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TDM #10


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« « « LIFE WILL GO ON


It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is a brisk negative seven during the warmest parts of the day.



» » » BLINDLY WE'LL FOLLOW




It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « ASK ME ABOUT X




Along with the usual Dom and Sub seminars and demonstrations, the powers that be have decided to try something a little more friendly. After attending the mandatory classes, all characters are invited to a (mandatory) social mixer! There are beverages and light snacks, and mingling is highly encouraged.

Also, all participants have had their clothes removed and replaced with long shirts ( they are allowed to keep their undergarments, but nothing else is allowed ). Said shirts have the phrase “Ask me about _____!” plastered loudly and proudly on the front. It could be a character’s deepest, darkest secret, their most negative trait, or something embarrassing they had happen to them. Each participant is given a clipboard, pen and a piece of paper and are tasked with “asking” three others about what’s written on their chests. Once they’ve completed the task and handed in the assignment they’ll receive their clothes back. Of course, the long shirts can be removed, but that means you’ll be stuck in the nude or in your undergarments until you cooperate.



« « « ON A FLIP CHART




Not into your long shirts? Want to complain or refuse to participate? There’s another option! Unruly Dominants and Submissives will find themselves locked in a private room with a bed, stuffed together into a get-along-shirt. There’s no escaping the garment either, until certain conditions have been met. Written on a flip chart in the corner of the room are the tasks that need to be accomplished to “get along.” Are the two supposed to share a kiss? Sing a romantic duet together? Say the alphabet backwards in sync? The whole point of the exercise is to find that synergy a Dom and Sub pair are supposed to have. Maybe this isn’t the best way to find it, though…

When the conditions are met the shirt is removable or rippable. Otherwise no matter how hard the characters struggle they’ll find themselves unable to get the pesky thing off.



« « « THE LONG WAY AROUND




Many local businesses have adapted to the timing of newcomers, and take advantage of the incoming crowds to do a little marketing. Stationed throughout Duplicity in LIEr-adjacent places such as the train station, the Up Apartments, the Down Motel, and the orientation center are representatives for local businesses and companies handing out free samples and hoping to attract business later.

This month, there’s a particular presence by Harbroken Industries, a cosmetic and beauty company. They’re pushing free samples of their new pheromone perfume sprays, delicately scented and guaranteed to work. Sample bottles are freely available, but some overeager volunteers are taking the department store approach and spritzing unwitting passersby.

The citrus scent is energizing and bright, inducing a talkative state where users cannot get enough conversation, and lose any internal filter for their words. The strawberry-vanilla scent is sweet and comforting, like a warm hug, which users will get a lot of with their new obsession with physical affection. Cedar-sandalwood makes those who use it tough as nails, angry and ready to pick a fight over the smallest slights. The cinnamon-pear scent makes its users feel adventurous and curious, and maybe a little TOO bold about trying new things. And predictably, the patchouli spray inspires “free love,” with an aphrodisiac effect that gets worse over time, unless taken care of quickly.

The scents will wane and the effects will fade after six hours, or after the urges they cause are fulfilled. These volunteers are so eager to make a sale that it’s entirely possible to be hit with more than one spray at a time, so maybe take the long way around these areas if you’re looking to avoid them.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: Count the letters in your character's full name ( first, last, middle or whatever combo that they have ). If it totals twelve letters and below they are a Dominant. If it's thirteen and higher they are Submissive.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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afraidtofall: (profile)

[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-15 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[There it is again. I am sorry. Not an apology this time. Worse. Regret. With effort, he closes his mouth and takes his own advice, several deep breaths. In all the time he has known Crowley, he hasn't seen him this unrelentingly serious and subdued.

He'd expect deflection or even raging, but not this. More than anything else that has happened so far, it's this which makes it all feel plausible. He watches the scenery flash by out the window long enough to decide on his approach.

He's an angel, for Hell's sake. He can act like one.]


We're going to talk once this urge wears off. For now, it wouldn't be untoward if you held my hand. [Primly.]
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-15 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everything that Crowley wants to say is held behind clenched teeth, but this is a familiar sort of thing. Don't reveal too much, don't overstep, don't go too fast. He can be quiet and patient, waiting for Aziraphale to decide where this is going to go. At least they're not having an argument about it, he's not sure he's in the right frame of mind to handle that sort of thing.

What eventually comes out of the angel's mouth isn't much better, but it's so typical despite it all that Crowley can't help laughing. Fortunately, it does sound more amused than unhinged.]


Oh, you've just decided for us both now, have you? Who says I want to be holding your hand? [And yet, he shifts his grip on the wheel and holds out the hand closest to Aziraphale.] It mightn't wear off. Sometimes these things don't until you've satisfied some mysterious criteria.

[This reminds him of those strange little plant creatures, actually, though that's clearly not the case here.]
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-15 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He knows him better than to point out that he seems as though he could use it. Happy that he doesn't have to make any more of a case for it than that, he takes it very snugly and comfortably and can't resist the urge to sandwich it. It's no hug. It's also not going to lead to a potential car wreck. Who says he can't compromise?]

Well, if it doesn't wear off, then I suppose eventually we'll have a very cozy conversation, because we can't avoid it forever.

[Would that be so bad, he wonders? To have a terrible conversation wrapped up in a nice tight hug? If people hugged more, they'd fight less. It's science.]
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-15 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Last time they held hands was on a bus ride back from Armageddon. Crowley had been exhausted, half-mad with concern about what was waiting for them once they arrived back in London, so he hadn't really been able to appreciate it. Not that he's less anxious now, but he's definitely not exhausted the way he was then, which leaves him a lot more room to, unfortunately, think about how nice it is.

Fuck's sake, he's a rubbish demon.]


Could do. We're good at it. [Not talking about things, dancing around the important topics. It's mostly muttered to himself, though, followed up by a sigh.] Nearly there.

[It seems safest to keep his mouth shut until then, focusing on the road and the feel of Aziraphale's hands wrapped around his.

A few minutes later, they're pulling up outside Crowley's apartment building, in a miraculously free spot. He turns the car off, looks over at Aziraphale with a raised eyebrow.]
Think you can keep your hands off me long enough to get upstairs?

[A very funny joke.]
Edited (autocorrect pls) 2020-01-15 20:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-15 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's sounding more like himself by the moment. If it has him beaming, he can hardly be blamed. They've managed all manner of trials in the past 6,000 years or so, even managed to find a way to manage each other that didn't constitute a loss.

He has confidence. He gives him an extra warm squeeze and a soft scoffing laugh. They are masters at not talking about both context and subtext. It's likely why they usually get on.

The rest of the ride is quiet on his side, too. Once he pulls to a stop, he purses his lips.]


Send me up first, and it's a guarantee.
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-15 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crowley feels more like himself; despite all the unpleasantness that's associated with Aziraphale being here, the fact of the matter is that Crowley is soothed just by his presence. Having his hand held does help, too, but they've never done much of that before and it hasn't stopped him feeling... better, when he's around the angel.]

What, and give you a chance to poke about unsupervised? Not likely, come on.

[He does give Aziraphale's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and getting out of the car. It'd be easy to offer his hand again, but he's wary of how it'll be taken with two doms, so he tucks both hands into his pockets and keeps a few steps ahead of Aziraphale as he leads him inside to the elevator. It isn't really anything new, to be worried about who might be watching. At least that's familiar.]
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-15 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you really think I'd pilfer? [Such an indelicate snort.]

[He climbs out of the car. It's always a treat having his feet back on terra firma after these car rides. To Crowley's credit, not that he'll say it, he didn't terrify him to the degree he usually manages with the Bentley. They didn't almost flatten a single pedestrian.

The hands tucked away are a disappointment. It's a challenge walking as close as he'd like without stepping on his heels. The desire to touch is growing from the denial. Despite being able to recognize this as wrong and alien to him, he can't banish the compulsion.

He wonders if he can at least banish the sickly sweet scent. Ahhh, yes. That's better. He continues to follow, looking around in open curiosity as they go.]
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-15 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Never said that.

[Just that he'd look, which is a crime in and of itself, when Crowley's place here isn't as stark as his one in Mayfair, which means it gives far too much away.

There's some anxiety there, about all that, but Crowley keeps it tucked away as he ushers Aziraphale into the elevator, leaning his shoulder against the angel's to maintain a point of contact without being too affectionate. The whole place screams expense, but the more subtle kind. There's some warmth in the wood finishes, nothing too gaudy in the halls or elevator.

Crowley is, naturally, quite high up. Once they're out of the lift, he leads Aziraphale to his door, which opens without any need for a key, and then it's — into the flat. Like the rest of the place, it's expensive without being over the top. It isn't the harsh concrete of Mayfair, and there are clearly personal touches. A hand-knitted blanket folded over the back of the couch, the aforementioned mice (who are brightly colored and well looked after), the books and art that he's collected in his time here so far.

It doesn't occur to Crowley that there might be some trace of love in the place, considering the time Martin spends here. It isn't something he can sense, so it slips to the back of his mind, most days.]


Right, home sweet home, I suppose. You want that tea, or something stronger?
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He settles in shoulder to shoulder and resists the powerful urge to put a hand to the small of his back. He's amazed Crowley has tolerated as much from him as he has thus far. Empathy isn't his strong suit, more recent developments back home notwithstanding.

It's nice not to be subjected to elevator music. Not that he'd mind an instrumental rendition of something from Johnny Mathis, or perhaps Frankie Vaughan.

Once they're in the apartment, his eyes alight on anomaly after anomaly and linger rather overly long on the mice and the blanket.

He could never be too distracted to feel traces of love. For the first time in memory, he's at an utter loss. He couldn't be more gobsmacked if he had found him tending a basket of kittens.]


Whiskey.
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley's felt less exposed while naked than he does right now, with Aziraphale looking over his flat. It's an unpleasant prickle at the back of his neck, one that he very much wants to dispel.]

Best thing you've said so far.

[There's a posh little bar cart near the sofa with a decanter of whiskey on top, and it doesn't take Crowley long to pour them each a generous glass.

When he brings it over to Aziraphale, he lingers in the angel's space, just close enough that he's within reach if that's... wanted. It's strange to navigate something the city is encouraging when he's not equally under the influence. He knows how uncomfortable it can be to resist, but he equally doesn't want to overstep. It's a strange line to walk.

He opens his mouth to say something and ends up just making a couple of meaningless sounds before he sighs and decides to just drink his whiskey. Hopefully the alcohol will help.]
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He downs it without hesitation. It will take far more than that to have much of an effect. There's something a bit symbolic about having a drink to steady the nerves, not quite as old as mankind but up there.

The lodestone pull toward affection is only stronger in a place where such feelings linger. He'd never felt it at his flat in Mayfair, especially not over the terror of the plants. There's no such terror from the mice.]


Pets?

[He can't stand it, the insufferable longing. Reaching out, he strokes down his sleeve and at the outer edge of his hand. He doesn't believe he ought to give in fully. It's crossing some unspoken line and can only lead to complications in a situation that is already beyond Gordian.]
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley snaps his fingers, the first miracle he's really done since Azirapahle arrived, using it to refill the glass. He's taking his time with his own drink, it's more about the ritual of it right now, something to do with himself.]

They were a gift, meant to be a snack, but I didn't have it in myself to eat them.

[Crowley bites his tongue against a sigh when Aziraphale touches him. He hasn't made it six thousand years to be undone by a little physical affection, especially not when it's outside Aziraphale's control.

When he breathes out, his chest feels too tight.]
I don't — mind. You can do whatever you need.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[It says something that he doesn't think to chide him for such blatant use of power. It's already sinking in that they may be beyond the reach of Hell or Heaven to complain. That's a terrifying enough thought that the whiskey is just as quick to disappear on the second fill.]

A snack? Who would--it wasn't that woman, was it? The one who insisted you were my serpent? Honestly, the people you know!

[That does sound chiding. He'd much rather be petulant about inconsequential things than think about how difficult it is not to wrap him in both arms, or to break out the wings and bring them into play, too. It's not temptation. It's compulsion, or something so close that it's physically painful to hold it in.

He shakes his head abruptly.]


How is that fair to you? Enduring my glomming onto you like, like...oh, what are those little things that stick on the rocks? Like one of those. I know you don't enjoy displays. I'm fine.
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[That definitely startles him; Crowley runs through a mental list of women he knows, that also know he's a snake (most of them), who might be able to make the connection between himself and an angel. Diana likely would, but he doesn't think Diana comes across as the sort of person who would give mice as snacks.

Who else could it be?]


It wasn't a woman that gave them to me. Who's been calling me your serpent?

[Like, it's true, but they shouldn't say it.

As for the glomming, Crowley turns to face Aziraphale, reaches out to gently touch his arm with his free hand.]


Didn't I say? There's a lot worse than this that you could want. [He'd allow that too, if it was necessary, but that's not the point.] Promise not to make it weird once the feeling's passed and I'll not complain about your displays.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't give a name. It was a demon who claimed to have more than a part in Eden. I sensed she was toying with me, so I didn't say much.

[Especially not once she mentioned Crowley.

He leans forward. It would look comical, the beginning of a pratfall, if there wasn't so much open longing in the small movement. It's mortifying.]


That's beside the point. [Breathless. He never was a good liar.]

I don't have to make it weird. It is weird. I've never been compelled, Crowley.

[And then he's at the end of his ability to stop himself. He folds with a whimper rather than a bang, just a simple falling into him with arms spread and encircling, and after that wings, too, almost upending some things from the cart in the process.]
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Lilith, then.

Crowley doesn't comment in it, can't comment on it, not when Aziraphale is looking at him like that, with all that want, as if he's the sort of thing that an angel could ever want. His heart aches with the knowledge that it isn't real, that this is the best he'll ever get. Something fake, something that's practically hurting Aziraphale with how unnatural it is.]


I know, I know. [It's quiet, almost plaintive, and he can't help the soft sound of surprise he makes at the sight of Aziraphale's wings. It takes every ounce of his own self control not to touch them, but he manages it, shifting enough to disappear his glass into the ether and then get his arms around the angel's shoulders. He's so focused on not touching feathers that he doesn't think much about curling a hand around the back of Aziraphale's head, holding him carefully in place.] S'alright, I've got you.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Four months time in this place is enough to have him trying to comfort him instead of hissing or making his little uncomfortable sounds, to pretend he's fine with tolerating this excess. It worries him for both of them.

Without too much thought, he snaps his glass back to the cart. Clean. He still has standards. It allows the full wrap and press of hands. His wings encircle him so thoroughly, all anyone watching would see of Crowley would be a pair of shoes, maybe a few inches of lower trousers leg.

Their height difference isn't so pronounced that it's awkward to press his face in against his neck. It's a good fit.]


I hope you know I wouldn't deliberately put you through this.

[He feels as though he has to say it. How often has he gone on about love and the beauty of its expression? How often has Crowley demanded that he stop it already? That's a familiar dance, a little light teasing. This feels too good. The pain is gone. It's delight, all right with the world, and yet whatever it is doesn't have enough weight to remove thousands of years of knowledge and experience.]

This has happened to you?
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood, it's the only thing that keeps him from making an incredibly embarrassing noise at the sudden press of Aziraphale's face against his neck.

He'd briefly entertained the thought of taking off his sunglasses when they'd entered the flat, and he's endlessly grateful he didn't follow through on it. His eyes sting, and he has to blink a few times to clear them.]


Stop that. You're not — you're not putting me through anything.

[He tries to sound casual, like they're talking about Crowley suffering through a play that he doesn't want to see, but his voice is too strained for it to really work.]

Not quite this. M'sure you don't want the sordid details.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
If you don't stop being so nice to me...

[Such an empty threat he has no way to complete it. He's not used to being so anchored into bodily sensations that there's emotional investment. It's not like indulging in crepes or going to the symphony. No question, he'd be kind to him if the situation was reversed.

He asked him to go away with him.

Kindness? Not even he's that naive.

His throat clicks with his swallow.]


No, I don't need to hear that.

[He won't ask him to recount humiliation to make himself feel better.]

You need to--I need you to tell me about Armageddon. You said it's averted?

[Throw him a lifeline. He needs something else to focus on besides where his mind keeps taking him. He asked him to go with him.]
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley mutters a quiet shut up, but it isn't anything like the reaction he had last time Aziraphale called him nice. That feels like centuries ago now, with how much has happened since he was standing in the halls of an old hospital, barely holding it together.

He's barely holding it together now, just for entirely different reasons.]


The boy, the antichrist, he decided he'd had enough of everyone telling him what to do with his power, so he just... stopped it. Told Satan to bugger off, basically, rewrote reality so that he wasn't Satan's son anymore and it sort of stalled the whole business. [He assumes there are going to be a million questions, so he decides to cover the basics and leave room for what Aziraphale decides to focus on. At least this is easier than talking about kindness, or what's happened to Crowley since he arrived here.] Gabriel and Beelzebub turned up, but you, you clever thing, pointed out that the Great Plan might not be the Ineffable one. They had no idea what to make of that, but it pulled 'em up short. Then, uh —

[This is the trickier bit. He hasn't really had a chance to go into detail of his trip to Heaven back home, and now he has to try to manage it when they've skipped a few steps.]

Heaven wasn't... pleased with you. We swapped places, corporations, I went to Heaven in your place and stood in the hellfire that was — that was meant for you.

[For millennia, Crowley has known that Heaven is full of hypocrites and assholes, but he hasn't even begrudged Aziraphale his loyalty. That sort of thing can't be rushed, it would've been cruel to do so. He knows it's going to hurt, learning that Heaven wanted him dead. But he won't lie, not now.]
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He lets out a quiet sigh. That bit is lovely to hear. He doubts that Warlock would have been so sensible. He was fond enough of the boy, he supposes, but he was a bit of a spoilt brat.]

That is clever. Good for me!

[If he wasn't holding him so tightly, he'd pat himself on the back, all in good fun.

Until. Oh.

It doesn't matter that Crowley can't see it with his face pressed up against his neck. The smile is automatic and forced. Long, long habit. It feels strange on his features, like it doesn't quite fit right.]


Clever.

[It's a shadow of the previous declaration. He pats him a little. A very little.]

They were intent to do for both of us, were they? Well, I suppose they would be.

We spoilt their fun.

[Another few moments of quiet, until the whiskey bottle spontaneously shatters, along with every glass.]
Edited (I know what he doesn't know. Shhhhh.) 2020-01-16 04:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley doesn't flinch, he's too old and has seen too much for a bit of shattering glass to startle him, all he does is disappear the glass into the ether has it breaks, destroying it before it can hurt either of them.

He wishes he'd known a way to be kinder with that information, but Crowley's still figuring out how to soften the rough edges of himself, and sometimes honesty is the best he can offer. Honesty, and his grip tightening around Aziraphale, as if a hug helps any of this.]


They never deserved you. Gabriel and the lot of them are bastards who are so far up their own arses they don't remember what they were made for. [Love and goodness and all those things that angels were full of in the beginning.] It's just us now, me and you, and I swear I'm not going anywhere.

[He doesn't want to talk about this, but maybe it's important. Crowley exhales slowly, turning his head just enough to press his lips to Aziraphale's hair in something of a kiss. It happens automatically, as he weighs up his words, a small gesture that he's come to associate with comforting someone.]

I wouldn't have gone, you know, to Alpha Centaur, not without you.
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He's having dark thoughts. Dark, treasonous thoughts, wondering if this is the Ineffable Plan, or if they've finally gotten Her attention enough to step in and punish them more directly. If they outwitted their respective sides to buy themselves some breathing room, maybe She didn't like it.

It tracks with some of what that woman said about a different Eden, maybe. He's absorbed enough that for a little while he forgets to breathe.

Just us now.

It has always been just them for a long time. He probably would have seen it earlier had he not been so afraid. What is he now? Maybe that's why he can't leave, why neither of them can, they aren't an angel or a demon anymore.

Maybe that's all hogwash and this is unrelated to anything from Earth. He draws his delayed breath and lets it out.]


I know.

[He settles his fingers at his nape and gently rubs. It might be kinder to disambiguate exactly what part of all of that he's claiming to know. He doesn't want to try while he's this angry and confused. Resigned. He'd only muddle it worse like this.]
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2020-01-16 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crowley is hit by a sudden sense of gratitude for the fact he's had time to grow used to physical affection; four months isn't a long time by any stretch of the imagination, but it's enough that there's been opportunity enough for people to touch him, for him to realize that he actually likes it, sometimes. Without all that, he's not sure he would've been able to handle the way Aziraphale is touching him now. It's still a struggle not to sink into it the way he wants, it's still a struggle to keep any embarrassing sounds to himself, but he manages, something he's sure he wouldn't have been able to do if these were all firsts.

Because the thing is, Aziraphale doesn't know. Not about how much he means to Crowley, he can't understand the depth of it if he even for a second thought a hug was something to be endured. This isn't the time for that conversation, though. Dealing with this place and learning about Heaven turning their back on him is already enough, he hardly needs Crowley's messy feelings dumped on him as well.]


You're doing that thing. Thinking too much, I can practically hear it. [Spiraling could be a more accurate word, but Crowley is kind enough not to use it.] Talk to me, angel, let me help.

[There likely isn't much he can do to help, but he can listen, if nothing else.]
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[personal profile] afraidtofall 2020-01-16 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley.

[He'll know the tone, the one that says, I can't ask that of you, the one that's starkly aware of their differences. What he likely doesn't know, and doesn't need dumped on him while he's already close to being climbed like a tree, is that he has been avoiding demanding too much for longer than this. Their dance has always been delicate. Now it's also on a razor wire where one slip could...

His hand at his nape tightens for just a moment. Loosens. He draws in a deeper breath, so stupid how good that can feel when technically he doesn't need it and never really has. He draws back just enough to look at him, wishing those glasses weren't in the way but not daring even to think about touching them. He knows what they are to him. He'd never violate his privacy that way.]


I'll do better. Get better at resisting these pulls of theirs. The trouble is I'm soft. Thousands of years to get used to being soft. The past eleven have been just a blip of stress.

I'm...glad the boy came through and it sounds like we bought a little respite for that silly little planet.

[He runs gentle fingers down the front of Crowley's lapel, smoothing what he has rumpled.]

I am not going to be your burden, or a burden to the humans trapped here with us. I'm an angel. I need to be that. Strong. So I will. I'll be all right, Crowley.

[As though to demonstrate it, he draws his wings out and back, pulls them in, forces another step back. Both hands come to rest against his chest without pushing.]

You're right. It is just us now. Which means you need me, too. I won't let you down.

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