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Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

characters: EVERYONE??
location: General Store + around Beacon
date/time: October 18-31
content: This is the costume prompt from the TDM, delivered to you all in mingle-style by popular request and with mod approval
warnings: n/a for now but will update

Although the month is already well underway, residents of Beacon will notice a brand new shipment being delivered to the general store—only this one comes via the forest, as a small legion of spirits quickly drop off crates of boxes at its doorstep before scampering back into the woods. Hopefully nobody is riding too hard on hoping for further rations or supplies, because opening them up quickly squashes any notions of a full month's restock. Instead, it looks like each crate is bursting with costumes! Coming in all shapes and sizes to fit anyone of any age or decree, there’s plenty to choose from. Something scary? Magical? Clever? Or maybe even a bit on the sultry side? Dig deep enough, and you’re sure to find something to suit your tastes, props, accessories, wigs and all!

If nothing else, surely you can find an alternate use for a bit of spare fabric in your size, but what's the harm of having a bit of fun? But, oh, be careful if you're playing dress-up while the hallucinations from the event are in play... These costumes might just have a funny effect on you. 🤔!

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"Yeah, that would be good," Crowley agrees. Maybe he should wait to do this all until his leg is at least somewhat healed? He at least has to wait until Xayah can fly. Maybe he'll be able to convince Aziraphale to come with him before then.

It feels, oddly, like before he Fell. Questioning the unquestionable person, being willing to fight the Almighty. Look how well that went for him, after all. And he's not about to put Aziraphale in the same position he's in with the rest of the town. They all hate him.

He isn't even thinking about that but he is thinking about how he doesn't want Crowley to go up there, and do something wholly foolish and cause even more problems.

He does leave from Crowley's arms to go clear his bed off of the books, and then gets back up to help Crowley down onto it. "Come now, have a lie down."

Crowley follows Aziraphale's lead, climbing into the bed and looking back up at him. Crowley can't help his nature---he is foolish, and hardheaded, and all of the things that have made him difficult to predict and kill over the years. It makes him a bit of a ticking time bomb in this small, simple town that's so dangerous.

"Couldn't actually sleep back there," he admits. "Which is saying something, I can usually sleep anywhere."

"Oh?" he asks. "Is it your leg, dear? Is it getting worse? You shouldn't be standing at all," he answers, looking really concerned. "Should I give it another look? Is it helping when I try to heal it?"

He's going to be a total menace and keep trying to get at Crowley's leg.

"No, no, it's fine---" Crowley says, batting away Aziraphale's attention at his leg. "It's fine. Really, it's healing on its own. Should be fine in a few weeks, I'm sure of it."

Another thing that Crowley is is bad at talking about emotions, so he decides to just drop it. No point in saying that he couldn't exactly sleep because Aziraphale wasn't there. That's just, well, it's just soft, isn't it? And besides, it isn't as though Aziraphale were in here in a deep slumber himself.

"Are you sure? You shouldn't just let this one slide, Crowley, and just hope you get better. It doesn't work like that."

He's throwing off the blankets now, and going to poke around. Crowley had better do something to stop his nosy angel.

"Why don't you ever take care of yourself, dear?"

"I do, angel, I do," Crowley says, tossing the blankets back over himself. "Come on, get to bed, I'm fine. Shouldn't have said anything at all."

He flops back on the bed, spreadeagled and exhausted.

"I'm taking care of myself. I'm eating, I'm having this thing looked at every day."

"That hardly qualifies, darling." He sits up on his elbow, peering down at Crowley. "Bare minimum. Shall I draw you a bath? Give you a massage, maybe?"

He doesn't tease or anything, he's being quite straightforward.

All of those things sound absolutely wonderful right now. All the same, Crowley can't handle the whiplash of going right from fighting with Aziraphale into Aziraphale taking care of him. He looks up at him and shakes his head.

"We should sleep," he says. "Another day of complete insanity in this town tomorrow and we should be ready for it."

"Not until I'm sure about your leg." He drapes an arm around Crowley. It might be a mood whiplash for him, but isn't it always with them? Aziraphale feels no differently about this, and he did say he didn't want to fight and he doesn't want to waste time.

He just can't do that, when they've spent the last six thousand years dancing around each other.

"The leg isn't why I couldn't sleep," Crowley admits. "It's not the problem, that's not why I----"

Oh, Heaven this is frustrating. It was almost easier when he was just suppressing everything he felt for Aziraphale.

"What? What is it, then?" he asks. "Are you coming down with a cold, dear? --Is it Soldier? You know, he's been doing well lately. Ah, are you seeing things still?"

Sometimes he just doesn't know when to stop talking.

Crowley starts to feel frustrated, but finds that all melts away immediately, replaced by an irrepressible fondness. No, Aziraphale wouldn't realize the reason he wasn't sleeping was because the angel wasn't there, would he? He'd see everything but Crowley's intense adoration for him.

At least some things don't change.

"Don't worry about me, angel," he says, shifting to lean into him a bit.

"Well, I can't help it, dear," he says, his worry being ripped out like wind from sails.

Aziraphale lies back down, onto one of Crowley's arms, and moves the blankets back over the both of them.

He'd at least purchased pajamas by now, and he looks quite soft and cuddly in them.

After he closes his eyes and tries to drift off to sleep, they snap back open. "Crowley. You never did tell me what it was that kept you up."

Crowley snuggles into Aziraphale's warmth, curling up into him rather like a snake on a hot stone.

"Doesn't matter," he says. "Won't keep me up now."

He can already feel himself start to tire.

"It matters to me," he responds, brushing hair back and then placing his hands behind Crowley's neck and starting to massage it gently anyway. He presses a kiss into the corner of Crowley's eyes, which he likes to do, something to remind him how pretty he finds that lovely amber.

They never had this before.

They didn't touch, they didn't embrace, they didn't have this. He wants to hate this town, but for all its many, many faults, here is a place where he can be with Aziraphale in a way he's always wanted to be.

"I like having you here," he says, closing his eyes to the touch of Aziraphale's lips there. "When I sleep."

"I know," he responds, snuggling into Crowley. "Me too." He can't sleep without Crowley either, but he hadn't been able to do so in the first place.

"You're a very comfortable pillow."

"Do you think so?" Crowley says, curling his body up into Aziraphale's.

At least Aziraphale is forgiving. It's not just that he's an angel, it's that he cares about Crowley. Crowley could feel his love for him radiating to him when he was an angel, in those brief moments where he felt divinity again.

They love each other. That matters. Heaven and Hell can't take that away from them.

"Surprisingly so," he says. "I think it's this," he adds, as he reaches up to press on Crowley's chest. It's firm and warm and the sound of his heartbeat lulls Aziraphale to sleep.

"Should I continue telling you all the things I like about you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Is this your newest tactic to keep me from doing stupid things?" Crowley says with a teasing smile. "Cover me in compliments so I don't want to go anywhere?"

He lifts up a hand to run it through the angel's hair.

"If so, it will absolutely work so please go ahead."

"In that case," Aziraphale stars. "You've got a lovely nose. I always found it so distinguished." He presses a kiss to it. "And a beautiful smile." he leans in and offers him a quick kiss.

"And I love the way you sound. Especially early in the morning."

"Oh, so you like it when I don't want to get up and don't want to do anything," Crowley says, looking at the angel with a slow smile on his face. "That's good, because that's my usual state of affairs, not just in the morning."

He traces his hand down the angel's side, pressing his fingertips along his arm before stopping at his hand. He twines their fingers together.

"No, I just love when you have a little sleep left in your voice," he replies, kissing him in a way that's more just him smiling against Crowley's lips.

"I like these," he says, leaning back just a little bit to gently poke at each of Crowley's freckles that dot his face. He could draw little constellations across the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, angel, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you," he says. "You're just a romantic. Next thing you know, you'll be saying you like my morning breath, too."

He leans in and gives him a firmer kiss. All this kissing, it's so very good. Didn't have any kissing back on Earth, did they? Now he gets to have it whenever they have the time.

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