Crowley

[theangelfell]

Alcuin had seemed slightly horrified by what he'd just revealed to a stranger in a bookshop, but when Aziraphale opened his arms and Alcuin fell into them, he knew the young man would immediately feel better. He rubbed his back and said quietly, "It's all right, my dear. None of this is your fault."

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[theangelfell]

Aziraphale sighed. "The boy didn't murder people. Not intentionally. Though I think this situation with Klaus is also more complex than it seems. His killer is a man of God. Apparently convinced that Klaus will return."

[sauntereddownward]

His scowl twisted to something much more deeply, personally displeased.

"That's not good."

He hesitated.

"You should look into it. That's the Right thing to do."

[theangelfell]

"I'm sure the man could use some guidance," Aziraphale sighed. "What a mess." He was fond of Klaus, too.

[sauntereddownward]

"Someone should check on Klaus. He could be confused," he suggested. He rather liked the lad. He was a bit of a prick.

[theangelfell]

"And help him back?" Aziraphale offered hopefully. "It would be good for Alcuin, too. I think he's falling for this man. It would be a shame if he was a murderer." Again.

[sauntereddownward]

"Exactly," he nodded. "You should go do that. Get him back."

[theangelfell]

"Crowley, don't ah... don't you know your way around a bit better than I do?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Me? Surely you don't think I..."

He sputtered momentarily.

"You're not suggesting I go help."

[theangelfell]

"That is exactly what I'm suggesting," said Aziraphale.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley screwed up his lips, gave a pathetic whinge, and stomped his foot petulantly.

"Fine," he huffed.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale leaned in and kissed Crowley's cheek.

"I wonder if I should check on Alcuin. Or perhaps the pastor."

[sauntereddownward]

Oooh, Alcuin. Of course. Of course.

"I'm sure the pastor could use some council," he said.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I think so. And I can check on Klaus' body while you try to find his soul."

[sauntereddownward]

"Do I really have to?" he whinged. "Maybe he'll figure it out on his own."

[theangelfell]

"Please, Crowley," Aziraphale said softly.

[sauntereddownward]

He huffed again.

"Fine. I'll go. Just give me some time. It's not as if I have the whole place memorized."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale nodded. "Thank you, Crowley. For helping."

[sauntereddownward]

"I'll see what I can do," he grumbled...even though hearing the angel say thank you like that has him eager to hear it again.

[theangelfell]

Azirphale moved closer, and put his arms around Crowley's neck. "I know you don't want me to praise your kindness," he said softly. "So I will tell you that you're clever and brave and..." He blushed, and then stammered, "Sexy."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley snorted.

"I already said I'd do it, angel. You don't need to flatter me."

He paused.

"Though, it is nice..."

[theangelfell]

"Is it flattery if it's true?" asked Aziraphale with a little smile.

[sauntereddownward]

"Technically, yes. I believe it is," he said, standing still as he enjoyed the way Aziraphale pushed against him.

[theangelfell]

"Now, Crowley," Aziraphale said, a touch more serious as he continued to stand close to him, "Tell me why you so dislike Alcuin Delaunay. I confess, I'm surprised. Usually you rather like pretty things."

[sauntereddownward]

"I like expensive things," Crowley countered. "Tasteful things."

[theangelfell]

"Ouch," said Aziraphale. "It's a bit backwards that you're judgier than I am."