Party Time

[loveandduty]

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]

Comments

[agathokakological]

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]

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."

[agathokakological]

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]

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.