logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

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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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.

Boundaries?

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

[ 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.

[Well, there is an absolute shocker. Crowley knew from the beginning that Aziraphale was probably more experienced than he was in this department, but he didn't think he'd be into this sort of thing. For an angel, being into whips and chains? More than a little surprising.

Well, that's just something to...go with. It's definitely not going to make Crowley a little nervous, definitely not at all. He's far too cool and casual to feel that.]

All right, we can do that.

I want whatever you want, angel.

[ He knits his brows. ]

Crowley, that's not how it works. You can't just go along with everything I want, otherwise the safeword doesn't really have a use.

Yeah, well, I mean---that's obvious, I'm not about to do something I don't want to.

I just wasn't expecting to need a safeword the first time we, you know----

[He gestures to their proximity in bed]

[ Again, he just assumes Crowley means the general kiss, make out, get in a bed. ]

--Well, I hadn't either, but.

[ He turns a bit pink. ]

Suppose I can't help myself sometimes. You really are... beautiful, Crowley. Incredibly.

I'm already in bed with you, angel, you don't have to flatter me.

[He leans in, pressing a kiss to the angel's neck.]

Whatever your weird kink is, I can handle it. I'm a demon, I'm sure I've heard of stranger.

[ Aziraphale is several decades behind on slang and thinks of something kinky as something illegal.

He places a hand on Crowley's chest. ]

Excuse me? I think we are having a miscommunication.

[Crowley leans back up to look down at the angel.]

With what? I don't know exactly what you want----I assumed you'd tell me. You didn't strike me as the sort for whips and chains but if that's what you're into, I can be into it, too.

[ Now Aziraphale is sputtering. ]

Whips and-- excuse me, have we completely changed the subject when I wasn't looking? I quite thought we were trying to discuss lovemaking.

[Crowley looks at him, pretty dumbfounded]

I thought that's----you wanted a safeword?

Yes! For if you think I'm taking things too far in the bedroom, not in a -- a dungeon or something. I think we've both seen far enough of humans torturing each other.

[ Had Crowley thought that they were talking about fighting? And Aziraphale was still stuck on the sex thing? ]

My darling, I'm so sorry, I don't mean to be so... lascivious, I must just sound so awful. I sincerely promise you that I'm not some sex-obsessed fiend.

[Crowley looks at Aziraphale with both eyebrows up so high they're basically in danger of flying off his head]

What do you think is going to be too far in the bedroom for me, exactly?

Well I don't know, isn't that why we have a safeword? I thought if you hadn't told me, that you hadn't figured it out, and we could do that together.

[ Except that Aziraphale thinks it's going to stop at some heavy petting. Maybe a little under-the-shirt action. Possibly some dry humping. He doesn't really want to do the dry humping bit, so maybe they can just call it a day shortly before that. ]

It's really, really too late to save my virtue, angel. I've done this a fair few times before.

[He's never wanted to do this like he wants to do this right now, but that's a whole different story.]

I know.

But... you've never wanted to, and that's the whole point. If it's going to be a chore for you, I'd rather we just refrained.

It won't detract from how I feel about you, or how I feel about us. If you're worried, don't.

[What?

Oh.]

You mean when it was work and I was instructed to fuck humans for specific temptations? Yeah, that was a bit of a chore, angel.

This? Not a chore. Absolutely, 100% here for this.

But you've never...

...You've never sought out paramours outside of work?

[ He's just a little stunned to be the exception. ]

[Crowley's expression softens]

Never anyone else I wanted.

[ Is there perhaps, another cherub in this room? Because Aziraphale feels an arrow pierce his heart. ]

Crowley...

[ He had said six thousand years. And Aziraphale is starting to believe him.

He smiles, lopsided and lovestruck, eyes full of awe and wonder. ]

[Crowley reaches up to touch Aziraphale's hair, then trace his fingers down his face. No, in the six thousand years Crowley was on Earth, he never sought out romance. He more or less walked around with a great big not interested sign on his head for all humans knew. He didn't want them.

He'd already fallen for one very particular ethereal creature.]

Glad we cleared that up, because I was getting a little worried about what you were expecting.

...What did you think I had been expecting?

[ He frowns deeply. ]

Did you take me for Marquis de Sade, my dear? Quite a leap!

Yeah, I know! I didn't expect it!

[He shrugs]

You've always been full of surprises.

I assure you that I have no and am very unlikely to develop violent proclivities in the bedroom.

--Do. You?

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