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Minako Aino ([personal profile] loveandduty) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-06-06 03:37 pm

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]
agathokakological: cheekbones that can cut glass ([099])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"We have time, angel." they murmur, hand petting at the back of his head still. "It can't be that late. Sun's not even up yet. Er--- Void-light, whatever it is."

Crowley's head turns to look at the window, still dark and empty, like the vacuum of a black hole in space. They'd existed before space, so they're not as frightened of it as they probably should be, given their lack of understanding of it to begin with. While their head is turned, they help themselves to another sip of wine, wanting to free up their hand to hold the angel as quickly as possible.

"As far as I'm concerned, waking up is just a detour. We can always come right back here."
salutosinedelectat: Crowley, neutral (What's over there)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale composes himself when they look away, tugging at his ascot, but when he looks back over, he looks at the window as well, out into the void. He wouldn't say he's comfortable with it, but he's not exactly afraid, either. It's just... A thing. Having recovered his powers, most of the fears he'd collected in Life Aftr were easily discarded, and while the situation isn't ideal, at least it's more tolerable.

"Would you like to?" Once again, as if the answer wasn't obvious. But it's polite to check.
agathokakological: gloating ([014])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm let's see..." Crowley mock-ponders, finishing off their wine and setting the glass aside with the bottle. Their hand smooths up Aziraphale's chest to his shoulder a finger lifting to tease at his neck. "Lay in a packed room or come back here where it's just you and I...whatever will I choose?"

Crowley's smirk says it all, and Crowley starts to wonder if there was a way to secure the room like someone had the one beside it, so that they can access it whenever they need to. Perhaps they have a trick or two up their sleeve.
salutosinedelectat: Sitting, Crowley, hands (Hold hands)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels his face go quite warm yet again, which he could possibly blame on what they've had to drink tonight, and not the new exciting world of this sort of interaction. Still, there's a curl at the corners of his lips, and quite a fond look in his eyes.

"It is a bit... quieter here." And private, at least for the time being. Should they put up a curtain? He much rather not have anyone peering in on an intimate moment while passing by.
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mn, quiet, yeah. Doesn't have to be." Crowley teases, drunk off of wine and the angel's love, overly enjoying themselves this evening. It's quite easy for Crowley to get carried away like this, feeling themselves, feeling the angel beneath their fingertips, feeling a whole mashup of emotions they've never quite dealt with before.

"What would you like to do, angel. I want to make you happy."
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale isn't quite sure what exactly they're trying to get at with that first part, but he's still thankful for the dim light in the room for not entirely revealing the embarrassing redness of his features. He does hope he won't get stuck like that.

Still, the love and glee radiating from the demon is infectious, as if the angel didn't have to handle his own matching feelings. Oh, what a bother, really, to sit here and finally delight together over a something that always seemed impossible not that long ago.

"Oh, my dear, I'm already quite happy." There's no polite humility in what he's saying - the joy radiating off of him is palpable, or at least quite clear in his smile. He pulls his arm from around their waist so that he may cup it on their cheek. "All I want is to be able to enjoy my time with you."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale's response is so very sweet, but Crowley expects no less, their fingers moving up to touch at the hand at their cheek affectionately. Crowley moves over Aziraphale a bit instinctually, wanting to be closer now that there isn't an arm around them holding them there.

"That's all I want, angel." they say softly, "We can come here as often as you'd like... or wherever, really. I'm not ashamed to be seen with you."

Crowley very much hopes Aziraphale doesn't mind, but they do think the best way to snuggle up and hold the angel for the evening involves draping their legs across his, so they do that, wrapping their arms around his neck again, all in one very fluid motion.
salutosinedelectat: Smile (aw.)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He suddenly finds himself with a lot of demon to hold, and, quite honestly, he really doesn't mind; quite the contrary. At first, he's a bit surprised, but it's far from the first time Crowley has attempted to hold onto him when they're alone (though, usually, they would be preparing to sleep, and hardly ever commented on any of it).

He easily falls into another sweet smile, one arm going around the demon's middle again as he drinks the rest of his wine and puts his glass away. His now free hand rests over Crowley's knee, and he feels himself quite snuggly.

To think, they don't have to hide anymore. They don't have to pretend to be enemies, or that they don't know each other. That they went from that to this. "Anywhere, as long as we're together."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-19 02:20 am (UTC)(link)

Crowley sighs happily, resting their head against the angel's. They didn't feel the need to respond, there was enough that could be said without words, after all. Crowley could be comfortable in silence, the only noise between them their collective heartbeats.

After a moment of consideration, their hand slides up and into the angel's hair, coaxing him into a soft, sweet kiss.

salutosinedelectat: Wings, Crowley, eden (I'll cover you)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-19 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
The music still plays, from nowhere, quiet and softer and more subtle, now back to its usual pace and melody. It's astounding just how right things can feel, considering where they are, what they've been going through. As far as he's concerned, nothing might as well exist outside of this room, right now.

He doesn't need much coaxing now, either. He meets that kiss with his own, lips still curled into a smile that doesn't seem like it's going away anytime soon.