[Crowley/Aziraphale] And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

[notparticularlydemonic]

And I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
And I'll use you as a focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want
And I've moved further than I thought I could
But I missed you more than I thought I would
And I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind""

Characters: Crowley and Aziraphale
Slash Warning?


It had been six months since the world ended. Or, at least, since the world didn't end when it was supposed to. It had been a terribly quiet six months for the demon. What were you supposed to do when you avert the apocalypse and find yourself in that terrible feeling of limbo. Were they in trouble? Were they safe? Did they still have ties to their respective sides? There were a lot of questions and not a single answer. Sure, they could pop back down and above for a quick chat, but why the heck would they want to do that? Why rock the boat when it was sailing just fine?

So, Crowley decided, they needed a break. At least, he needed a break and he was sure he could twist the Principality's arm into going with him. And that's how he found himself sauntering into the bookshop just before closing time. He wondered if the angel would try to shoo him away for the late hour or welcome him despite it being far past tea time.

"Angel?" He called, looking about somewhat warily.

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[manicuredangel]

He picked up two of his favorite teacups and their saucers from the cupboard and set them on the table. “No, none whatsoever. It’s not entirely unusual for them to be out of contact for so long, but after all that dreadful business, I must say I am grateful for the reprieve.”

The sugar bowl was already on the table, but he pulled the cream out of the fridge along with a bowl of fresh strawberries. “Have you heard anything from yours?” He was a bit worried about that to be honest.

[notparticularlydemonic]

"Not so much as a burst of static from my side. It's unnerving." He followed the angel to the table and fluidly slid into his usual seat.

"I'm not saying I'm against the silence," His sunglasses came off, folded into his breast pocket. In the comfort of Aziraphale's company, he was always able to relax more. "but I am concerned that they may be regrouping."

[manicuredangel]

Aziraphale nodded thoughtfully. “ It is perhaps a touch worrying.”

He prepped the teapot with some Darjeeling tea and poured the hot water in once the kettle started whistling. Comfortable silences were things he was grateful to be able to have with Crowley. They had spent so much time together over the last several millennia that the angel felt the most comfortable with his demonic counterpart. He brought the teapot and a tin of biscuits over to the table and sat down.

He smiled at Crowley. How long had it been since he felt comfortable enough around Aziraphale to start removing his sunglasses when they were in a private location? He couldn’t quite remember, but he never stopped secretly delighting in seeing Crowley’s eyes. There was a hidden warmth and kindness in them that Aziraphale could plainly see once he noticed it. He felt a small twinge of pride in his heart that the demon chose him of all beings to let his guard down with, if even only a little. He was “chosen” as it were, like meeting a stray cat for the first time and it allowing one to pet it.

“Though I suppose in the meantime, we should continue with what the boy said. ‘No more messing about’?”

[notparticularlydemonic]

Crowley likely didn't even remember when it had started. It just became a thing. And from there it devolved into a habit. Really, he had no clue it touched the angel the way it did. It was just a matter of fact: Aziraphale was special, so there were few if any pretences left that he upheld around him.

"It just so happens that I've a little brilliant plan for ensuring we adhere to that little order." Not that they really needed any sortof plan for it. They'd been doing just fine behaving in the last six months, but he felt like he needed a sales pitch if he was going to convince Aziraphale.

Crowley plucked one of the strawberries from the bowl, but didn't eat it yet. He used it to gesture absentmindedly as he spoke. "Hear me out before you turn me down," he began. "We go on holiday. I was thinking tropical, but I'd be willing to settle for wherever you're comfort niche would be--here does not count. It would keep us out of trouble and off the radar while spending quality time together that we never afforded ourselves when we were being hounded by our respective bosses."

There might just be a hopeful looking those serpent's eyes of his. You wouldn't want to crush that hope, would you, Angel?

[manicuredangel]

Aziraphale blinked, his mouth falling open slightly in surprise. That was hardly the idea he thought Crowley would come up with. They really hadn’t ever been on Holiday before, but there also waasn’t exactly anywhere on Earth they hadn’t been.

“Holiday, Crowley?” He wasn’t sure, but he could tell this was something his dear friend really wanted. “I mean, I suppose we could. It’s been rather a while since we wen’t somewhere tropical. Did you, er, have some place in mind?”

[notparticularlydemonic]

"I mean... yes?" Don't mind him while pauses with the strawberry. A moment later he decides to just eat the poor fruit and set the green crown down. "Nowhere specific." Crowley actually hadn't thought quite that far ahead. Mostly because he thought it might take some wrangling to get the angel to agree.

"Are you... okay with the beach? Fiji? I know we've been everywhere, but we've never actually been without motives. A proper holiday."

[manicuredangel]

To be fair, he hadn’t agreed yet. But he was considering Crowley’s proposal. It certainly would be nice to get away for a bit and the warm tropical air would be a nice change from the cold winter they were going through.

“Fiji could be nice.” He considered Crowley with gentle, yet discerning eyes, trying to suss out what brought this about from the demon’s face.

He realized the tea had steeped long enough and poured some into both their teacups. he added two sugar cubes to his and stirred it carefully. “What brought this to mind, dear?”