middaeg | (catch-all)(closed) the days don't stop coming

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(catch-all)(closed) the days don't stop coming

Who: Aziraphale & Others (closed prompts!)
When: various points of Aguril.
Where: specified in prompts.
What: catch-all log for the month.
Warnings: language, unfortunate TF stuff, UST, suspicious flowers, temporary paralysis, non-suspicious flowers, two cats & a turtle.

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decalian1!

( CROWLEY | CROWLEY (FULL MOON) | LEVI | SIEG )

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( if he cared to argue about it, which he doesn't, but if he did—he would mention that it was all generally happening under duress. it certainly wasn't as if they were casually holding hands on the couch or anything. it would be nice if they had, but that wasn't quite what was happening.

everything felt more like. . . well, not that.

aziraphale lets out a small sigh. )

I wouldn't have thought you'd be discussing it right now! It's a rather bad time, don't you think? To-to talk about that sort of thing after I've just bitten you!

( that's the more important point, he thinks. )

And—

( he pauses, pursing his lips. )

Shouldn't it be done more formally? Over dinner or somewhere nice?

( or at the very least, crowley was supposed to ask him that question properly. simply saying that he wanted to be together wasn't exactly asking him. )

[ Timing?

It's the timing that's bothering him? ]

In case you hadn't noticed, we eat dinner together every day. The blood and screaming does tend to invoke a sense of urgency over the whole thing.

[ Also, perhaps, the fear. There might have been some fear involved. Crowley had been afraid, had momentarily envisioned the end for both of them.

The end might still come. He's still considering it a possibility that he'll wake up starting to grow fur himself tomorrow. ]

( it is the timing that bothers him.

he's a little flabbergasted that this seems fine to crowley. that he would want to express all of this now and talk about what the two of them wanted from each other while in what was possibly one of the most stressful situations aziraphale could recall. there was still blood in his hair and both of them could really use some sleep. )

Then—

( he starts, matching crowley's gaze. )

Then ask me next time we have dinner! I'll say yes then!

( nevermind that he is technically saying "yes" now. it still had to be done correctly. )

[ It isn't surprising, exactly, that Aziraphale would say yes.

It is, however, a weird sensation to hear it. Especially, to hear it as 'I'll say yes then', which is both an acceptance (saying he will) but also a delay (not right now!).

Crowley hadn't thought it possible to feel relieved, excited and annoyed all at once but somehow they all swim through him. ]

Yeah. We can do that. Can do all that romantic nonsense, if that's what you want angel.

[ 'Nonsense'. Well, have to keep up appearances and all. He is still a demon. Can't lean too hard into the four-letter-word stuff. ]

( he lets out a breath that he hadn't realised he had been holding when crowley concedes, agreeing to ask him about their relationship again under more appropriate circumstances. it'll be much nicer then, when neither of them were stressed or bloody, and a far better start to what he knows would be the rest of their lives.

and it would be the rest of their lives, wouldn't it? neither would surely settle for anything less than forever.

the only problem, he thinks, is that crowley wants to refer to it as if it weren't important. )

It isn't nonsense!

( and he did want all of it. he would be more than glad to do all of those and more things with crowley. )

If you're going to take such a large step forward, you should be getting off on the right foot.

( with his free hand, he reaches out to tug on the sleeve of crowley's clothes and beckon him to lean down. )

Right, yeah, right foot and all.

[ Aziraphale is... drawing him down. Crowley, who had been hovering over him awkwardly thinking about how he needs to keep cleaning the blood out of his hair, lets himself be drawn down. ]

I'll buy you some chocolates.

[ Equal parts teasing and honesty. It's a cliché gift, on the one hand, that isn't that exciting. On the other, Aziraphale loves a good box of chocolates so it does work out. ]

( on the contrary, for aziraphale it was a perfectly exciting gift. his expression finally brightens, a warm smile stretching across his face, as he shifts his grip on crowley's arm to guide him downward. the chocolate would be a sweet gesture—and quite literally at that—and downright appropriate for the occasion. )

Oh, that would be lovely!

( once crowley is within reach, he carefully winds his arms around his shoulders in a snug embrace. the movement of it is slow and cautious despite the nature of their current conversation. there's a part of him that isn't sure if he's taking the right direction, that he might need to wait, but he can't help but want to hold the demon. )

I'll pick up a nice bottle of wine in the afternoon.

[ Ah.

They're hugging again.

Without the adrenaline behind it Crowley is a little more awkward about this, slowly wrapping his arms back around Aziraphale and then letting out a sigh as he settles into it. ]

Bottle of wine would be nice. Just a quiet night, yeah?

[ After all this drama, minimal excitement seems preferable.

Although, he supposes, neither of them can be sure if it will... stay quiet. Or if Aziraphale might continue to change. Is it all over? Or is there more? ]

( it's nice. it's nice to get to hold crowley like this and without deep feelings of fear and worry nipping at him. crowley's warm against him and the room is quiet enough for him to hear the thrum of his pulse. he feels a little more confident in his decision to reach out, firmly deciding that it was indeed the right step to try to show some of his own feelings.

he lets out a quiet exhale of his own, the new ears on top of his head perking up despite himself. he presses his face into crowley's shoulder. )

Yes. Something comfortable would be best. Perhaps we could sit out in the garden afterwards? While the weather is still nice.

( he pauses. )

It won't be anything like this.

( nothing like tonight. they'll get off on the right foot. )

Mmmm.

[ Garden might be nice. While the weather isn't too cold. Crowley shifts, presses his face against Aziraphale's shoulder in a mirror of his gesture. ]

If it is, just aim for the other shoulder so I'm nice and even.

[ One bite mark each side, you see, then it'll be tidy. Biting the same place twice would be a mess. ]

( that's a horrifying thought. he bristles underneath crowley's arms immediately, a mix between offended and guilty. he'll never be able to forget the fact that he had bitten into crowley tonight neither will he forget that he attempted to lick it afterwards either.

his face quickly feels too hot. )

I'd rather not bite you again at all! Your poor shoulder—

( his hold on crowley tightens, squeezing him as if that might make it clearer that he intended to protect him. . . from himself.

resolutely, he adds. )

I'll lock myself in when the moon is full.

Hey.

[ Crowley draws back enough to catch Aziraphale's eyes, one hand releasing him and sliding to brace gently on his shoulder. ]

We can talk about it tomorrow, yeah? Finish cleaning up, then go have a lay down. Could use a good nap myself.

( there's hardly anything to talk about, aziraphale thinks. not really. they just needed a good way to make sure he was confined during the full moon and he didn't plan to hear any argument about it.

he sighs, eyes meeting crowley's as he loosens his hold on him. )

Yes, we should—

( finish cleaning up. he needed to get the blood off, to change his clothes, but he also realises that he has effectively ruined his sheets for the night. he'd gotten blood on them! who could sleep like that?

his expression pinches. )

Oh! The sheets! I forgot about the sheets.

Don't worry about the sheets, Angel, can use my bed tonight. We can sort that out tomorrow.

[ He can just sleep on the sofa if need be. Or... not sleep on the sofa, if Aziraphale wants the reassurance of company. He's already been in Aziraphale's bed now, after all. Not a big leap now, surely? ]

( tomorrow, right.

he does recognise that it would be a vastly better idea to finish cleaning up tomorrow, but it also frustrates him to have to leave it. it hadn't been all that long go that such a thing wouldn't even present a problem. he could fix it with a wave of his hand and move on. )

I suppose. We do at least both fit on it.

( as he had learned from earlier. the beds were both more than big enough for the both of them.

he lets go of crowley then, moving back from where he's sitting to allow him the chance to continue. )

Yeah, be no problem.

[ He retrieves the warm cloth again, begins gently cleaning some of the blood out of Aziraphale's hair. ]

Then can have a nice sleep, feel better tomorrow. Have a nice breakfast, tidy up, get everything sorted. Be a brand new day, angel, and we'll figure it all out together.

[ He'll even try to give Aziraphale space on the bed, although Crowley is a restless sleeper. If he squirms and curls up in his sleep, well, Aziraphale will simply have to tolerate it if he wants to share/ ]

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