voidtreckerexpress | Party Time

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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]

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"I would rather like it, yes." He answers with unnecessary levels of politeness, a bit above the usual. He doesn't like that there's a set stop to the evening beyond their control, but there's not much he can do about that.

Still, he smiles against their cheek and brushes a small kiss, before pulling back enough to be able to see their face. "If only this moment could last forever."

Aziraphale's polite demeanor is charming, as always, and as he pulls back, Crowley frowns sympathetically, their hand sliding down his cheek and touching gently at his chin before pulling away.

"I wish I could make it last for you." they say, craving the same, "There's always tomorrow, I suppose."

Crowley leans back, not pulling themselves out of the angel's arms, but freeing one of theirs enough to fetch the wine from the table. "Would you like more to drink, angel? I believe the occasion calls for a toast."

He feels the urge to follow after that gentle touch, so enamored by it and by the whole moment.

Watching them reach for the bottle, the angel smiles, practically radiating the giddiness he feels about this step they've taken. He doesn't entirely know the way forward, if something changes, if they just solidified what they knew, what else is there to discuss, but, right now, he's very happy just to celebrate.

He pulls one of his arms away, but the other stays around his demon. "I do believe you're right." And, with a snap of his fingers, he's holding two wine glasses, necessary tools for a proper toast.

"Ah, why thank you, angel." they say coyly, taking one of the glasses so that they can pour for each of them. Crowley pours generously, then sets the bottle to the side, on the ground.

"Cheers, angel." Crowley continues, holding their glass for a toast and settling into his arm again, their own slipping back around his neck.

Something veritably amuses him about how casual a gesture this feels, about something, about things that would have sent him into a panic if he even allowed himself to think about them too deeply, less than a year ago. Their lives have taken ridiculous turns, even as the creatures they are, but if they could take more turns like this one, why, that would be swell.

He holds up his glass and goes to respond, then stops. A thought ocurrs that amuses him enough to huff out a laugh, and his face softens into a sweet smile.

"...to the world?" He looks at Crowley with that gentle, but amusement tinted smile,remembering the lunch they had been sharing at the Ritz.

The world isn't exactly what Crowley had in mind, considering they are very much between worlds, as it were. A smile creeps across their face and Crowley too laughs softly, the hand around Aziraphale's neck petting at the hair there.

"At this risk of sounding very cheesy, angel... you are my world."

His cheeks flush and his smile turns a bit more coy. His arm is still around, resting on their side.

"Well..." He goes ahead and clinks their glasses together. "Maybe sometimes cheesy is good." And he takes a sip, though he still glances at the demon over his glass, finding it particularly difficult to keep his eyes off them.

Crowley scoffs lightly, bringing their own glass to their lips for a drink, unable to keep their eyes off of the angel either. It's possible that the angel has never seen Crowley quite this giddy, but the demon can't care, not when the evening has been so delightful.

After taking a drink, they lean into Aziraphale again, face nuzzling into his hair and breathing in his musk. Aziraphale has always smelled quite lovely, but there's just something incredibly intoxicating about him tonight that the demon can't get enough of.

He spares them a glance before Crowley is so close that the nuzzling against the angel's soft downy hair gives him a little ticklish shiver. He fusses his hand a bit, but doesn't particularly put off, if the way he subtly leans towards them is anything to go by.

"We should, hum." There's a nervous tinge to his voice, but everything else clearly shows he wishes he could stay here for far, far longer. "We should make sure, the-the time..."

"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."

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.

"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.

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.

"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."

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."

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.

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."

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.

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.

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