Crowley

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale didn't quite know what to do with himself.

Ever since the night before, when he'd blinked away from Crowley - Crowley who had kissed him. He was confused, and he was having feelings, and he didn't know how to deal with any of them.

So of course he decided to read one of his favorite books.

He put a "CLOSED" sign on the bookshop door, and sat down with a misprinted bible and a cup of tea.

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[sauntereddownward]

"W-we-w-Well, what if we go feed the ducks, then?" he tried again. His attempts to wile weren't usually thwarted so very well. Or, rather, hadn't been for a few centuries now.

[theangelfell]

"Crowley," Aziraphale sighed. Apparently he was being forced to be direct. "I'm not upset, and you've done nothing wrong, but you... you've thrown me into a bit of an emotional tailspin and I can't be around you while I'm processing it. I just need a moment."

[sauntereddownward]

"Oh."

So that was how it was, A moment. He knew Aziraphale's moments could last for years, sometimes. He didn't like the thought of that at all.

"Well...alright."

[theangelfell]

"Just a moment," Aziraphale promised him, and then smiled gently at him... before blinking away.

[sauntereddownward]

When Aziraphale had gone, Crowley growled and screamed his frustration to the sky. Not that anyone was paying attention Up There. He kicked the sand and flung his arms about. And then, quite calmly, he settled his sunglasses right, lost the flaming trunks and found himself back in a trim suit, and blinked back to London so he could get well and truly pissed.