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Party Time
Who: Everyone who wants to attend.
What: It's a party for all, but the pairing up part is for singles only.
When: Day 19 of Fiddlesticks
Where: Gym Carriage
Warnings: Who knows atm just Minako being Minako will add more as things happen.
[Minako figured she did the best she could for the party. Though she also wondered if perhaps she might not have that many people come. Sure she wanted to put singles together, but at the same time, she simply wanted people to have fun.
In the dressing carriage, people will find costumes and masks that were more gothic in nature. There was food and hopefully some forms of sweet treats for those looking for it as well as a variety of drink, mostly non-alcoholic.]
OOC: Examples of the type of outfits and such can be found here: costumes and
masks]
What: It's a party for all, but the pairing up part is for singles only.
When: Day 19 of Fiddlesticks
Where: Gym Carriage
Warnings: Who knows atm just Minako being Minako will add more as things happen.
[Minako figured she did the best she could for the party. Though she also wondered if perhaps she might not have that many people come. Sure she wanted to put singles together, but at the same time, she simply wanted people to have fun.
In the dressing carriage, people will find costumes and masks that were more gothic in nature. There was food and hopefully some forms of sweet treats for those looking for it as well as a variety of drink, mostly non-alcoholic.]
OOC: Examples of the type of outfits and such can be found here: costumes and
masks]
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Bottle back in his hands, he gives them a bit of a look. "I'm plenty sure I'm done with any kind of trouble."
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"Unavoidable, I'm afraid." Crowley waves him off, trying to look nonplussed by what felt like rejection. "Trouble comes with the territory."
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"What territory?" As he takes the moment to take another sip, the pleasant buzz having just grown stronger. He has them the bottle again, although there's not much left.
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"We've run out of wine." the demon sighs, "Whatever will we do now?"
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"Resume our evening, of course." He picks the bottle off the table, and a wave over the top of it has it open. Someone's clearly running on free miracles these days.
"And, for what it's worth," He pauses to take a quick sip, then hands them the new bottle. "I don't think you're that much trouble."
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"This really does suit you, you know." they start, their tone a bit less cheeky than before, and a hint sweeter. "I had a lovely time... almost forgot we were trapped on a bloody train."
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"So did I." He answers more quietly, near a murmur. He rests the bottle on his leg this time, watching their hand. "Perhaps we...could have another dance, sometime."
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"We could, you know." they murmur, taking one of the angel's hands in theirs, "I know there aren't speakers in this car, but we don't really need the music, do we?"
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"... I suppose we don't." As he takes hold of their hand.
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Crowley snaps their fingers behind his head, dimming the lights a touch, setting the mood.
"Is this okay?" they ask softly with a smile.
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The fluttery feeling is stronger than ever when Crowley pulls him close. That smile, the dimming of the lights. This time, he can see their golden eyes. It's about as overwhelming as he imagined.
"Yes." He answers after a couple of seconds of just regarding them. He then smiles faintly, bringing his hand to their sides again.
Without a snap of fingers, a wave of a hand, or even a blink, with no gesture to mark it, music starts playing from somewhere impossible, quietly as not to disturb the scene.
"Changed my mind about the music." He remembers it well enough. There's a cheeky glint to his eye, soft as his look may be.
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"I can tell..." Crowley replies teasingly, but their voice is still soft and quiet as they begin to sway. The two of them slightly drunk, alone, dancing in a dark room with such beautiful accompaniment... it's enough that Crowley feels their heart pounding through their chest, and maybe just enough that the demon gets a little carried away, one of their hands creeping up the back of Aziraphale's neck and into his hairline while Crowley bends down to seek out his lips.
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Maybe it is. And Aziraphale sure feels that fluttery feeling so much stronger, feels his heart race, all those feelings they have no justifiable reason to have, and yet...
His look softens even more as Crowley's hand moves to the back of his neck. He glances at their lips as they move closer. And, finally, he closes his eyes, leaning up to meet them in a kiss.
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Crowley feels more drunk than they actually are, their head flooded with emotions that they don't know how to break down and comprehend. Aziraphale has kissed them before, and they've shared moments together and held one another for comfort, but there was never any sort of feelings discussed or labels attached. Those all seemed like very human things to do, which is perhaps why Crowley felt they wanted those things at all.
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There's something about this moment though, and the one they shared back in the islands, one among many. When everything is quiet and it's just the two of them ignoring everything else. They had many of those, along the millenia. He never thought they could turn into this, before.
So many things can becon so many others. Maybe it's the need to see the lines, any lines. Maybe it's the wine. Maybe, for once, it's really just him.
"Crowley, I..." he starts, barely above a whisper. He feels like there's something he should say. Wants to say. He feels like he knows what those words are, now.
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Aziraphale speaks, but there's hesitation there. Crowley wants to fill in the blanks but is so afraid to, in case they're assumptions or hopes that aren't fulfilled, and they are hurt by it again. Dangerous thing to do, making assumptions. Instead, Crowley's hand slides forward to the angel's cheek, their thumb grazing over the corner of his cheekbone.
"Yes, angel?"
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He doesn't quite meet their eye just then, for it might be too overwhelming, but he brings one of his hands over the back of theirs, tilting his head slightly towards the touch. The words are right there, on the tip of his tongue. He could just say them. He should just say them.
But he won't just say them. "This time, after...after everything that's happened," Armageddon, trials, islands, train, and everything before that, for good measure. "It's difficult to put into words just how everything's--well, changed, in recent times." He looks up at them, and there's less of a drunken haze in his eyes, but something a bit more focused, if nervous. "Barely had time to breathe. But...I'm very glad to have you by my side."
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"Me too," the demon murmured, pulling Aziraphale's face to their chest and holding tight, but not before pressing another kiss to the top of his head. Crowley's face stayed buried there in the downy soft hair, breathing in his scent.
"Your side is the only one I'd ever like to be on."
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Look at them now.
He's pulled against the demon in such a tender embrace, he could swear it sobers him up without his input. His cheeks flush, his face feels hot, and he can smell Crowley's perfume so much more clearly.
He wraps his arms gently around the demon. His eyes are closed. The words finally topple out, not gracefully, not at all, but they do, daunting and terrifying, but no less true.
"I...I love you, Crowley."
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"What did you just say?" Crowley croaks, their voice cracking, their eyes blown wide and seemingly wet. Crowley wants to make sure they weren't just hearing things, too drunk and overcome by their own emotions to have a grip on reality. Too afraid to say it back, in case they heard it wrong. But the demon can't wait to, and they close their eyes, trying to blink away the water accumulating inside them, as well as trying to remember to breathe. "Say it again... please." they continue, voice ragged and desperate.
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But he sees the look in Crowley's eyes, how they reflect the dim light. Their hands are still on the angel's head and he isn't quite sure what that means. The music misses a few notes and plays entirely out of pace.
"I, hum." He stutters. But it isn't wrong. Can't be wrong. It's not. The time is right. As right as it could ever be. The words are right. He's said it. He's said it.
This time, he holds their gaze. "--I love you."
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"I love you," they say, their voice still cracking and sounding anything but cool, "Angel, I've loved you for so very long."
Their fingers slide into his hair, stroking it gently as they press their foreheads together, feeling like they could float away at any moment.
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He said it. They said it. They're standing here as two people who've said these words and can say those words and mean it. And nobody can stop them. Nobody ever could.
He holds onto their arms, a very gentle grip, and he smiles. "Oh, my dear, I should've said it sooner, I-" But now isn't the time for apologies. They should have their place, sometime soon perhaps, but, right now, it's a celebration. "I love you so very much." He said it again. He can say it more times. Oh, it's thrilling.
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"I don't care, angel, you've said it now," they reply, in their own means of forgiveness, tugging him close. Crowley is a mess of emotions, happiness and love with an undercurrent of unworthiness and self-doubt, feeling they try to push aside so that they can linger in the moment, the angel's love and acceptance breaking down Crowley's barriers. It's dizzying, and Crowley takes a step back, tugging Aziraphale along, hoping the two can collapse on the bench together and just hold each other like this until they're inevitably returned to their own separate beds.
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He clumsily moves along as Crowley pulls him, barely trying to pull away just enough to see where they're going, so the both of them can sit, and then so he can press a kiss on their lips too. And when he looks at them with pure joy in his eyes and can't figure out the right words to say, he kisses them again.
"Oh..." He presses his forehead against theirs again, a hand resting on their shoulder. "It's been quite the evening." He chuckles out the understatement of the century.
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