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[Closed] Don't drink and fly!

characters: Xayah and Crowley
location: The Docks, at the start then wherever there's place to practice flying!
date/time: After hallucinations event, but before end of month, 25th?
content: Crowley is teaching Xayah to fly
warnings: Foul language, drinking, talking smack? General warnings for Beacon

She was nervous.

And who wouldn't be? More than ten years Xayah didn't shapeshift her cloak back into her wings, giving her best to blend into the surroundings and with humans she encountered. It never occurred to her that she should just try and fly- until Crowley suggested that.

She doesn't remember flying at all. What she remembers was being mocked for tall ears, tattoos on her face, her feet and her wings. Wings that she shapeshifted into a feathery cloak.

And now, she shifted it back to what they are. A pair of pretty purple wings, that have a soft blend to maroon red on the edges, the same color of her hair. They are as big as her body and she feels a bit odd wearing them after such a long time. But she's determined to learn. Flying will just give her a huge advantage in everything.

After not being able to find Crowley at the Invincible, she heads to the docks. It was one other place he told her she can find him once she's ready. And she's ready. Uh... she hopes?

She sneaks up to the docks and waits for people to clear out a bit before stepping up to where she spotted Crowley working on some planks and crates and whatnot.

"I see you can walk," her lips twitch as she jumps on one of the crates behind Crowley, her wings making a soft swishing sound. Man, she needs to get used to this now, huh? She tries to have a serious expression, but there's a twinkle in her eye and twitch in her lips that's telling so much how excited she actually is about all of this.

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Crowley isn't an angel. He can't sense things like pain and suffering in the way that an angel could. He has no idea that Xayah is about to fall from pain, all he knows is that she's having fun and he's enjoying teaching her and he has absolutely no desire to stop that.

"Hang on, we'll get to landing in a minute, do you want to try flying backwards?" he offers up. He already starts flying forward, telling her how to flap her wings to get the best backward momentum.

Her eyebrows narrow in thought- one more thing won't hurt, right? She's already this high up in the air, might as well try it. She flaps her wings and tries to mimic the movement Crowley makes as well, and she's actually half-way there, managing to remain afloat-

-for all of five seconds.

The sudden drop in her gut mimics her sudden drop from the sky- her back and wings couldn't support her anymore as she pushed herself to the limits. In fact- she crossed that limit since they started taking turns left and right.

She can't even scream out for him to catch her as all the air had left her lungs, eyes wide in panic.

"Fuck!"

Crowley dives. He's always been a great flier, and he's always been fast. Not a fighter, Crowley, always a fleer. He knows how to flee, and he knows how to do it fast. In this case, he's grateful for it, as he dives to catch Xayah, to grip her as fast as he can and flap his wings up to prevent the fall.

"I've got you!" he calls out. "Hang on!"

The panic isn't gone- it won't be gone until her feet hit the ground safely. So her nails dig into his shoulder when he catches her, the same way a panicked, drowning person would grip on the lifeguard. Her chest burns as she gets air back in her lungs, and she can only his out a "...land us..."

There's a single prayer in her head that she doesn't faint because that will be way too embarrassing. She's supposed to be tough, not 'faint at her first flying lesson' type of person.

"Yeah---I'm heading down now---"

He doesn't even hesitate to go down. He takes them on a careful downward movement, dropping them carefully back on the ground so he's balanced on his good leg with Xayah still in his arms. He moves to put her back on her feet.

"What happened?" he demands, though not truly unkindly. "Did you----I don't know, lose the wind in your wings?"

She's a bit wobbly when her feet hit the ground and she holds onto his arm so she doesn't topple over. She may have lost feeling in her legs from the fright. Her shoulders are killing her and she can't help a soft hiss as she tries to move them to relax.

"N-No. I- don't think so. My back is not used to this. Everything went numb all of a sudden and I just couldn't move them anymore." She doesn't even register whether his tone is kind or no, she's still trying to get her panic from falling from the skies under check.

"Does it hurt?"

He glances at her back, where her wings sprout. She hasn't used them in a long time, she's said. It's a muscle, of course. Working how the muscles work, making them work together over time. She might've pulled something. She might've torn something.

He could fix that, his mind tells him.

Not that Crowley has done a lot of healing. Healing is for angels, not demons. But Crowley has done it before. He thinks of it as all part and partial to being around Aziraphale. He's picked up a bit of his goodness, it's made doing blessings and healings part of his lifestyle.

"Can't lie- hurts like a bitch," she sighs. "I suppose it's the soreness from not flying for such a long time."

She was almost on the verge of thanking him for catching her but- she did tell him to land with her. And he didn't listen. So he doesn't get thanks for that. But-

"...that was fun though."

Extremely fun. And this little hiccup is not making her afraid to do it again a bit later, when the soreness goes away.

"Hang on," he says, and he moves a hand over to her back. "Just---let me try something."

He pauses, not actually touching her, and looks to her for permission. That's what Aziraphale would do, right? He'd make sure people he was healing had consent first? Crowley isn't about to do this wrong if he actually wants to help.

"Huh? Oh- sure?"

She shifts a bit to let him take a look at- whatever he's trying to do. She almost warns him not to pluck feathers out (!) but she dimly remembers him being very angry that others tried to do it in the past so- she lets him look without complaining too much.

Crowley spreads his hand out and concentrates. Tries to remember how to heal. How to mend muscle and nerves and fix bruises and pain. Tries to reach down into her injury and pull it out of her, to push in light and healing. It's an action no demon should be able to do, and he definitely isn't sure he can do here, in this place.

He takes a breath and feels light coming from his fingertips, moving into her shoulder. It's dim, not as strong as it might've been on Earth, but it's there all the same.

He pulls back his hand.

"How do you feel?"

At first, it was nothing. And then it was like a pull on her sore muscles and it makes her take in a sharp breath. Then slowly, very slowly, something very soothing spreads through her back, easing the soreness and strained muscles. It almost feels like-

-no. Xayah, get it together. She shakes her head to chase away those thoughts and rubs her eye. Stop getting sentimental over stuff like that.

"A bit better," she mumbles. The clears her throat, "I mean, it's still a bit sore, but not like before."

"Good," he says. He flexes his fingers. It takes a bit out of him, healing. It's not like Aziraphale, who was literally made to heal. But it's good to know that he still can, that he can do some of the---well, the strange things he could do before.

"I used to be better at it back on Earth, but----it's not a demon's specialty," he adds.

A demon, huh? She turns around to give him a good lookover- honestly, if she met him back in Ionia, she could've easily mistaken him for Vastayan. There are snake tribes, after all, nothing unusual.

"It's more than I can do," she offers him a slight smile and a shrug.

He gives a half-shrug, then a nod down the road. It's more than any demon could do. And there's not a lot many of them can do here. Crowley could bring small animals back to life back on Earth, and bring people back from the point of death before. This town has taken a lot of his abilities away from him.

Whatever is holding them here is stronger than Heaven and Hell. It frightens him.

"Post-first flight drink?" he offers.

"The best way to cure sore muscles," Xayah nods. Honestly, drinking with Crowley that one time turned out to be way more fun than expected. Actually- the most fun she had since she arrived here.

She heads over to where they left their lanterns and picks up her flowery one and his, handing it over to him.

"Also music, I want to hear more of it. It's nothing like Vastayans."

"I've got all of Queen on my mobile," he says. "It was supposed to be other things, but it all turns to Queen. Part of my influence."

He shrugs, taking his lantern. He can't really complain, of course. He happens to love Queen. It might be the only music left in Beacon, for all he knows. Which isn't so upsetting. At least they still have something.

He pulls out his mobile and flips it to We Are the Champions.

"Think you deserve this one after your flight."

"Queen? That's how the band is called? Fancy!"

She falls into step next to him, peering curiously at the phone as he turns on the music. Yep, it's similar to what he played before, but this time it's a different song. Same singer. Very catchy.

Xayah gives him a nudge with her elbow: "Aww, just for me? You shouldn't have. I'll end up thinking you're nice or something very soon."

No, he's a jackass. But not that bad of a jackass.

"Oh, go on and tell the whole world or something," Crowley scowls. He's not nice, he assures himself. That's just what Aziraphale calls him to rile him up.

It's not a long walk over to the Invincible. Their liquor supplies are running low, but Crowley is sure that he and Xayah can find something to drink. And maybe Aziraphale won't have to bring them home this time, they'll stay sober enough to wander themselves back where they belong.

"Maybe I will. Once I learn to fly, maybe I'll fly on top of the church and yell it out," she laughs and adds a skip to her step as they make their way to Invincible.

The liquor supplies are indeed low, and there's only several types of low-brow moonshine left behind the counter. She gives Crowley a look: "Wanna risk it? The bad taste in itself can kill us."

"Oh, come on," Crowley says, grabbing one of the jars. "Live a little. We'll just discorporate and end up back at the church if we go."

Which of course means Crowley will be dead forever. He can't possibly wake up in a church. All the same.

He opens the jar and takes a whiff. He winces. "Whew. And what a way to go."

Discorporate... odd way to say 'die', if that's what he means.

"I thought you had something against churches in general." She doesn't give a damn, there are no churches back in Ionia. Only tribal, wild temples.

She gives it a whiff too and pulls back, "Jeez. Maybe getting gutted again would hurt less than this thing."

"Oh, yes," Crowley says, pulling out two shot glasses. "I don't know if your world has demons, but let's just say we don't get along too well with holy things like churches."

He pours the moonshine into the glasses and slides one over to her.

His tone stays jovial, but his words become serious. "If we all only come back in the church, I might not come back. Or I might just burn up the moment I do."

"In my world, humans are as good as demons. But we also have shadow priests. I killed both," she shrugs and takes a shot glass.

She raises her drink, "Well you have wings. Just float, my dude, and you'll be fine." She tries to sound optimistic but what he says doesn't sound good.

"Or we'll just take your lantern and revive you in your bed." She'd find that Az...what-his-name-was, and think of something.

He raises his glass.

"To floating," he says, giving her a smile.

After all, tonight isn't about talking about how Crowley is probably not coming back after death. It's for celebrating Xayah's first flight.

[Closed] Don't drink and fly!

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