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alice liddell. Ω ([personal profile] irrationally) wrote2021-08-02 09:51 pm

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'oh, there's an infinite amount of hope, but not for us!'
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-02 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a long, long day of bookshop keeping, dusting, and not selling any books. There were a couple of gentlemen who almost made themselves a good enough case to walk out with a couple of first editions in hand by promising a trade for a tome of exquisite rarity and value, but if there's something Aziraphale has learned ever since he took hold of his shop, is that you never show your hand too early. Even if he was quite tempted to see this so very promising offer, that they happened to not have brought with them in that point in time.

Oh well. Nothing gained, nothing lost. He was happy enough to get back to his inventory and his tea, and to try and remember to not stay in too late. He does so lose track when he's in the shop all day, perusing his shelves in the dim light, and he's been late to dinner a couple of times, much to his wive's frustration.

Putting away his coat and his nice hat, he follows the call and heads into the room with a bright familiar smile. " Hullo, my dear. You're quite chipper today."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-03 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Alice getting home from school early had it's benefits. The two of them had curled up on the couch together to watch the trashy sort of television that Aziraphale didn’t enjoy, which was a luxury for Crowley. Her expression visibly brightens when her husband enters the room, an arm outstretched to welcome him closer.

"Everything in town closed up early, except for your bookstore." she teases, "I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to lock those doors."
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-03 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale's smile brightens all the more when he sees the two most special people in his life just sitting comfortably on their sofa. It's a sight that never gets old, specially when the worries of the world as safely kept outside of their home.

"I did." He leans in to give Crowley a peck on the lips, and kisses the top of Alice's head in greeting.

"Must've gotten distracted checking in the new deliveries."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-03 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)

Crowley hums happily as she returns the kiss, then shifts to make room on the sofa for Aziraphale to have a seat. It's not likely that he'll enjoy what's on the television at the moment, but Crowley will concede on that matter if argued. Besides, it would be time for supper soon enough.

"In that case, we're lucky to see you tonight at all." she teases, because if Aziraphale has new books to mess with, it's a miracle he let them out of his sight at all.

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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-04 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale sits between the two of them, shifting and wiggling in his very prim and proper way to make himself nice and comfortable.

Though he does have enough standards to gape his mouth in mild shock at the comment. "Of course you're more important than my books. Why, I'd never dream of anything else."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-05 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley instinctively curls herself against him once he's seated, cuddling close until she can rest her head upon his shoulder.

"We're just teasing, dove." he sighs, tipping her chin up to peck him on the cheek, "Now... would you like me to put that baking show on? I know you like that one..." She asks, but what she means is, you seem to tolerate it.
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-06 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's hardly nice to tease about that." He responds, with no bite to it at all. "Could have well stayed a bit longer, there were some mighty interesting books in that delivery, but I do think family's important." Now with a twinge of teasing.

But the does consider the show. It's been one of those things the two of them have conceded on since who knows when, allowing them to actually watch television together. It doesn't give him too much to fuss about, and it does keep his attention a lot better than most films. And often gives him ideas for future desserts...

"Oh, alright. But I don't much care for the last couple of guests."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-08 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)

"Oh, stop it," she waves him off, typical married folk bickering.

Crowley is already fussing with the remote before he even agrees to it, flipping through the options until settling on the agreed upon show.

"You don't like anyone, that's hardly new."

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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-08 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale rolls his eyes a bit over Crowley's comment, but does decide to keep the fussing to a minimum - for now, anyway. It's been a long day, even if he does so love his bookshop, and he's happy to relax on the sofa for a little bit. And to maybe learn a thing or two to help perfect his tarts.

"Has it gotten that bad?" As the TV watching often depends on the two of them coaxing him into watching, he's not as aware.
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-11 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)

Crowley sighs, resting against him, just a bit cuddly. "Yeah. I guess..." she mutters, "I was outside in the garden most of the day. so I haven't really been paying attention."

Enough of the neighbors were talking about it though, and then Alice's school closed...

salutosinedelectat: Shock, surprised, scared, nervous (Gay worry)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-12 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"In the school?" There's very clear concern in his voice over the idea, and in the way he gives Crowley a glance before face Alice again. "That can't be right, can it?"
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-12 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley's eyes roll back in her head, her hand snaking forward to take Aziraphale’s. She squeezes it in an attempt to comfort him.

"Told you he'd worry." she mutters to Alice with a half-smile, then focuses back on Aziraphale with a sigh.

"It's probably nothing, dove. Relax. We're all together and safe..."
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-14 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Half smiles and all of that, but he isn't so sure he likes the idea of those rumors. Children are meant to be safe at their schools, and he will take no less for his little girl.

"Well...if you think so. But are you sure you didn't hear anything else?"
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-20 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just neighborhood drama... what's new." she answers lazily. "Do you want me to start dinner? I'm sure I can scrounge up something..."

It should be enough to cheer Aziraphale up, anyway. Instead of dwelling on something outside of their control.
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-22 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He's still rightfully concerned about the news, and he can kind of spot their attempts at a distraction, but Alice is sitting there, safe and sound, and he is quite peckish, so he may well let himself be pulled along.

"Well...I could eat." He answers, reluctantly.
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-24 12:26 am (UTC)(link)

Crowley looks pointedly around the kitchen, inspecting what ingredients await them. "I should have started a roast a lot earlier..." she muses with a sigh, "Time got away from me. I suppose I could always magic it up faster."

She pokes into the pantry and pulls out some vegitables and such, carrying them over to the counter. She huffs, "Martha across the street thinks she makes the best roast in town~" Crowley says, mockingly with a little obnoxious voice toward the end, "Bet she can't whip one up in a half-hour."

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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-24 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The sort of grin Aziraphale's seen on Crowley's face for years before they ever had Alice. It may cause him nerves sometimes, but it mostly gives him fuzzy feelings of fondness.

"Oh, yes." He answers quietly. "Ever since the two of them have met, she can't stand her. I'm not sure Martha herself is aware of his rivalry."
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-26 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ohh, Martha knows." she hisses, preheating the oven with a snap of her fingers. She begins to prepare a casserole dish, then fetches the meat from the fridge.

"When Alice was in grade school, every bake fair was a blessed competition."

Crowley fetches a knife to begin cutting up vegetables, doing to with heated and thinly-veiled rage. "I know she threw my lemon squares out that year. There is no other explanation."
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-08-27 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale rolls his eyes as the rant keeps sounding from the kitchen, but there's a great deal of fondness and amusement to the whole thing.

But he knows enough to be quiet and purse his lips when Alice addresses him again, shrugging his shoulders but not doing much to mask the small smile on his face.

"I do suppose someone must be some kind of heathen to throw away perfectly good lemon squares." Is what he actually says, although his tone is not entirely free from certain tones.
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[personal profile] agathokakological 2021-08-30 01:03 am (UTC)(link)

"Absolutely not." Crowley responds rather firmly, scooping up any veggies and tossing them in the casserole dish flippantly. "I don't need lemon squares to prove I'm a good parent."

After assembling the rest of the roast, it's popped in the oven for an unreasonably short amount of time. Crowley rests her hands on the counter and sighs, trying to calm herself.

"It's fine... let's just set the table."

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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2021-09-28 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Momentarily saved from the frustration of watching people fussing about barely eloquent quips thrown rudely at each other as a means of distraction from the somewhat interesting dishes they are supposedly preparing (which he takes several mental notes about), he gets off the couch and steps into the question to help - with his wife's disposition, first.

"Dearest, you know she can't hold a candle to anything you do." He approaches her, resting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "And your lemon squares are the best in town."