The Holiday from Hell

[scotch_egg]

Who: Alec, Anthony, Ellie and Fell
What: Going on a house sitting holiday to terrifying jolly old England.
When: 09/20-09/30
Where: Across the Pond.



Alec squinted at the house as it rose on the horizon. He was tired and jet lagged from the plane. Tired and sore from the long ride over bumpy roads in a small cab, crowded against one window by Ellie who was smushed in the middle with Anthony on the other side. Fell, being the guest, took up the front seat and was probably cramping Anthony's legs all to pieces with how much room he left which Alec felt strangely justified in.

Anyway, that house held memories, both good and bad and, mostly terrifying, but he was oddly looking forward to it. After all, everything was a little bit frightening until you knew its secrets.


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Info on Abaddon House and the environs

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[serpentinthegarden]

Trust could be a dangerous thing... as he was gradually recalling. Place it in the wrong person's hands and your entire life could change and almost never for the better. This was a tease and not meant to be taken too seriously but it still gave him pause as he stared deeply into those soulful trusting eyes.

"I would never do anything to hurt you. You do know that?"

The room gradually filled with the scent of warm tea, a strange heady brand that had a powerful floral undercurrent. It made him wonder just what sort of herbs had gone into that brew! And also if a demon could really make such a promise.

"Not in any serious way."

[temptationaccomplished]

The teasing melted away into a gentle expression. He knew. He didn't know how he knew that Anthony would do nothing to hurt him if he could help it--would probably do everything in his power not to hurt him--but he knew. And perhaps that trust should concern him (sometimes it did), should be questioned, but this... He had never been more certain of anything, regardless of how little history they had in this life.

"I do."

He rested his cheek against Anthony's shoulder, embracing him cozily as the tea brewed. At those words, though, he leaned back and looked up with an almost straight face.

"But in a fun way?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"Oh! Yeah!"

His answer was bold and enthusiastic, accompanied by a warm squeeze from the hug and a kiss on the nose... as fun was the feeling and both actions have given him a great deal of it. Aziraphale did have such an interesting nose whether there were a pair of speckles sitting on the end of it or not.

"Tons of fun! We can have fun all day every day and there would be no one around to tell us we can't."

For some indescribable reason that was a fear. Anthony put it down to Lilith and her poor reaction to Fell, the bitter overprotective sister blues. She would get over it!

Eventually!

"Speaking to that tea cakes or biscuits? Can't have a good tea without one or the other."

[temptationaccomplished]

He gives an amused wrinkle of his nose at the kiss, though he'd object to his nose being called 'interesting' if he had known. Cute, on occasion, rather dull, most times. But hardly interesting. Hardly the captivating and pronounced Crowley nose.

In retrospect, he realized his tease had probably gotten its full intentions lost a little, but that was neither here nor there. Fun they would have, and no one need tell them otherwise. Sensing a hint of anxiety in those words, he ran a soothing hand up and down Anthony's sides, then drew his touch down Anthony's arms to take his hands. Such nice hands, with long, clever fingers capable of tinkling the ivories and coaxing life from the soil. He pressed a kiss to the knuckles of one of Anthony's hands.

"Both? Just for fun? Though...I'd hate to get crumbs in bed."

[serpentinthegarden]

It only seemed an uninteresting sort of nose because Fell couldn't see it from this side. It wasn't too big, or too small, the nostrils didn't flare out like they were trying to inhale the world when he spoke and didn't it have the most attractive upturn just at the tip? But then having been staring lovingly at this face for centuries... every inch of it seemed delightful to him.

Any worries he might have been entertaining faded at the touch only to be banished entirely by the soft brush of lips. Even the crumbs. Why deny his Angel any of the pleasures of this world just because there might be a few crumbs!

"We could banish them in the morning?"

His fingers coiled around the hands still holding them as he ventured back in to steal another kiss.

"It is a holiday."