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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: 2020-01-12 03:03 am (UTC)Well, here they are now. Free, but wanted. But, most importantly, finally, together in ways they hadn't been until now.
The smile that blooms on the angel's face is bright and sweet. Crowley's words resonate in ways that threaten to stick for a very, very long time, to bring him comfort even in the darkest moments that may come ahead.
"Crowley..." He utters in a sweet, loving tone.
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Date: 2020-01-12 03:18 am (UTC)The miracle of finding this airbnb, the place being a perfect hideout, all of it, it won't last forever. They'll have to go out, they'll have to find other places to hide, they'll need to get back to living their lives again. They can't stay here forever.
But Crowley, looking at that smile on Aziraphale's face, could easily stay here for a long, long time, just looking at him. Drinking in his presence, feeling him there, close. They could just stay in this bedroom, go back to bed, and pretend that their problems didn't exist at all. Maybe deal with them in August or something.
"We'll find anything you want," he says. "Take the tour of Japan."
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Date: 2020-01-12 04:07 am (UTC)They love the world. And they love each other. They deserve the freedom to enjoy both, together.
He admires the demon for a little bit longer, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. "We'll find our way around."
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Date: 2020-01-12 04:13 am (UTC)And they could have that, he thinks. They could just be two beings, enjoying their time together in a country they haven't been to in a while. Seeing the sights. Taking in the food and the culture. They could have that.
If it wasn't for the anger of their sides. Because they didn't like how Aziraphale and Crowley did the right thing. They didn't like how much the two of them loved each other.
Well, for all Crowley cared, they could go fuck themselves. He was going to enjoy every moment he had with Aziraphale.
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Date: 2020-01-12 04:02 pm (UTC)He's gazing softly into those yellow eyes and he could really just call them home.
Another kiss, a quick one, and another fond stroke of his thumbs over Crowley's cheeks. "Why don't we start with breakfast and...see where the day takes us?"