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Follows this.

They couldn't just teleport themselves there. Any miracles, demonic or otherwise, would attract too much attention. No, Crowley was actually going to have to sit there, plugging their information into an online search engine, and do it all manually. Fluctuating airline prices were demonic work, and right now a trip to Japan was over six thousand pounds more expensive than if he had bought it three days earlier, which was totally outrageous. Crowley didn't know a lot about money except what it made men do to each other, he'd never had to. But now, making money appear out of nothing could turn the wrong eye on them if he wasn't careful.

Luckily, he had quite a few credit cards that never needed paying or had a limit on them. They would work in a pinch for a moment like this. He didn't know if that sort of perk-of-being-a-demon could ever be taken away from him, but he hoped not.

The flight itself was a long one, and Crowley settled himself in for it by making sure they were flying at least first class. That way they could see everyone coming at them and have a few glasses of wine on the journey.

"I don't think they know about these passports," Crowley says. "They might, but I doubt it. I had them made back during the last World War, just kept them in good condition."

The second World War was something that Crowley took responsibility for, but he hated every moment of it, and what his side did to make it worse made him sick. He was more than prepared to hide away if he needed to when things went wrong back then. And, at the time, he had also created a passport for Aziraphale, in case he wanted to come along. No other reason for that, he told himself.

Date: 2019-10-21 11:42 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Listening, serious (Hmm.)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
There is something to say about the angel, which he doesn't himself realize: despite all the risks he takes when he's cornered and feels like there's absolutely no other way around a situation, at least he gets results. And the result, in this case, had been a discorporated Duke, an extension on their rate of survival, and a nasty scar to remember everything by.

They did, at least, find their way to relative safety and had a rather...thorough series of intimate moments, so he'd count most of it on the positive. Much better than expected, considering their last few months.

He hums mutely. "I've never quite been much for sleeping." He idly reaches a hand to gently brush a few loose hairs away from Crowley's brow. "But I do suppose I could give it a try."

Less for the sleep, and more for just a couple of hours of rest, of nothing, after how chaotic everything's been. As long as they can remain in each other's arms.

Date: 2019-10-23 08:36 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Listening, serious (Hmm.)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
The expression on the angelโ€™s face is soft and gently thoughtful. As emotions settle down into a comfortable quiet, he truly does appreciate this as a space made their own. Everything feels a little lighter. Everything feels a little fuzzier. He doesnโ€™t remember any time he really felt like this.

He thinks about the question, looking in the middle distance for a moment, a hand resting on Crowleyโ€™s back and his thumb gently brushing against the skin.

โ€œWell, I havenโ€™t actually...slept in a rather long time.โ€ Always found something to do. Some other way to spend his time. โ€œSo I canโ€™t remember the last time Iโ€™ve dreamt. But I assume itโ€™s...possible.โ€

Date: 2019-10-23 09:23 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Smiling (Cute)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
The angel listens curiously as he lists his dreams, and the last one makes him tut, but not without a barely contained amused smile.

"That would be a bit much, I think." No, it wouldn't. But he has an image to maintain.

He takes a nice deep breath through his noise, ending in a calm sigh, and rests his head back on the bed. Not sleeping, not yet, just thoughtful.

" I do wonder", he starts vaguely. "What it will take for them to finally leave us be."

Date: 2019-10-23 09:47 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Listening, serious (Hmm.)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
Well, to be fair, Aziraphale doesn't think of himself as someone anyone could be afraid of, either, which does leave them at the same level.

He always assumed Crowley was better at that sort of thing. Not that he thinks Crowley himself is that intimidating, but it has more to do with the airs one can keep. His whole dark and mysterious image could probably be used to that nature, Aziraphale thinks. Sometimes he wishes he could do something like that.

(He did have some fun with it during the trial, however.)

He glances, and moves to comfortably wrap an arm around Crowley's slender figure.

"It would." Said just as vaguely, as he tries to think of something that could be used that way. "Though I'd have to admit that I did believe that would have been it."

Date: 2019-10-23 09:58 pm (UTC)
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While his eyes are kept to the ceiling, there's an unmistakable smile that he tries to mute, just a little. He did do that, didn't he?

"Oh, well." That had been a terrible moment, but he's so very glad it worked. "It was more of an-- well, an accident, really."

It is true that they don't have much. They had hid before, but, now, they're targets. But they have their millennia of experience on the planet, they know they way around it. And, more importantly, they have each other, and they will always have each other's back.
salutosinedelectat: Serious, listening, upset, sad (Hold me.)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
The angel turns his head to look at him, as the comment about hashtags soars right over his head.

"I'm not quite sure what they could do if we did." Which isn't a comment on the strength or kindness of mankind, but in worry of what might happen to them if Heaven and Hell did come down and declared war against, well, everything and everyone.

The thought begins to make itself comfortable, right next to the one about their own chances. He looks lost in thought again.

"If Heaven and Hell did did somehow stand together against all of us, I..."

He trails off, unsure whether he really wants to finish that thought.

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Date: 2019-10-23 10:29 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Neutral, serious (Subtle)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
Aziraphale remembers Michael walking in with the holy water. The spectacle of it all, the trial, the Lords, the audience, Michael. If it hadn't been for the situation at hand, the casual manner in which all the exchanges happened would have you believe you were watching an tense exchange between-- well, colleagues. Which is a terrifying thought.

Nearing that edge and staring down that spiral he's called home soon after this all began, he looks at Crowley again and considers the slight change of subject.

And he looks at the ceiling again. There's a couple of more seconds of silence than necessary, as happens with most difficult subjects.

"I would believe so." They were Her creation. Most things were Her creation, but they had been different. They were special. And she didn't take kindly when that first was put into into question by those who were to become the first Fallen. "She certainly had dedicated a lot of Her attention on them."

But, Plans? Oh, Aziraphale has learned the hard way, the hardest way, to finally accept that none of them know Her plans.

Date: 2019-10-23 11:16 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Sad, upset, nervous, scared (Well this sucks.)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
The hand resting against his chest is subtly fidgety, certainly the more he thinks about it all.

"You do have a point." A beat. "But we all know that interpretations of Her Plan may...vary." Not an easy thing to say out loud, still.

"The moment the Great Plan was adverted, the systems that were in place ever since this all began suddenly became dust in the wind." He remembers the moment he finally had to face the Plan, and he remembers it clearly. Metatron looking down at him with indifference. And he had six thousand years to know the Earth and it's inhabitants - even he can't imagine what those that didn't have the exposure he did felt the moment everything was pulled out from under them.

Which, you know, doesn't really make up for the fact that they're trying to murder them. Again. Repeatedly. It just makes things more complicated.

"Who knows what they may come up with next."

For as much as he appreciates not being tethered to Heaven as he once was, he can't afford himself the blind certainty he had then, the certainty that everything was right and everything would be okay. And he's trying very hard not to focus on that void.

Date: 2019-10-24 02:11 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Sad, talking, serious (Hate right now)
From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
Aziraphale turns his head to face him again. Crowley, always, always, as he has been this whole time, puts an emphasis on protecting the angel. Aziraphale does, of course, appreciate it - it makes his chest flutter, it makes his heart soar, it makes him feel loved and cared for in ways heโ€™s never felt before now. But it also terrifies him. It scares him to think the demon might put himself in danger to save him. Heโ€™s said and implied as much, all the way back in that motel room, to earlier in the evening - is it still evening? He canโ€™t tell what time it is -, and, as hypocritical of him as it might be, the angel canโ€™t stand the idea that he may ever get hurt, or worse, for him.

Crowley says something else, about their uniqueness and advantages, but the angel keeps on thinking, keeps on looking at him, eventually reaching his free hand to touch the side of Crowleyโ€™s face.

Crowley. The demon. Hereditary enemy turned friend, best friend. Companion. Turned...so much more.

Date: 2019-10-26 11:27 pm (UTC)
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Constants. They are each others constant. And while it's been incredibly obvious for a very long time, there was also a very long time where Aziraphale didn't face what that really meant for them. He almost threw it all away because he didn't know where he stood. But he does now, even if he's still learning to consolidate being who he is, with what he is, where he is. But he's always been a little different from his kin, always bent the rules a little, so it's not like the difference is as extreme as it could be. And Crowley, Crowley's always been there with him, specially when he was not himself, not yet.

A gentle, lingering kiss. He pulls back after a few seconds, keeping his hand on the side of Crowley's face, looking into his eyes. Not searching, no, he knows what's in there, he's seen into his soul now. But he still looks, and he hopes his own sincerity rings clear.

"We will make it." In this moment, he can believe it. He can begin to believe that, if Crowley helps him.

Date: 2019-10-26 11:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] salutosinedelectat
If he knew, Aziraphale would probably have trouble encouraging him to do so. They haven't talked about it, but he's come to terms over the Almighty perhaps being a bit too distant nowadays - even to angels. Even to those who believe they're doing Her will. But there's barely a chance he'd ever see Crowley like that.

He smiles faintly, softly, when Crowley reassures him. That's all he needs for now, all he needs to hear to keep it together for a little while longer. He's happy with what they've found; unearthed, really, to use a more accurate term, as it's been there for quite some time.

He brushes his thumb over Crowley's cheek and lingers, before letting go and shifting until he's on his side, resting an arm over his middle.

Date: 2019-10-26 11:52 pm (UTC)
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How long have they waited? Barely at all, in Aziraphale's case. Mostly because he never thought it possible, until very recently, if that. But life is full of surprises, it seems, no matter how long it's been.

He rests his head against Crowley's shoulder, feeling warm and Cody and close. Even for someone who dedicated to comfort, he's never even dreamed of this. He quite likes it.

He glances up with a smile. "I would think you have enough of me in your waking hours."
Edited Date: 2019-10-26 11:53 pm (UTC)

Date: 2019-11-01 02:06 am (UTC)
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Good for the both of them, it seems, as Aziraphale's mind seems to have finally taken a moment to rest, finding himself in the demon's embrace, sharing extended moments, emotions, each other and themselves, when everything seems to have finally quieted down after a brutally hellish night. And while he would have happily avoided all of the less-than-positive aspects of it, he would still do them all again if that would led him here once more.

He rests a soft hand on the demon's chest, falling into quiet thought after a fond and appreciative smile. Not quite attempting to sleep yet, though he might as well get to that soon if he's to do that at all, the angel thinks.

"What would you like to do, tomorrow?" Today, whatever day it is, whenever they wake up. The overly casual question comes idly, as he lets his mind wander about more pleasant concepts, such as sightseeing and restaurants.

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