(log) march catch-all

[demonicmiracle]

Who: crowley + others
When: throughout the month
Where: all kinds of places
Summary: a collection of various threads so I don't spam the comm
Warnings: Gonna be a dead body in at least one thread, will update with others if necessary

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[demonicmiracle]

[It would make the most sense to just hand over the pillows and let Aziraphale attempt to sort himself out, but that's not what Crowley chooses to do.]

S'alright, I can sort it. Just lift a wing up a tad.

[At this point, he's had his hands in Aziraphale's feathers for almost an hour, so tucking a pillow under them isn't crossing any new boundary.

It's a little odd to be close to Aziraphale while he's lying down in bed, but Crowley can ignore that for the moment.]

And if you manage to mess 'em up, I'll be more impressed than bothered.

[How do you damage pillows when sleeping? It would take some effort.]

[oldbookshop]

[ Aziraphale obligingly lifts a wing up a tad without protest.

He is horizontal. That's practically most of the way to sleeping already. Being deliberately obtuse and stubborn about "taking it easy" can be an issue for when he is vertical again, if he so chooses. He will probably so choose. ]

I'll take solace in that should the worst come to pass.

[ The worst. Ha. Already been to that point for the day. So a lower tier worst, for pillows. ]

I suppose I haven't gotten to considering it in vogue to sleep with a knife. They have favorable odds.

[demonicmiracle]

[If Crowley takes a small amount of delight in gently smoothing down Aziraphale's wings while tucking a pillow under them, that's between him and absolutely no one else. It'd be even better if the circumstances weren't so awful, but he'll take what he can get.]

Oh, is that back in fashion again? [He slips around the other side of the bed, to get Aziraphale's other wing propped up.] I grew out of that habit sometime in the five hundreds.

[BC, of course. He might have claws and fangs, but it never hurt having a knife handy, especially while he was still getting used to humans.]

Alright if I switch the lights off?

[It's never occurred to him until now, that the dark might bother Azirapahle. It hasn't exactly been a concern before, when he can summon his own light, but Crowley's willing to leave the light on now if it might be comforting.]

[oldbookshop]

Old hat to you, new to me. But I suppose I am already keeping custody of a blade. No need for extras.

[ Aziraphale probably shouldn't turn this into a very tacky weapon-laden flat, anyway. There's a line between security and tempting fate. It's a line that can be drawn via flaming sword, all things considered.

Stupid considerate Crowley. Stupid careful, gentle hands, stupid ridiculous creature and his frankly very sweet question. Fitting exactly back into the wholly unique collection of spaces he was torn from earlier. Still here. Still there. In some strange way it's as raw a feeling as it is a shattering relief. ]

Quite alright, thank you. Mind your step in the dark. [ He doesn't expect he'll be awake terribly long, and Crowley will be right there whatever the lighting situation, which is the only active concern he thinks he has at the moment. No need for a light to read by, this time around.

May as well feel slightly less Seen in the event that he steels himself enough to be emotionally vulnerable or something. ]