Be Bold, Be Bold, But Not Too Bold

[scotch_egg]

🧙 WHO: Alec and Crowley (Guest Starring Angelic Boyfriend Aziraphale and one (1) braincell to share)
⚔️️ WHAT: Mirror, Mirror
🕒 WHEN: 1/6
🗺️ WHERE: To Celliwig, the Splendored Court
⚠️ WARNINGS: Cursing and probably angst



The air around Crowley might drop in temperature, followed by a spectral bark. Regardless of if he turns, a whippet made of living mist with glowing eyes will come up and bite at his sleeve. Though her teeth can hurt they are a whisper against skin and as chill as bones in a graveyard. Her whine sounds like the keening of the wind through dead trees as she gives his sleeve a tug.

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[serpentinthegarden]

Walking along behind the pair he could give any of those uppity fae a blood chilling glare if they even so much as looked more than surprised at the two fussing at each other in the street.

"Is there any reason to stay?"

They passed an Inn that was as closed for business as the rest of everything else.

"Unless you want to find us a manger to stay in..."

[scotch_egg]

"Christ. Will you shut up?" He knew they couldn't help it but everything was a prickle to his subconscious like jabbing needles of ice into his brain. He started walking again, hands in his pockets, trying to keep the swarming thoughts at bay.

[temptationaccomplished]

Aziraphale shot Crowley a glare for that, mouthing the accusation Really?!, then in a little flurry, chased down Alec once again to attempt damage control.

"Alec, please, we'll stop. We didn't mean anything by it, I promise. Look, let's all just get along!" He was all sugar and sweetness until he shot Crowley another look. "We will stop, won't we? We can have a nice camping trip together, outside the town. Tend to a little fire, fashion a tent from, well, maybe from the blanket, or maybe Crowley can make himself useful with his earth magic... It'll be lovely. Like...summer camp. In the winter."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Stop what..."

He slunk around behind them, smoldering like he was ready to burst into flame.

"Stop being myself?"

Crowley didn't want to push Alec but he also didn't want to pretend to be something he wasn't or have to judge every single thing he said... Does this sound too demonic? Uh oh, that might have gone biblical! Come on!

"I'm a six thousand plus year old demon, I can't pretend to be anything else."

A beat.

"Unless there is a temptation involved, but that is work and I've retired from that."

[scotch_egg]

"Fine." He caged his shoulders. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. Say what you want. Be who you are. You've never let it stop you before." And he wouldn't fight it. How could he? He'd just bloody deal with it.

It didn't matter. None of it mattered. He would think on other things. Focus on all the other shit that he had to get done and save those overwhelming thoughts for when he was alone, which was hopefully soon.

[temptationaccomplished]

He was wrongfooted again, this time with Crowley. The balancing act teetered and tottered between them all. ...Someone... He looked to the sky and took a deep breath.

When that failed to provide answers on how to reconcile their new/old memories and other lives, Aziraphale threw his hands up and walked away toward the town entrance. They could sort this out later. Right now he was tired of being Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul, tired of being Angel or Fell. What he'd give to curl up with a good book and a nice scone and hot cocoa.

[serpentinthegarden]

"I will be who I want."

Hmph, so there... He really only said that in order to have the last word, though it felt a little hollow and he took that feeling out on one of the snooty locals by giving her a glare so demonic it nearly wilted her floral hat. Serves her right for judging them.

Crowley skulked his way back out of the unwelcoming city with the rest of his gang.