#fellandfeathers.

[hartlines]

A chicken, brie, and apple panini, accompanied by some crisps and roasted brussel sprouts, miraculously materializes on the table next to Sam while he's reading. A label-less bottle of blackberry soda appears a few seconds thereafter. There's no note or signature, but the meal will leave Sam feeling pleasantly warm for the rest of the day.

Hyperfocused on his research, Sam didn't notice the lunch served to him until he almost knocked it over with his elbow while trying to discard a page from his notebook.

The delicious panini and sides befuddled him because he knew he hadn't prepared them, nor had he had time to, and Dean had been gone for hours, so it couldn't have been him either. Few options remained, then, and all of them of the angelical kind.

Either way, he felt grateful to whoever had brought him the meal (he had his suspicions on who it had been), especially since his stomach had been grumbling for a while now, and it all looked appetizing enough to dive in right here and there.

[downs1de-has-moved]

PLAYLIST BASED STARTERS

@fellandfeathers → Rose-Colored Boy / Paramore

"You say we gotta look on the bright side..."

"I say: Well, maybe if you wanna go blind."

[hartlines]

There's a cupcake on Sam's nightstand, one that's far too large for a single person (almost comically so). A single fizzing candle sits at the center, neither melting the wick nor extinguishing until blown out by the birthday boy.

When Sam does puff out the crackling sparks, he'll be blessed with a week of rather extraordinary luck! More smiles will be shone his way, double of portions of food are tossed into his lunch order, and everything just so happens to work out in his favor. It's like he's become his own lucky charm.

Under the cupcake liner is a small note:

Blessings be upon you, Samuel. A most special day today was 24 years ago. —Love, Aziraphale

Waking up at the crack of dawn, Sam can't help but notice the oversized cupcake on his nightstand, which he's certain wasn't there the night before. After sitting up and rubbing the tiredness from his eyes with the back of his fists, he takes a closer look at the note and can't help but smile.

"24…"

Sam mutters, glancing off into the distance for a moment. It may not seem like much, but it is certainly a milestone, especially given the type of life he’s currently living.

He carefully picks up the cupcake, blows out the candle, and sets it aside. Taking a bite, he savors the sweetness, and for some strange reason, he feels a tad luckier than usual.

[downs1de-has-moved]

THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

@fellandfeathers: "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Dean had joked about Aziraphale's apparent reluctance to get his hands dirty, saying something along the lines of 'You're an angel, right? Aren't you supposed to be all smiting and burning bushes? Instead, you're running a bookshop and sipping tea?'.

His tone had been half-mocking, half-exasperated, and he was met with a calm and ever-so-slightly condescending response, which made his lips curl into a slight, lopsided grin.

"Well, I guess I just ain't used to seeing an angel more concerned with tea 'n crumpets than kicking a demon's ass."

Dean's tone is dripping with sarcasm. He's seen all sorts of things in his life—demons, monsters, the works. But an angel who looks like she's straight out of a Jane Austen novel? That's new.

Dean pushes off the wall, his demeanor shifting from defensive to curious. 

"But hey, whatever floats your celestial boat. Just seems to me like y'might be missin' the whole point of bein' a warrior of God, y'know?"

He crosses his arms over his chest, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. 

"Or is that just another bedtime story, like the one 'bout Gabriel kicking Lucifer's ass outta Heaven?"

[downs1de-has-moved]

THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

@fellandfeathers: "What seems to be the problem?"

Sam stands in the doorway of A. Z. FELL & Co., a quaint and dimly lit bookstore. Books are crammed into every nook and cranny, their spines worn and pages yellowed, and the place smells of aged paper, leather, and something else—but he can't quite put his finger on what that last thing is.

As the door closes behind him, a mysterious voice, seemingly from the depths of the shop, speaks to him.

Drawn to it, Sam shifts his weight, twisting and contorting his frame to walk through the hallways without knocking over a bookshelf and making a mess of things. He's not entirely comfortable with all this—being out of his element, in an unfamiliar city, surrounded by things he doesn't fully understand.

"Uh, yeah…"

Sam starts, his voice uncertain and low.

"I'm looking for something. Or someone, maybe."

His eyes scan the room again, finally finding the other amongst the chaos.

"I heard you might be able to help."

[saturnmused-a]

@fellandfeathers // keanu & aziraphale // starter call.

❝ so, an angel, huh ? ❞ empath had been able to discern the difference in other's experience of emotionality, but the information had come freely enough from other. ❝ how d'you find earth these days ? kind of a hectic, chaotic mess, isn't it ? ❞ keanu has his own experience with this; constantly surrounded to the point of overwhelm by others emotions, all the time. even after all these years, he still finds it extraordinarily hard to shut himself off to the cacophony. ❝ how does it compare to the big baddie upstairs ? anything alike ? ❞ his curiosity is obvious.

[peacereflecteda]

@fellandfeathers // requested.

❝ oh, i've heard about the end of the world. ❞ she fixes gaze on the angel, look intent on finding something in other's expression. there's a spark in her eye that says she's not leaving until she discovers it. ❝ real nasty business, apparently. i don't know all the details. overhead it during family dinner one night. you know how it is. ❞ she tilts head, raises brows and asks the question: ❝ what are you doing about it, aziraphale ? ❞