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@easternblade sweet-talking a date through the radio waves.

The twenties certainly came in with a roar. All sorts of excitement coming around that seemed to spark the entire world and it wasn’t just the humans that get in on it. Oh no, the humans couldn’t have all the fun, could they?

The archangel was thrilled with all the excitement that came with the beginning of a new decade and it helped him to give a real edge to his show when he popped up on the masses of radio signals through the London area. It was his job to help liven people up and make them feel better and, so, that was what he was going to do with his show for those that really need it. Crowley could sense through where his voice might be needed. While he couldn’t get it exact he was very good at guessing and very good at getting people to talk to him back when he found it.

And today seemed like a particularly gloomy day for someone out there and one that was on the opposite side of him. Though it didn’t seem quite as bad, at least not upon the first feel and maybe he could help with whatever this someone was going through.

An upbeat jingle burst through a radio where he thought this energy was coming from and the archangel smiled as he pulled his microphone to his mouth and began to speak.

“Hello, there my dear listener! Why so glum and gloomy on this day? It’s a nice sunny day so full of life that this won’t do. This won’t do at all! Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind? I’ve been told I’m a great listener and can provide lots of help. I don’t bite and I certainly can’t bite all the way over here. My name is Anthony, Anthony Crowley. And you are?”

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it was kind of ridiculous how difficult it’d been to find the bookstore open. the bookstore. it always had such weird hours, and while any other person would have given up, it only made sam steadfastly more stubborn to get in. something about the place was just ... weird. like one big mystery. so when he walked down the street and saw the sign actually said OPEN, well --- he had to go in. not sure what he’d been expecting, it sure as hell hadn’t been something so ordinary looking with such an ordinary, stuffy --- if irate looking --- shop owner. “ sorry --- thought you guys were open? ” he asked, not really feeling all that sorry at all.

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“There's food in the kitchen, but- eh, probably nothing you’d like, with your sophisticated palate.” When he did have stocked cabinets, it was usually junk food with unhealthy amounts of coffee, tea, and alcohol. Crowley wasn’t so interested in food like Aziraphale was, and after the day- nay, week- that they’d had, he didn’t know how anyone could be hungry, but his angel friend seemed to always be open to something to knosh on.

Crowley swaggered into the living room and plopped himself down onto the sofa, boots kicked up to rest his feet on the coffee table with an exaggerated sigh. “Savin’ the world can really wipe you out.” And taking public transit- oh, he missed his Bentley.

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@easternblade said: May I suggest Warlock Wilde? After Oscar Wilde, Az's favorite poet. Good alliteration and very fitting I think.

literally after I posted I thought about that. they SO would. when u name urself after ur gardener’s favorite poet w/o even meaning to.

az: erm, hello. would you happen to be warlock dowling?

warlock: ... warlock wilde now. changed it about a month ago. why?

az: :0.... :O!!!!!!

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“ do you actually sell any of these books?? ” an honest question, one that ran through his mind the more time he spent in the shop. most people that seemed to walk in either mistook it for something else or didn’t seem to really know what they were looking at. he had enough first editions and original texts in his own possession to know that these were near priceless. “ some of these would probably go for a thousand quid minimum, right?? ” / @easternblade.

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"Ah, welcome back." He greets Raphael with a gentle smile. A record is playing quietly in the background, while a fire crackles at the hearth. Their home away from home was dimly lit, filled with verdant plants and assorted baubles, warm both literally and metaphorically. "May I assume Warlock is settled for the night?" He busies himself by properly setting the table with red wine and freshly frosted cake. It appeared the gardener was becoming a bit of a baker as well. "Have a seat, my dear."

unprompted || always accepting.

The door closes behind her and she stays there in absolute silence. Tired, worn-out in a way that shouldn’t be felt by angels but which is settled in her bones after all she had gone through moments ago. And she can’t help it. It’s the kind of price one has to pay when you let your heart get involved in matters that you shouldn’t, like a little boy being neglected by his own parents. Like the anger that you feel when said couple demands changes in your work with that creature, or the pain that you feel when you remember that this is not the first child you’ve seen with the same need of attention written in his eyes.

It’s draining, and heavy, and for a moment all that Raphael can do is to rest there and let her mind and heart go quiet. Quieter as it can get.

But everything ceases once she hears the one sound that could change her entire world in less than a heartbeat. His voice, the paradise that exists only in that sound. Suddenly she feels the warmth entering her body, and when she finally chooses to open her eyes, his smile is the sight that robs her of any conflict that there could be. She is here, she’s at home, and she is bathed by a sentiment that is bigger than herself. God, that is her everything at this moment.

( And hopefully will continue to be for a couple of years from now. )

”Oh he has been for quite a while now, but you know who isn’t settled for the night? The parents. From all people. I just— oh sorry.” She stops just for a moment in the need to place a brief kiss on his cheek, unaware of how used she has become to this exchanges of affection between them ( weird, isn’t it? ) and she continues talking while her hands get busy with other activities: taking her coat off, releasing her long hair from the pins and ties that hold it all together. “I didn’t even ask you how was your day before almost burying you in my problems, did I? Sorry, please. Did you finish early? Oh and—holy mother of, did you made this?”

Oh, right, there’s when she noticed. Raphael found the cake he had made and approached it with nothing less than an endless fascination. Her eyes admiring every little detail in the frosting, and just for a moment, acting as if there was nothing else in the world more incredible that his little creation.

”When did even you learned to do something like this? How—?”

How was she going to make herself eat and disappear something like that? She definitely didn’t know.

#easternblade #did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards ; crowley #( god help my people | verse )#lISTEN #THIS WAS THE CUTEST THING I WRITE IN THE ENTIRE WEEK #THANK YOU FOR THE OPPORTUNITY I LOVE THESE TWO AND I LOVE THEIR LIFE IN THEIR LITTLE HOME #THANKS #ps my headcanon is that just like nanny astoreth she decided to present herself as a female for some part of this time #in case you were wondering about the pronouns

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“ DON’T GET MANY ANGELS IN MY SHOP . ” oz said , crouching down to find the book he was looking for . prophecy books were hard to come by . not many people liked them or INVESTED in them . flicking through the titles in the back room oz scratched the back of his head before looking around , noting the shocked expression . or the ... trying to hide a shocked expression . he raised an eyebrow , pulling the book out && standing up , brushing off the DUST from the leather bound texture .

#easternblade #*** interactions / oz & aziraphale ( easternblade )#*** semi-watcher-like-tendencies at work here ( v: 5 )

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