One Magic Moment

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Date: May 15, mid-morning
Location: The kitchen, then one of the banquet rooms
Status: Open and Public -COMPLETE
Summary: Raphael makes a formal dinner for everyone at the manor


One Magic Moment

Raphael stared down the telephone. He had finished his Chinese take-out and to be honest he was more than a little hungry. It shamed him to admit it, but he wanted food.

Flopping back onto his bed he stared up at the ceiling, a hand coming down to ruffle his bunny's soft fur. His mind drifted to the time he had been here, the friends he had made, the people who had helped him when he had been teetering on the edge of discorporation... They felt like his family now. A large, adoptive family.

Slowly, an idea began to seep into his mind.

While walking around the manor he had seen a large ballroom on the first floor. At night, it almost felt like being surrounded by stars, the celestial lights above twinkling against the sky.

He leaped to his feet, startling his bunny, and dashed from his room. He knew there had to be a grocery store or a marketplace or something around here. It may take some time to find it (worst case scenerio he would have to buy veggies from an elderly lady's garden) but he knew he could make it there and back, including the shopping, and be back in time to spend all day setting up and all tomorrow cooking. He could have formal invitations made and slip them under the doors... Tomorrow night would be plenty of time, right?

He had to hurry. If he was going to gift his family with a formal dinner, he had twenty-four hours to go!

Before he left, however, he stopped at a certain angel's door. Knocking gently, he called, "Aziraphale? Are you there?"


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Raphael reached over and lightly put his hand on Aziraphale's cheek, gently nudging him to face him so that their eyes could meet. "Aziraphale, it's okay. I can see it, you know? Whoever it is seems to make you really happy." He remembered Hadassah. "Jist be careful," he added. "Love is a wonderful thing but it can get you eaten by Hellbeasts."

He returned to his position sorting ingredients. "At least you have better sense than I do. You wouln't fall for a demon's trickery. As if demons were capable of love..."

He brought his knife down to chop a carrot cleanly in half.

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Aziraphale grasped at any part of that he could answer and not get smote for.

"I nearly got eaten by hellhounds once," he offered. "Ages ago, outside Akkad. You may have been there? Two thousand years ago, around thereabouts. Nasty buggers, but, you know, time flies like the wind, and fruit flies like bananas and all that hogwash."

[halosphere.livejournal.com]

Raphael had known Aziraphale since he was but a cherub. He had mentored him and taught him and he knew him. Thus, the Principality's reaction was like a neon light and all the clues suddenly snapped together, beginning with the heavy infernal aura.

He dropped the knife, clattering to the floor. His fingers grew numb and his blood chilled to ice as the realization set in. How could he have missed this?

"Aziraphael..." He moved and placed both hands on his shoulders, eyes fixed on his. "You're in love with a demon."

It was a statement of fact, not a question.

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale stared at Raphael in much the same way that Raphael was staring at him.

It was the first time the words had been spoken aloud, that he had been forced to confront the idea. He was in love with a demon.

He was in love with a demon.

"Oh."

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"Who is it?" he asked tenatively. "I know it isn't Beelzebub, so it would have to be one of the other two in the manor..."

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale's mind grasped onto that. He considered telling Raphael that yes, Beelzebub and he were lovers and the story of Beelzebub's wanting him dead was a lie, but instead...

Wait, other two?

Baraq, Beelzebub, Belial, and Crowley were the four demons here. Raphael had to know about Beelzebub and Belial. But who was the other one?

He was gnawing on his lower lip, thinking.

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"Aziraphael..." He felt a pang of hurt that the angel he had been so close to and mentored wouldn't let him in. Didn't I do that to my brothers...? "Please talk to me?"

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

"I... which demons are here?" Aziraphale asked softly, hoping Raphael would just humour him.

He did not want people knowing Crowley was here. The poor dear was just nervous enough that if one of the archangels looked at him sideways he might do something incredibly stupid. Baraq, he mused, was in the same boat.

Buggerall. It didn't help matters any that while he scrambled to salvage the situation, a good portion of his psyche was saying You're in love with Crowley you're in love with Crowley over and over again. Useful, that.

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"Aziraphael..." His voice was soft and kind, eyes never shifting their gaze.

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale wished he had a cell phone that would go off at this perfectly convenient time.

And then the unattended misal-pav burst into flames, and Aziraphale certainly didn't stick his hand in on purpose while trying to douse them.

New thread? <3

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Raphael quickly grasped his hand, using his other one to grab the pan of boiling waterto douse out the flames. He sighed, quietly surveying Aziraphale's hand for burns. "You don't trust me," he said quietly.