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mayfield_rpg2012-05-10 10:13 am
eyesofaserpent) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-10 10:13 am
Drink Count: 29 || Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord what you're doing to me
[Aziraphale is gone. Or, well... A drone, more rather. He gets a sense that this might be permanent. It's been several days now and Crowley's gone by 852 Goldberg to check and see if the angel has come out of it yet. But even his wings are gone.
It breaks his heart to see Aziraphale like this. He can never bear to stay long when he comes to check on him. It's like his whole foundation is shattering more, the longer he stays with this shell that was once the angel he desperately loves.
And now also his not!wife is a drone. What the fuck, universe?]
A. [Park: Around Noon]
[Crowley is sitting alone on a bench and feeding the ducks some bread.]
B. [Olney's Tavern: Evening]
[Cowley's behind the bar and drinking a lot more than he usually does. And not even the cocktails he normally drinks, but just scotch on the rocks. Even his wings are starting to become a reflection of his mental state, the normally sleek and immaculate appendages are untidy with the occasional falling feather.]
It breaks his heart to see Aziraphale like this. He can never bear to stay long when he comes to check on him. It's like his whole foundation is shattering more, the longer he stays with this shell that was once the angel he desperately loves.
And now also his not!wife is a drone. What the fuck, universe?]
A. [Park: Around Noon]
[Crowley is sitting alone on a bench and feeding the ducks some bread.]
B. [Olney's Tavern: Evening]
[Cowley's behind the bar and drinking a lot more than he usually does. And not even the cocktails he normally drinks, but just scotch on the rocks. Even his wings are starting to become a reflection of his mental state, the normally sleek and immaculate appendages are untidy with the occasional falling feather.]
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Slow afternoon, I suppose?
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I suppose you could say that.
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Has something happened?
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Aziraphale's gone.
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[ Giles stares, something startled and nearly-disbelieving in his expression. Gone? In a permanent sense? The thought twists wistful disappointment in the back of his mind, a faint ache of grief for a man he very much liked-- and they'd been nothing more than colleagues. ]
You do mean 'droned', not 'missing'? Oh, Crowley...
[ The sympathy in his voice is quiet but quite genuine. ]
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Yeah. He's a drone. With no wings and an American accent and not a bloody though in that head of his.
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I'm sorry.
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[He feels like the rug has been pulled out from under him. Like he suddenly has no foundation to stand on. It was bad before when the angel hadn't been there, but now? Now that everything.... All that... With how they're relationship had changed.... It was devastating.]
Why? Why does it hurt?
[How do I feelings?]
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It's only evidence that you loved him.
[ Said softly, and he looks up again at Crowley, hoping he is not overstepping bounds. He doesn't falter on the words. ]
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Love is bloody mad. It's like a bloody disease. It permeates your whole body and makes you sick. Do you know how hard it was to get up this morning? And it wasn't because I wanted to bloody sleep. Well... I did, but I couldn't.
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[ To some degree, at least. The angel and demon knew each other for thousands of years; he dated Jenny for only a few months before she was gone and he was grieving. Perhaps it's arrogant to think he understands the feeling -- or perhaps it's exactly the same.
He can, at least, be here to listen. ]
It's mad. I'll not argue that.
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You've lost someone you loved.
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[ He tries to continue holding Crowley's gaze and fails, drops his eyes. There's a hint of bittersweet fondness to him, though, as he remembers. ]
It hasn't stopped hurting. I don't expect it ever does. But the pain becomes more... manageable, with time. You can live through it.
[ Should live through it, and believing that is the hard part. The survivor's guilt nearly took him, not the pain. ]
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[He might just be saying that to convince himself more than to convince Giles.]
I... Thank you.
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[ He looks him in the eye again, there, and gives a small nod in reply to the thanks. That odd slightly-distant nostalgia is still in his expression, somewhere in the background. ]
Aziraphale was... a wonderful individual. He will be missed.
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[Despite his protesting, he clearly doesn't really mind the angel's goodness.]
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[ It seems a safe thing to say, and certainly true; he can see how the two would benefit from each other's company. ]
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[ There's a moment while he considers that, and the implications. Passing information seems the sort of thing that would be looked down upon, but perhaps not; with higher beings, he can't begin to tell. ]
You've become accustomed to working together, then.
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