EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

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EVENT LOG:
BURY A FRIEND

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: october 9-17.
content: the hallucinations begin...
warnings: psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

it's probably something that shouldn't be said out loud

October 9 feels like a normal day at first, save for the red lighthouse beam cutting through the darkness overhead. You know by now—or you've heard—that the lighthouse is only active during ferry arrivals and events... And there's definitely no ferry docked at the, er. Beach. The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.

And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! Will did warn you all about the effects of living without a sun and a proper day/night cycle.

As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...

While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever!

...Right?

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[lunchbreaks]

No.

[ And this also settles his nerves over whether Crowley thinks this is a temporary arrangement. He should've been tipped off by the six thousand years. ]

I wouldn't let them, if they tried.

[sauntered_downward]

We still have to get back.

[Not that Crowley isn't suddenly finding some reasons to like being here.

Just not the part where his friend and him are hallucinating every five minutes]

[lunchbreaks]

Yes.

Tomorrow, dear. We can talk about that tomorrow, isn't that what we agreed?

[ He can't even properly distract Crowley for one night.

He ghosts a finger over Crowley's hip. ]

Won't do if this doesn't heal.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley's gaze becomes very serious at the touch of Aziraphale's hand on his hip. He is, of course, not inexperienced, but has he's complained to Aziraphale before, Lust was always a boring sin with humans. He's never longed for it like he does with the angel.]

Are you going to harp on my leg all night?

[lunchbreaks]

Will it get you to take care of it?

[ He burns under Crowley's gaze, and feels his breaths deepen. ]

You know. I do like your gait. Wouldn't want for it to change.

[ Yes, he has been looking at the swishy hips. How could he miss the swishy hips? But you're welcome, Crowley. That's your confession. ]

[sauntered_downward]

I have been taking care of it. I've got you. I've even got a healer come in to look at it every day. It's on the mend, angel.

[If only he would stop walking on it and falling on it every other day.

He moves himself over Aziraphale a little better, his leg out of the way.]

So you like my gait, then?

[lunchbreaks]

[ Oh, of course he'd take it this way. Better than having to talk about escaping, he supposes. ]

You've got a very... unique ambulatory pattern-- alright, Crowley, alright. You have a nice saunter.

I like it.

[ There's a whole list of things he could say he likes about Crowley. He'd like to write them down on little slips of paper and shyly offer them to Crowley one at a time. ]

[sauntered_downward]

Anything else you'd like to share?

[Crowley carefully looks at the angel, lying under him in this bed. Giving him a very careful once-over, a bit like he's looking a him for the first time.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ Oh, that gets him to swallow a lump in his throat. ]

Oh, lots. In due time, I think.

[ He brushes a little of the hair at Crowley's temple. ]

But I-- I've missed seeing your eyes, I think. Since you've started wearing glasses.

[ Like, two thousand years ago. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[This makes Crowley raise an eyebrow]

They're the eyes of a demon, angel.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes. But they're yours.

[ Does he think Aziraphale is lying? ]

And if you think about it, everything of yours is that of a demon's.

[sauntered_downward]

And you like the other parts of me, too?

[His voice is beyond hopeful, here. Talk about conversations he never thought he'd be able to have, conversations he's always wanted to have.

He traces his hand down Aziraphale's chest.]

Care to share what parts?

[lunchbreaks]

[ He for certain doesn't like the part that fishes for compliments, but despite his shiny lacquered finish, Aziraphale is aware of how low Crowley's self-esteem can get, so he starts by weaving fingers through Crowley's locks. ]

This, for one.

[ He tugs Crowley's hair back and presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw. ]

This one.

[ He moves onto fluttering a kiss at Crowley's throat and migrates his hand to his heart. ]

These...

[sauntered_downward]

[So, Crowley has never been bad at temptation. He was considered quite good at it, back in the day. Got a number of commendations for his work and all that. Lust was never his favorite, because humans were always so messy and annoying to deal with. But this? This could certainly change his mind about the whole thing.

He lets out a small noise from his throat involuntarily.]

Aziraphale...

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale freezes. ]

Too much?

[ He does remember Crowley telling him he didn't quite enjoy the most intimate of acts with humans, and he doesn't have enough of an ego to assume he'd be the exception to that. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley looks down at him, jaw a bit unhinged in surprise]

What? No! I was---I was enjoying that.

[He looks down at Aziraphale in concern]

Is this too much for you?

[lunchbreaks]

No.

[ He says this immediately. ]

I was just-- concerned, you know, I don't want you to take any of this the wrong way.

And I would... never want to make you uncomfortable.

[sauntered_downward]

What---what way do you think I want to take this?

[Pleasepleasepleaseplease be the way that Crowley wants to take this.]

[lunchbreaks]

I just... don't want you to think I'm being indecent.

[ Since the way he said his name could be considered both lewd and a warning. At least, he thinks so. ]

[sauntered_downward]

Yes, but what if I really, really, really want you to be indecent?

[lunchbreaks]

What-- whatever are you talking about, Crowley?

[ He is very confused, and he thinks perhaps they should have more conversations. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley looks at Aziraphale with his jaw unhinged again. There is no way Crowley was getting it this wrong, was he?]

Was this---did you not want---?

[lunchbreaks]

Well-- yes, of course!

But you shouldn't... just want to do things for my sake, Crowley.

And you'd made your boundaries quite clear, and I don't want to overstep them.

[sauntered_downward]

Boundaries?

Did you want a safe word or something? I didn't think we were starting there, but if that's what you want...?

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale, who doesn't know what a safe word is for, assumes that it will be just for if things are getting too hot and heavy and Crowley doesn't want to continue. He can sort of figure out what it is on context.

So, he smiles incandescently. ]

What a splendid idea. Yes.