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[goodtobebad]

Yes, yes, say it louder so they can all hear.

[ He waves an irritable hand. ]

Thought you'd be happy to know that.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ The angel smiles affectionately. ]

I am.

I think it's...nice of you.

[ Ah, forbidden words. ]

[goodtobebad]

Well... there you go.

[ See? He's not even denying it. ]

I want to scare them, not destroy them.

[salutosinedelectat]

I would say you've done a fantastic job at that.

[ By how absolutely the energy changes when Crowley's doing his gardening.

Sometimes Aziraphale can hear him from the shop. And so can the errant customer.



He thinks for a moment, like he's deciding on whether or not he should say this. He takes a short breath.]

I was just...wondering. About what you said.

[goodtobebad]

About what?

[ He raises an eyebrow. Aziraphale is going to have to do the work here. He said it, he doesn't think he needs to repeat himself. Hmph! ]

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Oh, you know how good Aziraphale is at deep personal talks. You know, half of the time. ]

About... perfection? And expectation?

[ Those blue eyes are staring right at you, Crowley.]

[goodtobebad]

Yeah. I said what I said, angel. That's how I remember things.

[ He adds another shot of whiskey to his teacup. ]

Before I fell.

shot number two and it's not even noon

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Well, that was easier than he expected. Crowley's quite the open book, lately. ]

Is that so? [ Not a hint of doubt to him despite his choice in words, just the implied 'do you need to talk about it?'.]

HE'S A DEMON

[goodtobebad]

I mean... yeah. I didn't choose to fall. I didn't wake up one day and say, oh yeah maybe today I'll just say fuck you to God and start a big row. I just messed up. I didn't meet expectations.

[ He shrugs. ]

party on, demon guy

[salutosinedelectat]

I see. [ Kind of a dry answer, not that this has been the first time Crowley's mentioned the level of purposefulness in his falling. He looks thoughtful for a moment.

Despite all the times Aziraphale's casted on him an image well attributed to demons ever since the original fell, he doesn't quite feel the urge to do so at this time.

One could wonder why.

But one wouldn't wonder for very long, if they tried. ]

I suppose that can't be helped.

[ Which are probably not the right words for right now, but he doesn't know what else to say. ]

[goodtobebad]

I don't want it to be helped.

[ He takes a drink, then swirls it around a bit while he thinks. ]

I didn't choose to fall. But I don't regret it, either. Because if I hadn't fallen, would I have even met you? Would I be here right now?

[salutosinedelectat]

[ That, right there, catches him into a soft, coy smile. Because it's just that easy, sometimes. At least, it is now, for Crowley. ]

You do have a point.

[goodtobebad]

I know. Which is why I'm fine. More than fine.

[ He settles back in his chair. ]

How else am I supposed to feel, with the one being in the universe who accepts me for who I am?

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Crowley, you'll positively make him flustered with all that honey. People talk about demons and temptation, but no one talks about the straight up flattery and sweet talking.

If this is a way to avoid talking about certain things, it certainly seems to be working. ]

Oh, you.

[ He clears his throat. ]

It's not that difficult of a job as you put it, my dear. You're quite good company [ Says it in a light, affectionally jokish tone. ]

[goodtobebad]

I dunno, I get told I'm a pain in the arse quite often. By you, even.

[ He does smile faintly, though. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

Only when you are.

[ Hey, he's got jokes. ]

[goodtobebad]

Oh, I know.

[ You'll never catch him pretending otherwise. ]

Anyway, falling was pretty awful at first, but then I met you. That's all. Not much of a punishment, falling in love.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ There he goes again, somehow still catching the angel by surprise with very honest, very direct confessions of love. At least, nowadays, they can simply hang in the air, where they both can enjoy. It doesn't stop something within the angel's chest from fluttering, however.


He smiles sweetly, get sup and steps across the table to top up his tea from the kettle. But seems to think again, and stop by the demon instead, hesitating for a moment but then leaning down to press a gentle kiss in his hair. ]

I'm quite lucky you kept falling, my dear.

[goodtobebad]

Well...

[ Aziraphale's kisses are always so nice. ]

I'm glad you... reciprocate.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ He thinks about it some more, then reaches over to gently catch Crowley's chill and tilt his head up, so he can place another gentle kiss, this one on his lips.

Just getting it right, you see. ]

Will you be off somewhere today, dear?

[ That damned smile. Only because Crowley's worked so hard for it. ]

[goodtobebad]

[ Oh yeah, that's even better. ]

I didn't have anything planned. Why, are you kicking me out? Going to actually open the shop?

[salutosinedelectat]

Well, [ He considers it. ] I suppose I should do that at some point.

Unless you any other suggestions.

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley gives a faint smile. ]

Angel, I'm here to tempt you, every single day, to keep the shop closed and come back to bed with me.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ He pretends to consider it, with betraying smile and all. ]

Well, it can't quite be helped, can it? With a wile old serpent thwarting my efforts in such a manner.

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley reaches out, grabs the front of Aziraphale's dressing gown (gently!) to tug him down into a proper kiss. ]