Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

[callada]

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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[lunchbreaks]

"Things from the previous tenants. But there's such a lovely window up there, I was hoping we could turn it into a third bedroom. A small one, more of a loft, but..."

He shakes his head into Crowley's back. "We can do it when we're both feeling better."

[sauntered_downward]

"Somewhere for the human soldier person to sleep properly," Crowley agrees. "I mean, he's fine on the couch and all, but I don't really want a fourth person in here."

He freezes.

"You haven't found another person you want to bring in here, right?"

Aziraphale makes a lot of friends, after all.

[lunchbreaks]

"No, no, nothing like that. And honestly, I was thinking perhaps that I could move in with you eventually, but. Oh, I don't know. Eventually we'll run out of room."

"And then, we'll have a room."

[sauntered_downward]

"You mean, officially?" Crowley says, turning to look at the angel. "Get a room just for us?"

That feels more intimate than just living together in this cabin. It feels even more intimate than going to each others' room every night. It's a permanent announcement, even if it's just to themselves, that they have no intention of sleeping anywhere else.

It's sort of like admitting their friendship here. On Earth, there was always the rules and the lines and the boxes. The "sides" that they pretended to walk on when they really walked on their own. Now, Aziraphale was saying he wanted to drop the pretense and just sleep with him.

That means something.

[lunchbreaks]

"Well, when you put it like that... Is it a lot?" he asks. "Too much? I mean, I understand. If it's fast."

He can't see Crowley's face from here, and he is a little frozen in place. He doesn't want to hear a rejection, he doesn't want to hear trepidation.

He's not quite as brave as Crowley is when it comes to this.

[sauntered_downward]

"You know I've never had a problem with fast, angel," Crowley says. Especially not when it came to Aziraphale.

Two years here, fight the monsters, get out. Could he wait out two years? Because two years of this, he could certainly handle. It's the insanity, it's all of the danger and the worry that comes with Aziraphale nearly dying before his eyes that he hates.

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, you're right about that." He presses a kiss to Crowley's shoulder. "But what did you want to do?" he asks. "Clearly not clean out the attic."

Though naturally, he'd still be up for that task.

[sauntered_downward]

"Oh, I don't know," Crowley says, letting out a little sigh at the feel of Aziraphale kissing his shoulder. They were moving into their own room. Aziraphale wasn't cross at him anymore, at least for the moment. The night seemed to be going pretty well, so he decides, as always, to press his luck.

"We could try---being a little less chaste?"

[lunchbreaks]

"Crowley," he responds. "I told you we can't. It'll be hard on your leg, dear," he adds. "Though I think my ribs have been healing up well."

He lowers a hand to Crowley's hip.

[sauntered_downward]

"Yeah, yeah, my leg," Crowley says, letting out a sigh. "So I'll need to wait this out another month, then?"

He raises an eyebrow, letting his eyes travel down Aziraphale's neck.

"Can't tempt you otherwise?"

[lunchbreaks]

"And risk hurting you? No. I would never." And he tugs his robes on tighter. "Though. If you want, perhaps we could find something to do that doesn't involve my arm and your leg," he answers. "I just... wanted it to be... special."

The first time they, you know.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley, despite himself, finds himself smiling. That's very like Aziraphale, isn't it? Wanting to make things like that special, caring about the way Crowley feels about this. "Told you that you were a romantic," he says.

He turns to face the angel, and brushes a hand against his cheek.

[lunchbreaks]

"I didn't say I wasn't," Aziraphale responds. And then he holds Crowley close to him. "Is that alright? If we wait? I know it's meaningless-- not the first time either of us have, you know. But..." he smiles against Crowley's hand as he turns his cheek. "I just think this is different."

He doesn't want to talk about their feelings, but he thinks enough has been said.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley's smile softens even more. "Of course, angel. I'm not in a rush."

He runs a thumb across his cheek. "We've got at least two years here anyway, you said?" He positively hates this idea, but he'll deal with that later. Right now, he's just going to enjoy being with Aziraphale.

[lunchbreaks]

"Yes," he responds. "We're here for two years, give or take. Plenty of time to, ah, do less chaste things with you." He draws Crowley's face towards him for a kiss and then murmurs against his mouth, "I promise you that I can't wait, either."