heavensake: (on the telephone)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure you would be." Aziraphale laughed and then turned away, cursing to himself. Yes, he was. He was the snake, the tempter, the test - and he was failing. He had already failed. He was tempted. God could smite him, he was fine with that, as long as he got to check out Crowley and maybe just once, he could touch his chest.

Coming back out, he set the coffee down and leaned against the desk, just keeping an eye on nearby customers.

"I'm glad you, erm, that you ... came back. Not just because of the late fee, of course, though that did trouble me! No, I just -- I didn't want to make you feel unwelcome here." He knew that he had seen the church, that he knew his religion, that he knew he must be in deep but he had still approached him and spoke to him. It made him feel less awful about it all.
heavensake: (love you)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think you're bad at all. Not sure what I'd assume you were if I was trying to judge you." Aziraphale, who was looking him over, didn't have time to stop himself because he said what he was thinking. A common problem. "I suppose a model."

As soon as he said it, all casual like it was a sure fact, he then realised how weird that was to say to someone and his eyes widened a fraction as he tried to think of a way to recover.

"... of plants." There. Nailed it.
heavensake: (set my alarm)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have tattoos?" Well, he was definitely getting into heaven. Also - hot. Very, very hot. Like Spain in the summer holidays sort of hot. Aziraphale was red again, as always, trying to not look at Crowley now because every time he did, he found himself staring at the bit of skin that was showing and he knew he was a mortifying mess. He would stop creeping Crowley out soon if he didn't control himself.

He was the creepy Christian in the closet! It was not flattering when a weird guy like him showed interest, Crowley was probably embarrassed for him. He awkwardly started to fiddle with his jacket buttons.

"You are quite the rebel, aren't you? I'm afraid I don't know much about that..."
heavensake: (In the good old-fashioned)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am not! I'm not -- I'm shifty at all. I'm rather -- rather upfront. If I wanted to seduce you, I would be seducing you right now." Aziraphale defended with almost a childish pout. "I'm just making small talk. Very normal. You're the-the seducer. Seductor. With your -- your shirt. Like that. And the pants and --eyes and... well." He paused and cleared his throat.

Well, didn't he just show how much he had been taking note. Aziraphale looked away and wondered how much more he could show his hand today? He may as well just pathetically call him pretty at this point. He raised his hand and covered his face. "I'm really rather bad at this, aren't I?" Hiding. Being covert. Being charming. Hitting on people. All applicable.
heavensake: (let me feel your heartbeat)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale swallowed hard. This was it - God was testing him. God was testing him and ... he had failed, right? Was failing. Flunking out ages ago when he first saw Gabriel's running friends in their tight shorts and tops. Oh gosh, why was he like this? He wasn't brave either. He gripped his jacket in his hands and bunched it up as he tried to find any courage or some sense of suave or flirting or something.

"The pants are... tight. And-And the shirt is very -- loose. Open. At the top. It's hard to not--" He licked his lips, even his ears were burning. This was so crass, to speak on such things. What was he doing? "Your eyes are very memorable. They're beautiful." He bit his lower lip. "Like amber."
heavensake: (feel much better)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm rather taken with them. It's a shame you hide them but I assume you have to. Protection, yes?" He saw that they were blood shot that night but it wasn't enough to detract from it's nice colouring. It's softness. Crowley's eyes held no judgement and they were different, unique - just like he was.

Aziraphale smiled a little and shook his head slowly. "Oh no, I really could not. I'm not good with that sort of thing. And I very much doubt I am 'catnip' for anyone. I just -- I don't know what I would do with myself."

He laughed awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders. "The closest I ever was to anything like that was a 'teens for Jesus' dance I had to attend because my father made me. The music was loud and even though no one there could be deemed 'cool' by any standards, I was still the least popular there. So let that stand for itself. I was bullied by an altar boy all evening for -- things I would not want to repeat." Mostly his queer little face and faggoty walk. "I am not a hit at parties."
heavensake: (I miss those long hot summer nights)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I--I have what?" He had a good arse and a nice smile and -- he liked his hair? Aziraphale laughed and then frowned a little, feeling a bit thrown. "I think that's the only time someone has spoken on my looks in a complimentary fashion. Then again, most of the people I know like to call me queer so I assume that's not really a danger here. Or a negative." Aziraphale found that oddly comforting. What he had couldn't be used against him, he couldn't be hated for what he was. Oh and there it was, that powerful, painful yearning.

"I want to. One day. Maybe not often, I'm not a party person but -- maybe. To be with people. People like me. I'm always around people who dislike almost everything about me, that love me 'in spite' of myself." And it hurt to always feel like that. And he would never feel at home in a party but he could at least belong for five seconds. And that was a nice thought.

"... I always wanted to dance with a boy."
heavensake: (Come on and sit)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm at work." Aziraphale protested. "Someone could see..."

Who could see. They were off to the side, in the office, and no one could see. His colleague was working the desk, the storytime session was going and no one really needed him. He wanted to protest but there was music and a boy was asking him to dance and--

He took his hand without thinking, not sure what to do. He hadn't danced in years. Not with a boy either. Did he lead or follow? Was it a waltz? He could not stand on his feet or he would ruin everything!!
heavensake: (set my alarm)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no going back from this, was there? No chance, no. His heart was racing and he had to blink back tears by the end of it because this man was holding him and treating him like a lover, not like a pain. And it was making his heart hurt more than he could imagine. When the song eventually ended, Aziraphale pulled himself together and pulled away carefully.

"I--"

"UNCLE CROWLEY! UNCLE CROOOOOOWLEY." Oh. That would be Adam. Aziraphale laughed, almost grateful for the quick save.

"I believe you're wanted."
heavensake: (miss you)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I got my books." Adam informed Crowley as he tried to peer over the desk. "Are you talking to Aziraphale? He's my friend too."

Aziraphale pulled himself together swiftly, Crowley's words haunting him as he tried his best to keep himself above water. He came out of the kitchen too, smiling fondly at Adam. "Hello, my dear boy. How are you doing, young Adam? Did you find books?"

"I have lots of them. We're gonna go home and read. I have the Gruffalo." Adam smiled and then held them out towards his uncle. "Were your playing?"
heavensake: (ooh loverboy)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"From all I do know, he has a fantastic selection."

Adam beamed and then held up the marvel short stories he had gotten. "Bill will like this, he can read it to me."

Bill. Who was Bill? Crowley mentioned him and Adam seemed excited to -- oh. Oh God, he was an idiot. Crowley was taken. Ah. Well. That explained it. That was pity back there, wasn't it? Made sense. He should had expected it. He should hope for it. He could have sworn Crowley said he was single but -- well, maybe he was into this Bill fellow or he misunderstood.

Aziraphale took the library card that Adam was brandishing at him and swiftly typed up the stuff on the computer, taking the books from the boy to scan them. "I hope you enjoy them. You and, uh, you and Bill. And your uncle, of course."
heavensake: (turn on your charm)

[personal profile] heavensake 2023-04-14 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
What was going on with this situation? He was so confused. Who was Bill?! He could have asked but he was flustered and he didn't want to make a fool of himself. Crowley was so nice and even if he didn't like him that much, at least he was nice? He smiled a little when Adam looked over and tilted his monitor so the boy could watch. "I, uh, I have your number. In the system. If it was a real number, anyway. I assume you didn't give me a dud."

"You can call and come over. Do you want to come over?"

"Perhaps one day." When he understood who Bill was. He finished up and held the books out. "It was nice to talk to you again, Crowley. You are always... enlightening."