was.
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Date: 2019-12-01 05:15 am (UTC)Crowley stands, staring at his tablet. She's not responding. She's not responding and he has no idea where she is. She could be anywhere. She could be absolutely anywhere. He looks out to the darkness of the woods, where all of the vicious monsters are. She was out there for some reason, and now she's---
Well, now she's----
And the last thing they did was fight. Crowley didn't even get a chance to buy her a drink and tell her she was probably wrong.
He turns his head and looks out to the Lighthouse. This has to stop. He's going to stop it.
November 30th 1/? voice
Date: 2019-12-02 03:08 am (UTC)2/?
Date: 2019-12-02 03:08 am (UTC)And how dare you bring Luna into this!
3/?
Date: 2019-12-02 03:10 am (UTC)Please call me back so I know you've gotten this message.
I'm not-- I swear-- I swear I'm not cross with you.
4/?
Date: 2019-12-02 03:12 am (UTC)Or -- I won't call again, just so we don't miss each other. Please.
5/? 3 minutes later
Date: 2019-12-02 03:15 am (UTC)I don't see you in the sky, are you flying quite close to the tree line?
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Date: 2019-12-02 03:21 am (UTC)I should've never trusted you! And Luna! If you don't come back, at the very least have some decency and return her, you ruinous fool! You absolute worm of a snake, you, you--
DONE
Date: 2019-12-02 03:28 am (UTC)Crowley. I've come to understand the inevitable. But I'll be - I'm waiting for you. If you get these, wherever you are. I'll be at the church. I'm so sorry, my dear, but they tell me you'll be brought back here. I won't let you burn again, that you can be certain, though if you receive this, please remember to have your wings out in case I don't manage to catch you in time.
Will you - just, please - forget what I've said.
Just.
[ There's a pause for crying, sniffles. ]
Oh, listen to me, I'm a mess.
Please come home. I miss you quite terribly.
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Date: 2019-12-17 04:59 am (UTC)THANK YOU FOR PURCHASING two (2) HINT(S) FROM DR. SCHICKSAL'S HINT-O-MATIC. YOUR PAYMENT HAS BEEN PROCESSED.
[1. All his fingernails fall off.
2. He can't keep any food down until the next full moon.]
IN PERSON
Date: 2019-12-23 10:27 pm (UTC)Inside, Crowley might find this sweater but also underneath, a slinky floor-length black dress. It seems to be embellished all over with tiny beads that have been, perhaps, miracled into looking slightly nicer. It almost appears to be cut out of night sky. ]
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Date: 2019-12-24 12:22 am (UTC)As for the sweater----oh, he must love Aziraphale, because he's going to figure out some time to wear this hideous thing, too.]
On 25th
Date: 2019-12-26 12:55 pm (UTC)So, instead, there's a big bottle of tequila at the porch, with a necklace looking thing wrapped around it. It looks kind of rough, both the leather of the necklace and the rock- she spent a good amount of time trying to make the shiny stone she found look smooth. Apologies if it isn't. There's a note tied to it too, that said. "Happy holidays. Don't get too wasted. X"
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Date: 2019-12-27 02:02 am (UTC)He grins at the bottle of tequila. He knows exactly who he's sharing this with---even if she is the one who gave it to him.
Backdated to the 25th
Date: 2019-12-27 05:06 am (UTC)It simply reads:
'To my dear friend Crowley. While I am not entirely sure this is to your taste, I do hope that you manage to enjoy them and that they find you in good spirits and health. We've not known each other long, but you are one of my dearest friends and I am so glad to know you. I would ask your forgiveness, dear, this holiday is not one I've heard of, though we do have something very similar during the winter solstice at home.
Just in case you find yourself disliking the pastries, I've put another little treat underneath them. Something I happen to know you will enjoy.
Yours,
Lunafreya'
Underneath the pastries? A little bottle of rum. Go nuts with it, Crowley. ]
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Date: 2019-12-30 11:48 pm (UTC)He tries to eat one, but the curse from the Hint-O-Matic is still in full effect, and he can't keep any food down at all. Shame. He'll share them with Aziraphale before they go stale.
The rum, however, will be saved until his stomach is more cooperative.]
left on his pillow for when you get back like next month
Date: 2020-01-29 12:43 am (UTC)My Dearest Crowley,
You have been now asleep for several weeks; please do not be alarmed if I am not present when you wake. Be home soon.
Love always,
Aziraphale. ]
As of February 5
Date: 2020-02-04 08:14 am (UTC)