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voidtreckerexpress2021-05-10 04:07 pm
agathokakological) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-05-10 04:07 pm
Entry tags:
It's not Soho, but it'll do.
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley (Closed)
Where: Their new double room
When: During the mission they opted out of.
What: Making their new room really feel like their own. A bit of magic and redecorating.
Warnings: gross old men in love
Waking up every morning, pulled out of place and back to a cramped bunkbed was tiring, but something you get used to after months on board. Crowley actually liked to sleep, and usually would use the opportunity to lounge in bed undisturbed for an hour or so before trudging over to the kitchen for his morning coffee. Their old room was never visited by choice, in fact, if Crowley wanted a nap he'd tuck himself away in a private car.
The morning he'd woken in a new private room with Aziraphale, he'd actually panicked, thinking that they'd been transported once again to another world. At least one where they shared a bed, but once he managed to scramble out of it, he'd settled to find that they were still aboard the train, just in a different room.
Later, as a test, he'd miracled an extra few inches between the bed and the door, just to see if the train would react to the disruption of physics, and it hadn’t. It hadn’t for several days, which made Crowley’s imagination race with ideas on what else he could do inside their little shared room.
The mission was a great opportunity for him to stay back. undisturbed, and begin working on it. Of course, Aziraphale had stayed behind too, and as he woke with a new day, he rolls over, draping his limbs over the angel with a soft whine in order to snuggle closer.
"Angel--" he whispers, gently attempting to wake him, "Wake up, I wanna ask you something."
Where: Their new double room
When: During the mission they opted out of.
What: Making their new room really feel like their own. A bit of magic and redecorating.
Warnings: gross old men in love
Waking up every morning, pulled out of place and back to a cramped bunkbed was tiring, but something you get used to after months on board. Crowley actually liked to sleep, and usually would use the opportunity to lounge in bed undisturbed for an hour or so before trudging over to the kitchen for his morning coffee. Their old room was never visited by choice, in fact, if Crowley wanted a nap he'd tuck himself away in a private car.
The morning he'd woken in a new private room with Aziraphale, he'd actually panicked, thinking that they'd been transported once again to another world. At least one where they shared a bed, but once he managed to scramble out of it, he'd settled to find that they were still aboard the train, just in a different room.
Later, as a test, he'd miracled an extra few inches between the bed and the door, just to see if the train would react to the disruption of physics, and it hadn’t. It hadn’t for several days, which made Crowley’s imagination race with ideas on what else he could do inside their little shared room.
The mission was a great opportunity for him to stay back. undisturbed, and begin working on it. Of course, Aziraphale had stayed behind too, and as he woke with a new day, he rolls over, draping his limbs over the angel with a soft whine in order to snuggle closer.
"Angel--" he whispers, gently attempting to wake him, "Wake up, I wanna ask you something."