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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[sauntered_downward]

And you gave up your sword for them.

[That was all it took for Crowley to fall, then.]

[lunchbreaks]

--Oh.

[ He says this with such heaviness. He realizes this is Crowley confessing to him what attracted him to Aziraphale in the first place, and it's-- soft. ]

Is that why... you came closer? To get out of the rain?

[sauntered_downward]

That and---well, my hair. You should see what the rain does to it. It's a mess.

[Can't get too soft, here.]

[lunchbreaks]

...You stood under my wing because you wanted to get close to me. So we could weather the storm out together.

[ Oh, he's so excited about this. He places Crowley's hand back on his cheek, and pulls him gently down to rest his head on Aziraphale's chest.

Crowley won't need to ask to be held. ]

[sauntered_downward]

Well, if you want to put it that way----

[Yes, that's exactly what happened. He moves where Aziraphale moves him, resting his head against the angel's chest.

They've slept together before, they've held each other before, but there's something different about embracing like this, right now, with all of these emotions out in the open.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ He's feeling so good right now, like everything is perfect and in its place. A lot had to get fucked up to get here, but for now this makes him hopeful, like it trumps anything. ]

You waited for me, all this time.

[sauntered_downward]

Of course, angel.

Nobody worth waiting for like you are.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale responds to that by holding Crowley close. If he can hear his heartbeat from here, it's certainly picking up. ]

What was it you said?

No need for flattery, dear, I'm already in bed with you.

[sauntered_downward]

[That does make Crowley smile.

He can't actually think of a time he's been happier than he is right now. Part of him reminds him that this can't last, that something will happen to disrupt this perfection between them.]

Should we sleep?

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, I think so.

Could I still... read to you? Or, recite to you. Would it help?

[sauntered_downward]

I'd love it.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale searches through his index of favorite stories, and starts to recite Le Petit Prince from memory. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley saw the movie for this one. He rather likes children's movies. He relaxes in Aziraphale's arms, listening to him speak, listening to the sound of his voice. There's something wonderful about being completely surrounded by Aziraphale---his voice, in his arms, surrounded by his scent.

Crowley falls asleep laying on the angel's chest, listening to his story.]