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[lunchbreaks]

characters: Aziraphale and Crowley
location: At the park
date/time: 9/18 for lunch
content: A long overdue picnic, with a surprise meteor shower
warnings: Y'all it's gonna be cute. Hiss hiss fall in love.

Aziraphale had spent the last two days off and on making a spread for the picnic that he'd promised he'd take Crowley on before their little boat hijacking plot, so the fact that there were falling stars everywhere was just a nice little bonus. "Ah," he had said, as they headed out, straw basket full of goodies with a gingham blanket covering it tucked under one arm. "I wonder what that's all about."

Now, on the dark green lawn of the park, somewhere by the pagoda with the ice cream cart in plain view, Aziraphale throws the blanket open and places a rock on one corner and a bottle of wine on the other to weigh it down. He pulls out a few wrapped cheeses, some crackers, dried apricots, walnuts he'd cracked himself that morning, extremely terribly made pork pies, and eton mess that had, at one point, aspirations as a pavlova.

And, of course, some awful red table wine that would taste better once poured, as long as Aziraphale got to touch it first. "It is beautiful," he remarks, looking up at the sky. "Were you in the Americas for the Leonid storm in 1833? I was. It's a bit like that."

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[sauntered_downward]

Crowley tilts his head to the side. "You can't trust them, angel. We're going to leave them all in a little over a week. We can't get attached to them."

He knows that isn't what Aziraphale wants to hear. He always wants to save everyone.

[lunchbreaks]

"I'm not getting attached. And if they go back and tell everyone, so what. I thought we didn't have sides anymore, Crowley. I'm no more Heavenly than you are Hellish, so what's the point? We're just like them, now."

[sauntered_downward]

"We're not like them, angel. And they'll know it, and they'll try to use us," he says. "Or hurt us. Humans don't think rationally about things they don't understand. Remember Agnus Nutter? All she did was tell the future, she didn't have great big wings and change little bits of reality with a snap of her fingers."

He takes in a breath. "And if they work out about you, they'll work it out about me. And demons have a far worse reputation than angels do."

[lunchbreaks]

He's about to get angry all over again but when Crowley says the last bit, he sucks in a breath and lets it all go.

"Crowley," he says, after a pause. "I wouldn't let that happen to you." He shakes his head. "I'd rather make them all forget us than turn against you."

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley turns to look at Aziraphale again. Oh, there it is. The stupid angel wanting to protect him as well.

"You won't have to do that," he says, gently. "We'll...we'll figure something out. Just don't go telling anyone else."

[lunchbreaks]

"Alright. I won't tell anyone else." He pours himself a glass, finally, and sips the wine.

"Have you told anyone?" he asks, now that he's back to thinking properly.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley considers lying for a whole, long minute. After all, he had just gone off on Aziraphale for telling anyone.

He takes a long drink of wine.

"One person," he admits, slowly. "But only because she needed to be impressed."

[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale's eyebrows have taken off like they're trying to go to outer space. "You. Told a human, because you wanted to impress her."

He clicks his tongue behind his teeth.

"She must be special," he comments, sounding almost but not quite vaguely annoyed.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley considers this, oblivious to the annoyance in Aziraphale's voice. "Not especially," he says, casually. "But she is clever, and just a bit dangerous. It'd be good to have her on our side while we're here, at least."

Crowley rather liked Rosalind, actually. When she wasn't being especially difficult.

[lunchbreaks]

"Hmm, indeed," he responds, because he's sure that's why Crowley wanted to impress her. Make himself seem useful. Sure.

He tries not to think about it as he drinks his wine. But he also very pointedly avoids looking at Crowley at the moment.

[sauntered_downward]

"If anything happens and we can't leave on the ferry," Crowley adds, inadvertently digging himself in a deeper hole, "She's working on a pathway out. Take about three years, but it'll work, if she's right. Could give us another way out."

He takes a drink of his own wine and looks at Aziraphale curiously. Why is the angel avoiding looking at him?

[lunchbreaks]

"What use would that be, when Robin says we've got two?" he asks. "If something happens and we can't leave on the ferry, we might as well just let this one play out. How bad could the World Eaters be, anyway? Stay for two years, fight them, restore this world, then fix the portal."

He is about to give Crowley a look of distaste but aborts at the last moment, jerking away his gaze.

Yes, this is definitely on purpose.

[sauntered_downward]

"Do you really trust her?" Crowley asks. Where Aziraphale is pointedly not looking at Crowley, Crowley's gaze bores into the side of the angel's head. "She's just sitting up there, judging us, staring at us, waiting for us all to fail."

A pause.

"Sounds a bit like Other People we know."

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, hah. I know you're not Her biggest fan, but I can't believe you're letting that color your judgment on somebody else. What has she done to earn your trust so easily, hm? What makes her more useful than any of the allies I've acquired, Crowley?"

He takes the bottle and pours himself the rest. He's too sober for this conversation.

[sauntered_downward]

"Are we still talking about Robin?" Crowley asks, raising an eyebrow.

[lunchbreaks]

"No, we are talking about your woman, the one you want to impress, Crowley."

Oh no, there's more fidgeting. A pause. A couple times trying to open his mouth and saying something and then closing it and saying nothing.

And then.

"And I don't understand that if you like her, even if you think you might only know her for another three years, why you aren't trying to make more of that time."

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley opens his mouth and then shuts it immediately.

"Are we about to get very juvenile and discuss the difference between like and like like, angel?"

[lunchbreaks]

"I don't know what you mean, but it does seem very juvenile to string two of the same word together for emphasis, yes."

He frowns and drinks the rest of the wine. Oh boy.

[sauntered_downward]

"Humans live and humans die, angel," Crowley says. "And I haven't met one I like enough to try to build anything resembling a friendship with, much less more than that. And that hasn't changed in this town, either."

He's liked his fair share of humans, but he's kept them all at a careful distance. They don't live long enough to make real memories with, especially not for a being who can sleep off whole centuries when he's in the mood.

[lunchbreaks]

"Not a-- not a single one?" he asks, suddenly feeling very cold, and very drunk.

But then he takes a breath and launches into more conclusions.

"Ah-- Leonardo da Vinci. Don't tell me you weren't friends with Leonardo. Or, what was that young man's name. The one. Iggy Moonrock, or something." He hadn't even meant David Bowie, he'd meant Freddie Mercury.

[sauntered_downward]

"Yes, and Leonardo is dead," Crowley says, feeling suddenly very sour. "And so is everyone else I got acquainted with over the years. They don't live very long at all----I couldn't imagine keeping one around for any length of time at all, I'm not sure why you do."

Not that Crowley has jealously watched people flit into and out of Aziraphale's life. Even here, in this town.

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, Crowley." He reaches out and holds his hand. "Why do you think I always prefer the company of writers and musicians? Their work far outlasts their lives, --not just their work, but their thoughts, are there for me to visit long after they're gone."

That's how he does it.

"And it would be far lonelier if I hadn't, I imagine. There were hundreds of years we spent apart, after all. Can't imagine a whole century without a single friend."

[sauntered_downward]

"I would and I did," Crowley says. He doesn't pull his hand away, but neither does he curl his fingers around the angel's. "That's what sleeping and wine are for."

He lets out a huff of annoyance through his nose.

"And you think I'd---what, be romantically interested in three years with some human in this town? For what? That's barely a nap in our lifetimes."

[lunchbreaks]

"Well, if you were interested enough, yes! Some very good things happen out of spending very little time together."

He is feeling rather silly about thinking he was playing second fiddle and Crowley was choosing to spend time with him solely because he didn't want to bother given the short timeframe, and not because he'd prefer Aziraphale's company.

Because he did enjoy being the one Crowley liked to spend his time with best.

"--Do you mean to tell me you've never been involved with a human?"

[sauntered_downward]

"What do you mean?" Crowley asks, taking another drink of his wine. "Involved with a human?"

He knows exactly what Aziraphale means.