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Date: May 2, 2003
Place: Crowley's bedroom
Status: Public
Summary: Everything's settled down in the Manor, and so Aziraphale focuses on recovery - for both of them, but mainly for Crowley.
Crowley had lost consciousness in the name of preventing Aziraphale from hitting his head again. Of course, had Crowley not done such a thing Aziraphale still would have been worried for his counterpart, but as it was he felt compelled to drag him through the roughed-up Manor and back to the Serpent's bedroom, laying him down, getting him in comfortable pyjamas, and making sure his wounds were as healed as he could manage. He left the door open in case anyone was looking for either of them, as he didn't want anyone to assume they'd died overnight.
Aziraphale's neck was still sore and so he had to sit up in an easy chair. He didn't have the energy to go look for a book in his room, so instead he grabbed the newspaper and started looking at it, too overwhelmed to actually read.
He just prayed that nothing was going to go wrong when Crowley woke up... The poor thing had been so skittish, and really how could he not, because things had been said and...
He sighed and tried to focus on the words.
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Date: Thursday, 1 July 2010 20:54 (UTC)Groaning a bit as his head caught up with the rest of his body, he rubbed his forehead. "Tartan?"
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Date: Thursday, 1 July 2010 22:22 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 03:41 (UTC)*The miracling increased his headache slightly, but some things were worth the pain.
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Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 03:52 (UTC)Hm. He "believed" indeed. After all, his neck hurt.
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Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 03:59 (UTC)The Serpent raised an eyebrow. "Did I not do a good enough job healing?"
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Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 04:08 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 04:22 (UTC)The concern he felt for the angel made the demon uncomfortable, which was normal, but it also reminded him of something...something that really would make him squirm, if he remembered it.
*This look had been perfected over the millenia.
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Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 04:29 (UTC)He sighed. "But things have been quiet. Perhaps once you go back to your nap I'll go find Gabriel to find out what's been going on. The chances of Michael having any ideas are slim, and knowing Raphael he's likely in a coma that could have been easily avoided had he not been worrying about someone else."
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Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 04:40 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 14:30 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Saturday, 3 July 2010 04:42 (UTC)The Serpent was a bad patient at the best of times and did always complain, especially if Aziraphale was fussing over him, just on principle. This time, however, Crowley really wouldn't mind if the angel left because maybe then Crowley could have the mental breakdown he felt scheduled to have now that he had Realized just WHY he gave a flying fig. Bugger it all.
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Date: Saturday, 3 July 2010 04:58 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Saturday, 3 July 2010 05:06 (UTC)The demon gave the angel an intimidating look--well, the one he always used when they were bantering and that seemed to have no effect whatsoever. "As for you staying, do what you want, but I'm perfectly fine now."
The nice thing about being the Serpent was that one was really good at lying without giving any indication one was doing so. Sadly, though this was one of his skills, it never seemed to work around Aziraphale. Just as Crowley's counterpart knew the looks he was giving under his shades, he also seemed to be able to ferret out his lies, particularly at those times in which Crowley least wanted him to do so.
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Date: Saturday, 3 July 2010 05:11 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Saturday, 3 July 2010 05:18 (UTC)*Although angels like the Metatron would be quick to point out that the Creator always had the last laugh. Just look at platypi.
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Date: Sunday, 4 July 2010 19:23 (UTC)He frowned. Crowley had, after all, gotten injured running away from him, so maybe...
"Of course, if you do feel the need to talk to someone about whatever's the matter with you, you know I'm always willing to listen to you, my dear."
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Date: Saturday, 17 July 2010 21:58 (UTC)