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deerfeed2019-09-16 11:50 pm
guardianofeden) wrote in deerfeed2019-09-16 11:50 pm
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video; un: harpless - TW for blood, possible talk of character death, doppleganger killing
[When Aziraphale's face pops up on the video feed for the second time in as many weeks, it's obvious by the moisture still dripping off of his feathers and hair that he's just showered. Not unusual, of course. It's the fact that he hasn't even bothered to dry himself off completely and is sitting in what looks to be the pajama shirt he arrived here in, instead of looking "presentable" for people to see, that's out of the ordinary for him.
He'd tried typing what he had to say before settling for making a video, but his hands were shaking too much to hit the keys properly, and he'd grown too frustrated with it to bother. He's not even pretending to smile this time, and anybody who recognizes him may suspect it's another clone because of how very unlike him he looks, but no. This is the real angel, not quite looking at the camera because he can't even stand to look at himself right now and is barely able to hold himself together.
He opened his mouth to speak, and his lips obviously move as if he's trying to form words, but the noise his voice makes at first is just a rough croak before he stops. Takes a moment to clear his throat. Looks down at what one can assume are his hands in his lap. Closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and tries again with a little more success.]
If anyone has seen Anthony J. Crowley, I would appreciate it if they could tell me where he is. [Quiet again for a moment. Just staring blankly across the dark room over the phone.] I-...I don't know if he has his phone with him, so...[His voice cracks.] if you see him, please tell him to contact me-ah...to contact Aziraphale as soon as he's able. Tell him I got the message and-...and he was right. I shouldn't have argued. He'll know how to find me.
It's...very important. Thank you.
[He pauses, reaches over as if to turn off the message but then pauses again, a thought occurring to him suddenly.]
Oh, and...if anyone has any good tips for cleaning blood out of clothing, I would appreciate that, too. Otherwise, I'll be forced to go to the shops in my nightclothes.
[When he reaches up this time, the feed shuts off.]
He'd tried typing what he had to say before settling for making a video, but his hands were shaking too much to hit the keys properly, and he'd grown too frustrated with it to bother. He's not even pretending to smile this time, and anybody who recognizes him may suspect it's another clone because of how very unlike him he looks, but no. This is the real angel, not quite looking at the camera because he can't even stand to look at himself right now and is barely able to hold himself together.
He opened his mouth to speak, and his lips obviously move as if he's trying to form words, but the noise his voice makes at first is just a rough croak before he stops. Takes a moment to clear his throat. Looks down at what one can assume are his hands in his lap. Closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and tries again with a little more success.]
If anyone has seen Anthony J. Crowley, I would appreciate it if they could tell me where he is. [Quiet again for a moment. Just staring blankly across the dark room over the phone.] I-...I don't know if he has his phone with him, so...[His voice cracks.] if you see him, please tell him to contact me-ah...to contact Aziraphale as soon as he's able. Tell him I got the message and-...and he was right. I shouldn't have argued. He'll know how to find me.
It's...very important. Thank you.
[He pauses, reaches over as if to turn off the message but then pauses again, a thought occurring to him suddenly.]
Oh, and...if anyone has any good tips for cleaning blood out of clothing, I would appreciate that, too. Otherwise, I'll be forced to go to the shops in my nightclothes.
[When he reaches up this time, the feed shuts off.]
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Is that the liquid that comes in brown bottles for medical purposes...? I believe we have some of that, but...[People in this household keep getting hurt, and he doesn't want to waste something necessary for first aid on his clothes. Even if they are the only ones he has.]
It's...[And the distraction of trying to figure out if he has hydrogen peroxide is gone as soon as he thinks about how fresh it is, and who's it is, and how he got it, and he swallows hard and looks just a shade more pale then he did a moment before.] It's fresh enough, I would think...only a couple hours old. Would that suffice?
[You'd think someone as old as he is would know these things, but he's never had a need to know this until now. He could always miracle it away, before.
Though, honestly, if a bit of blue paint on his coat was a stain he wouldn't forget, this...whether he gets the stains out or not, he'll probably end up burning the clothes, once he can replace them. It's a taint he's not getting out of his mind any time soon.]
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Ah, yes, we have plenty of that in the kitchen. Though...I thought hot water was what you used to clean things. Sounds a bit counter-intuitive.
[Does it help that he's not technically an Earthling? Though he's adopted it as his home and lived on it as long as it's been a thing.
Ok, maybe he is.]
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Hot water is used to disinfect, or to assist low quality laundry soap.
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Well. cold water it is.
[He gave a deep, suffering sigh, one hand reaching up to run down his face as he thought about the task ahead of him.]
Thank you for your help, in any case. It's not something I've had the misfortune of dealing with until now. [And there was a lot. A lot a lot. It was a miracle, no pun intented, that he got home without drawing unwanted attention.]
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That...is something I am acquainted with, unfortunately.
[Understatement of the millennia.]
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[Perma-Private Video] un: Crossroads
[He makes as if that's the end of the video reply, but pauses, takes a short breath and doesn't even bother to hide the small smirk.]
But, I do know a spell or two that could aid in your search. Should you, of course, find no issue doing business with a demon.
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Even still...right now, he also doesn't have the strength to write that offer off completely. He doesn't answer immediately, but neither does he completely disregard the message and act like it didn't happen. He's just...quiet.
Before his offense on Crowley's part and the implication that he would would be morally opposed to making a "deal with the devil" simply because he was an angel make his pride win out over his grief, and he practically sneers. It's a look only Gabriel has ever gotten out of that face, and that hadn't been Aziraphale making it.]
I assure you, whether or not I took you up on your offer has nothing to do with your demonic nature. It's because you're an arse and I don't trust you as far as I can throw you.
[He shuts the feed off very quickly after that.
And has to keep himself from having the tiniest of panics over saying that word and not doing so unintentionally.]
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We brought food! [If 10's face is an issue, she will cover it with a Zorro mask. It'll be funny! She'll make Dread Pirate Roberts jokes!]
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The disappointment is almost enough to make him bury his head in the pillows and pretend like he's not at home. But he knows that that simply wasn't polite. They weren't customers wanting to buy his first edition Wildes, and it's not as if the two of them wouldn't have been able to read between the lines of what was said in his video, if the things they'd told him were any indication of the experiences they'd had with these sorts of things.
And, if he was lucky, at the very least, maybe they would have information. Not that they couldn't have simply sent him a message instead of coming to the house. That was something humans did when they were trying to make someone feel better. During a funeral.
His face screwed itself into a grimace, his hand rubbing down his features as he dragged himself out of the nest he'd made of the bed, out of the overwhelming thoughts racing through his mind, down the stairs, and towards the front door.] Just a moment, I'm coming.
[He took a moment to steel his nerves, straightening his tartan pajama pants and shirt and trying to make himself look more presentable, and then opened the door.
He was mostly able to hide the way he wanted to flinch when he saw the Doctor's face, in the brief moment before he smiled at them with an expression that didn't reach his eyes and stepped back, holding the door open invitingly.]
Hello. [He blinked - slowly - at the mention of food, the smile shifting just slightly. A little more genuine? Or at least grateful for the thought. That was something humans did during a funeral, too, wasn't it? He wished he could turn off his thoughts.] That's very kind of you, thank you. Come in.
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On his way in, Ten wraps his arms around Aziraphale and gives him a big hug]
I'm sorry. So, so, sorry.
[The Doctor whispers]
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[Saying that makes it too... formal. Too final! It's so much kinder to just act like Crowley's just on a vacation!!! JEEZ!!]
He'll be back before you know it. And he won't even have to fill out paperwork! [Not that ANY DEATH IS SMALL, but...]
Come on, we'll talk books or... whatever you want, yeah? And if the Doctor's face bothers you, you can help me dress 'im up in something silly. Though I'm guessin' you see 'im by something something celestial timelines, and the Doctor is a baby in comparison. [Snort.] We could give him a pacifier. Might keep him from licking things for five minutes.
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