un_fallen | (no subject)

Crowley has been surprisingly charitable for most of the time spent in Raguel's new apartment - criticizing everything, of course, but only in the most general way. He pronounces it barely habitable, which Raguel takes to mean that he's done a decent job. And if the shower (and by necessity, the bathroom) has slightly larger dimensions when Crowley walks out of it than when he walked in, Raguel doesn't mention it.

It's late afternoon when they step out into the hallway and furtively climb the ladder to the roof. It's not much of a view, but the sunlight through dry air casts sharp shadows that make the grunge a little harder to see.

"You don't think anyone will notice us, with the sun still up?" Raguel asks, a little nervously.

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From:

un_fallen

Raguel is gliding along about twenty feet above at this point, so Crowley probably can't see him shaking his head in mock despair.

"Yeah, I saw it." He sighs. "You know that if you get yourself discorporated then I'm going to be the one left to take the hit for it."

He can't sound too unhappy, though. It did look pretty cool.

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aj_crawley

"Did you fucking see that?" Crowley repeats, craning over his shoulder to look back at the outcrop. "Discorporated my arse, that was - "

And then, Crowley flies into a stunted cactus.

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un_fallen

Raguel winces, half-jerking an arm up to cover his face. He circles lower, looking horrified.

"You okay?" he asks. He knows it's a stupid question, but he can't think of anything else that won't make him start laughing.

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aj_crawley

Crowley does not reply until the cloud of dust has cleared.

(It takes a minute.)

He gazes up at the sky, flat on his back at the end of a short but fairly impressive trail of destruction.

"Well," he says, "I just had a close encounter with a cactus that I don't think I can pretend didn't happen. I've been better."

From:

un_fallen

He lands unsteadily, scattering bits of rock and raising a much smaller cloud of dust, and walks over to crouch next to Crowley.

"Uh. Anything I can help with?"

He presses the back of one hand to his mouth as though he's trying to think what to do. Actually, it's to hide the grin he can't suppress.

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aj_crawley

Rustle rustle.

Crowley's hand, holding the flask.

"Tell them I died bravely."

From:

un_fallen

"Uh huh," he says, looking Crowley over. He doesn't see anything immediately out of place, but that doesn't mean much. He takes the flask and unscrews the top.

"And you didn't spill the alcohol, that's important. Think you can sit up?"

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aj_crawley

Crowley eyes the flask speculatively, and decides, "Yeah."

In point of fact, apart from a few inevitable consequences of the tumble - largely consisting of dust, bent primaries, and unfortunate cactus spines - Crowley is perfectly all right. Which is not to say that he doesn't make a show of it, of course (although to be fair, probably at least one or two of those winces are for real).

From:

un_fallen

Raguel offers him the flask once he's fairly sure that Crowley isn't about to dump it all over himself.

"Well, at least it's a nice place for a rest," he says with a sigh. The moonlight does throw the uneven cliff faces into relief where they blot out the stars, and the sharp shadows form complicated patterns.

His focus is directed more at the bent primaries at the moment, but he doesn't comment on them yet.

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aj_crawley

Crowley takes a bracing sip, and stares sullenly at the wreckage of the cactus stretching away between them and a sad-looking stump.

"It would've worked perfectly, you know," he says after a few moments.

From:

un_fallen

"If we look past the potential for 'messy death spattered on a rock,' then yeah, it seemed to be working. Good move for emergencies and lunatic stunts."

He does not mention the need for a 'look where you're going' caveat in the manual.

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aj_crawley

"It's not my fault there just happened to be the - the only thing taller than a foot within a hundred miles," he continues.

(It's a toss-up as to whether he's actually heard Raguel or not.)

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un_fallen

Raguel looks pointedly around at the several cacti visible from their sad little encampment in the dirt.

"It would work better someplace completely empty, yeah."

More empty than the desert. The moon, maybe.

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aj_crawley

"Fuck off," he says companionably, and passes across the flask.

From:

un_fallen

"Uh huh," he says again, vaguely, and takes a swig.

"I think the moon's setting again pretty soon."

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aj_crawley

"Really?"

He twists around, blinking at the round disc of the moon, low in the sky.

"That was - "

Fast, he was going to say, but maybe that's not so. Time flies, as it were.

From:

un_fallen

"Well, 'pretty soon' being an hour or so, but yeah." He shrugs.

"Not that I think we'd have a problem finding that fire again, in any case."

From:

aj_crawley

"True," he murmurs, settling back into his small crater of dust and cactus fragments. Then, though, an imperious gesture. "Come on, I'm a casualty here; help me up."

From:

un_fallen

Raguel lifts an eyebrow at him, then makes a show of pushing himself out of the crouch to his feet with much internal creaking and popping. He silently extends a hand to give Crowley a pull.

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aj_crawley

"Oh, fine."

He still takes Raguel's hand, but doesn't yank it quite as hard as he might have. As payment for his benevolence, however, he's perfectly quick to steal the flask back. A sip, and then he stows it in his pocket, where his hands stay.

He spreads his wings a little, shuffling and flexing them experimentally - and making a face as a several spines fall to the ground.

From:

un_fallen

Raguel watches them, acutely aware that he is in no position to be criticizing anyone else's feathers. And perhaps least of all Crowley's, which are generally in excellent condition.

"Oh. That doesn't look good," he says anyway, sounding a little concerned.

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aj_crawley

"Mmm," Crowley agrees; his lips purse slightly for a moment before he shrugs (wings and shoulders, and another small rain of needles) and his expression clears.

More than, even.

"I can always get Aziraphael to help me go through and get them all out."

From:

un_fallen

"Does that mean you're going to tell him what happened?" he asks, grinning.

"And can you fly a straight line with your wings as they are?"

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aj_crawley

"I'll tell him something," Crowley says, with a wave of his hand. "Probably that you pushed me into a cactus after I, say... insulted your girlfriend. And in the interest of ever making it back to civilisation to do so, I think I'll find a way to manage."