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penbox2021-11-03 10:20 pm
temptationaccomplished) wrote in penbox2021-11-03 10:20 pm
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Aziraphale: The Old Bookshop
Misc CRAU -- Choose your flavor
The bell over the door rings, and from somewhere in the dusty shelving, Aziraphale mutters something under his breath. It sounds like "sugar" or "drat" but in any case, it's a mild bit of annoyance at having gotten distracted in his Oscar Wildes and forgotten to switch the sign to closed.
"I'm very sorry," he says as he comes around the shelf to greet the customer, book still in hand, "but we are-- Oh!"
The book, knowing better than to fall, finds itself relocated to a nearby table instead of falling on the floor with the angel's surprise.
"How did you get here?"
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"Through the door, same as everyone else."
Ask a silly question, Angel...
"Brought you something."
He held up the box full of chocolates fittingly purchased from the shop down the street called 'Sinful Treats'.
"House warming gift. Or... re-warming... Whatever. Thought it might help you settle back in."
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“Oh, you shouldn’t have. Really, and here I’ve nothing for you.”
He reached for the box, closing his hands around it without taking it from Crowley.
“But I do think bookshop feels warmer already.”
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Some how the act of his merely holding the box of sweets felt very tender and dear. Left over memories and confused feelings from their time in New York, no doubt. He made an effort to force himself to look away.
"Anyway your getting things all put back the way you like them?
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“I am,” he said with certainty. With Crowley looking away, he settled on looking at him, at the beautiful sharp lines of his profile, familiar and comforting as it had been in the jumble of worlds and memories. “I think the most important bits may have just sorted themselves out. Or be on their way to.”
He took a deep breath and stepped back. “Anyway, can I get you some cocoa? Tea? Some biscuits?”
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If he were to get through this a little booze was nessacary.
"Which were the important bits?"
He didn't want to assume or to hope... Both were dangerous and lead more often than not into disappointment or trouble. It was better to assume the worst, that everything was going back to normal and that none of what they had experienced in those other worlds had left a lasting impression on either of them.
"It's the Sondheim plays right?"
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And even though Crowley had missed the mark on the important bits, now Aziraphale gave a sigh and a sad gaze towards his Sondheims.
"He was only 91," he lamented. "Humans are tragically fragile; I don't think I will ever really get used to it." And surprisingly resilient, but that didn't change that they were all mortal, even the best of them.
"But no." Lest Crowley get the wrong idea. Aziraphale made his way to the back room, to sort through his liquor and get another batch of hot chocolate started. "Those are much too new. I'm afraid the most important things are far more timeless.
"How about yours? Have you re-settled into your flat comfortably?"
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Alec wouldn't have made it that far for instance... He would be lucky to make sixty with neither Fell or himself looking out for the idiot. Wearing his best inscrutable expression he found himself a seat perched on the arm of Aziraphale's little love seat and watched the door to the back room, speaking to the open door even as he could hear the rattling of teacups and saucers.
"I could go for something timeless."
So much wasn't...
"Plants needed watering but everything was just as I left it."