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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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Oh, but he was so happy to see Anthony just the same. That stupid, silly feeling that always came over him, that one that made him feel and act like a fool, meant Anthony had his sole focus, even if said focus was currently funneled into trying to look appropriately put-out, like Anthony was in the doghouse. He accepted the flowers, eyeing Anthony over them as he took a breath of their soft rosy perfume. His expression softened and warmed as Anthony's cool facade cracked just a little.
"You did promise. Maybe a sinfully decadent chocolate mousse?" If Evelyn hadn't been there, Aziraphale might have made him work a little harder. As it was, not in front of the mother.
"Thank you, Mrs. Crowley, for the delicious cookies. I'm glad we had a chance to talk."
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He forgot himself as he watched Fell's cheeks tinting nearly the same rosy color as the flowers he was partially hidden behind. The impish smile drew Anthony in, leaning closer to smell the scent of Azirpahale's cologne had mingled with the roses as well... and what did you know. His lips matched them too. All sense of place nearly forgotten he thought to visit those lips with an apology kiss..-- only Fell did go mentioning his mum and when Anthony looked up to realize how close he had drawn to Aziraphale, only mere inches from his cheek, he noticed also his mum leaning over the table and grinning like she was deep into one of her soap operas.
"Please, don't mind me. This is precious."
Anthony cleared his throat and pulled away. The kiss could wait until they didn't have an audience.
"La Maison Du Chocolat," he spoke as his Aziraphale in close proximity swagger carried him back towards the apartment door, "I'll even buy you a few Eclairs."