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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.
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.
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Date: 2019-10-21 11:42 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-10-23 12:41 am (UTC)And that would mean less time with Aziraphale. He can't imagine sleeping away this time right now.
"Do you ever dream?" he asks. "Best part of sleeping, the dreaming part."
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Date: 2019-10-23 08:36 pm (UTC)He thinks about the question, looking in the middle distance for a moment, a hand resting on Crowleyโs back and his thumb gently brushing against the skin.
โWell, I havenโt actually...slept in a rather long time.โ Always found something to do. Some other way to spend his time. โSo I canโt remember the last time Iโve dreamt. But I assume itโs...possible.โ
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Date: 2019-10-23 08:58 pm (UTC)Crowley often dreams about being an angel, which is sometimes disconcerting. He dreams about the life before, of being a questioner, of being one who sort of vaguely sauntered into his life as a demon. He's never been bad enough to be evil, but Aziraphale has always been too good to be an angel. What a strange pair they must seem to be to the ones chasing them.
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Date: 2019-10-23 09:23 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2019-10-23 09:37 pm (UTC)He looks at Aziraphale. All white curls and blue eyes and softness. Hard for him to think of the angel as someone anyone could be afraid of. Crowley has always thought of Aziraphale as someone he associates with comfort and...well...home, really. Being safe. Crowley's made lots of people afraid in his time. None of his superiors, mind, but that's because he doesn't really go in for the scary parts of being a demon.
"Be nice if we had something to hold over them, something that would put us at an advantage."
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Date: 2019-10-23 09:47 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2019-10-23 09:52 pm (UTC)They didn't have anything. No weapons, no abilities that their enemies didn't have or have better than them, and they were basically surrounded on all ends. All they had was their knowledge of Earth, which their superiors didn't have. And oh, but they did know Earth very well. Crowley loved Earth and everything about it. Their superiors still hand-write notes to each other while Crowley was hacking into emails and inventing the selfie.
"Still, they'll be talking downstairs about how you discorporated a Duke of Hell," he adds. "Not a small feat, angel."
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Date: 2019-10-23 09:58 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2019-10-23 10:07 pm (UTC)He can't help his smile. Aziraphale saved himself in that moment, and saved Crowley. If he weren't already madly enamoured by the stupid angel before, his bravery certainly turned up the enamoured-ness a few notches.
He thinks for a moment about where they are, and what they know. They're experts on Earth, at least as far as the other angels and demons are, and their fighting ground is here, on Earth.
"Do you think we could get the humans to help?" he asks. "Turn the tides a bit in our favor? Send a few hashtags against them to keep them out of our way?"
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Date: 2019-10-23 10:16 pm (UTC)"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 10:19 pm (UTC)Then again, it might not. He remembers seeing the demon walk up with Hellfire for Aziraphale's execution. They seemed so pleased to be working together for that brief moment. He cant imagine what it was like in Hell with all that Holy Water. And they thought it was perfectly normal to behave that way.
"Humans are God's favorites, aren't they?" Crowley adds. "She made them. She wouldn't want them fought for something that isn't one of her Plans."
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Date: 2019-10-23 10:29 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-10-23 10:49 pm (UTC)It wouldn't even be that hard, Crowley thinks. A few choice photographs of Hastur sent out with a hashtag like #pantygrabber or something obnoxious like that and he wouldn't be able to skulk anywhere without being harassed. He'd be a laughingstock downstairs too, which is always a plus in Crowley's mind.
"It's our biggest advantage. We know humans and they don't."
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Date: 2019-10-23 11:16 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2019-10-23 11:37 pm (UTC)He almost lost Aziraphale tonight, and that thought hasn't left him. Aziraphale saved them both because Crowley couldn't move fast enough, but that won't happen again. He will be smarter, next time. Faster. He'll use everything he has to keep the angel safe. He thinks about the skills he has, the things he can do and there has to be something to keep them alive.
"We're unique, you and I," he says. "They won't know what to expect from us, and we have to keep that to our advantage."
Crowley can do things that demons can't. He can love. He can heal. He can make humans bond and move together. He can do it again.
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Date: 2019-10-24 02:11 pm (UTC)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 Crowleyโs face.
Crowley. The demon. Hereditary enemy turned friend, best friend. Companion. Turned...so much more.
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Date: 2019-10-26 11:04 pm (UTC)He would do anything for Aziraphale and he knows it. There's no fear there, not really. He'd fight for him, he'd die for him, and he'd do it all with a saunter to his hips and a smirk on his lips because Aziraphale deserved to have someone who would. He's been a mess of emotions for Aziraphale for centuries---longer even---and he's not even remotely sorry for it.
They'll get out of this somehow. He'll work out a plan, he always does. They'll figure this out together.
Heaven and Hell come and go from his life. Aziraphale is his one constant. He's not giving him up.
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Date: 2019-10-26 11:27 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-10-26 11:32 pm (UTC)Crowley isn't one to pray, not when he's certain his words are falling on deaf ears, but he would, for Aziraphale. For what they've found together. He'd pray that they could make it out of this. That some sort of a solution, an escape would present itself to them. It would have to, wouldn't it? She couldn't just leave them, not if the demon actually prayed.
Maybe he will, when Aziraphale is sleeping. Maybe he'll properly prostrate himself in front of the Almighty for Aziraphale's sake. That would be a laugh, wouldn't it? One of the Fallen, begging for some sort of guidance for the sake of love?
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Date: 2019-10-26 11:40 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-10-26 11:45 pm (UTC)He reaches out, touching Aziraphale's shoulder and stretching his fingers across the skin there.
"Might as well not even sleep," he says with a small, teasing smile. "I'll just dream about you."
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Date: 2019-10-26 11:52 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2019-10-27 12:06 am (UTC)No, Aziraphale is like a shot of espresso when Crowley is very tired. Or a beam of sunshine when he wanted somewhere to curl up and take a nap. He could never tire of him. Not now, not even 6000 years ago. He'll always bring something new and interesting to the table.
He wraps an arm around the angel, embracing him as he lays on his shoulder. Heaven doesn't have a damn thing on this, he thinks. Lying in a five-star AirBNB with his best friend---his companion---his lover----Aziraphale in his arms with one hell of a killer afterglow was all Crowley needed.
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Date: 2019-11-01 02:06 am (UTC)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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