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tramitem_log2020-05-22 10:31 pm
temptationaccomplished) wrote in tramitem_log2020-05-22 10:31 pm
that's all I ever get from your family ties
Who: Aziraphale, Alec, and Anthony's mother. And probably Anthony eventually to rescue them from this.
What: Meeting Anthony's mother...without Anthony present.
When: After Anthony's post, while Anthony is out handling the mess of his own making (aka the fake fire at the NYBG/everything he's set up with everyone else).
Where: Anthony's apartment, The Bronx.
Rating/Warnings: Uhh.
Aziraphale had dressed himself in his nicest, most flattering sweater, button up, and bow-tie, and taken a taxi to Anthony's apartment. It was all a bit unnerving. They were about a week into this relationship, a few months into their friendship, and here he was meeting the family.
Should he have brought flowers? Was that proper? Or wine or should he pretend that Anthony had made plans and invited him over before his mother had come to visit and that was just a coincidence?
He spent the taxi ride over rehearsing his greeting, mind swimming with details. Hello, Mrs. Crowley! What a pleasure to meet you! Did he know the mother's first name? Had Anthony or Alec mentioned it? Was she even "Mrs. Crowley" or did she go by another last name-- No, Anthony was Catholic. Surely his mother had taken her husband's name and Anthony hadn't mentioned a divorce. No, he mentioned a divorce, but that was Alec's side of the family, including the uncle who thought Aziraphale was Lisa. ...Right? Goodness, he couldn't keep it all straight.
By the time Aziraphale had arrived, he was convinced that the best way to handle this was to go upstairs, greet her like he had no idea they'd be meeting today, and sweep Anthony off to dessert before anything could implode with questions or accusations. It was terribly cowardly, but he was fairly certain Anthony was in no position to rescue him from this terrible idea he had agreed to.
So, holding only his coat, no flowers, Aziraphale knocked on Anthony's apartment door, stepped back, wrung his hands, put on a smile, and waited.
What: Meeting Anthony's mother...without Anthony present.
When: After Anthony's post, while Anthony is out handling the mess of his own making (aka the fake fire at the NYBG/everything he's set up with everyone else).
Where: Anthony's apartment, The Bronx.
Rating/Warnings: Uhh.
Aziraphale had dressed himself in his nicest, most flattering sweater, button up, and bow-tie, and taken a taxi to Anthony's apartment. It was all a bit unnerving. They were about a week into this relationship, a few months into their friendship, and here he was meeting the family.
Should he have brought flowers? Was that proper? Or wine or should he pretend that Anthony had made plans and invited him over before his mother had come to visit and that was just a coincidence?
He spent the taxi ride over rehearsing his greeting, mind swimming with details. Hello, Mrs. Crowley! What a pleasure to meet you! Did he know the mother's first name? Had Anthony or Alec mentioned it? Was she even "Mrs. Crowley" or did she go by another last name-- No, Anthony was Catholic. Surely his mother had taken her husband's name and Anthony hadn't mentioned a divorce. No, he mentioned a divorce, but that was Alec's side of the family, including the uncle who thought Aziraphale was Lisa. ...Right? Goodness, he couldn't keep it all straight.
By the time Aziraphale had arrived, he was convinced that the best way to handle this was to go upstairs, greet her like he had no idea they'd be meeting today, and sweep Anthony off to dessert before anything could implode with questions or accusations. It was terribly cowardly, but he was fairly certain Anthony was in no position to rescue him from this terrible idea he had agreed to.
So, holding only his coat, no flowers, Aziraphale knocked on Anthony's apartment door, stepped back, wrung his hands, put on a smile, and waited.
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