Misc.

good omens 4

Crowley has been everywhere for a week. Who knew being a lackey for hell was still so much fucking work. Despite doing no actual work, finding every human fuck up and taking credit for it was exhausting. Going everywhere, seeing everything. Wasn't this method supposed to free up time? A month full of wandering Europe to observe people had kept him away from London for far too long, his plants were probably relaxing, a thought to make him cringe. Not to mention the twat in France who hit the Bentley. Sure xie could just miracle the damages away, and they did, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get another bitchy note from Dagon about a useless miracle. "What bad is fixing your automobile going to do hell Crowley?" Petty fights across the continent didn't do his records much good and none of his fun schemes gave him any major cred with the bosses. So, in an effort to destress, Crowley finds himself in front of Aziraphale's bookshop, with four rather fancy bottles of wine, in the rain, holding a note taken from the locked front doors. "Sorry dears, a family emergency has caused a sudden trip to Berlin. I'm not sure when I'll be back." Surely left by the angel for Crowley and the few 'customers' who understood the rules of the shop and simply enjoyed his company. "Fucking hell." During their little tour the had heard of some whispers about rising tensions in Germany but had opted to take a break for maybe a few years in London again with Aziraphale. "Well it looks like I'm going after all." Another /wonderful/ twist that keeps him further away from the comfort of his flat. He piles into his car and snaps his fingers, finding himself and the Bentley just on the outskirts of Berlin. Holding Aziraphale's note he checks it over, finding an address scribbled on the back. They make zier way there only to find a clone of the London shop with a sign changed for German readers. He parks and walks to the entrance, knocking on the blinded doors. Aziraphale's voice comes from the otherside, inviting who ever's there inside in German. Crowley opens the door, tired wine left in the car and smile. "Oh Crowley!" The angel pipes up. "It's been far too long dear. Where have you been?""You know, around. Spreading havoc, sewing the seeds of evil. Helping the dark lord's plan come to fruition." He smirks."Ah. So sight seeing again." He wishes it were sight seeing. Crowley's beat."Anyone here?" Xie ask."No, most don't find themselves in need of my assistance this late unless it's an emergency." Crowley's brow furrows in confusion."Assistance?""Yes? Have you not heard about what's been going on? There's been rumblings of a takeover here for a while now and people need help getting out." The angel looks upset."I heard something was going down but I didn't think it had become so serious yet.""Indeed." Aziraphale looks around the shop. There's books a plenty but between rows are bags partially packed with clothing, different preserved food strewn about and medical supplies set in stacks against walls."Well..." Crowley thinks for a second. "Since there's no rush right /now/, why don't we..." A snap and two bottles of wine are on the nearest table. "Relax a little while you have time.""That sounds wonderful."~Crowley is not soft persay, but blonde, handsome angels are very persuasive. Within a day Aziraphale has Crowley wandering the streets looking for places where he can station himself so that he can find those in need of help.Aziraphale puts his description out amongst his network. A small group of individuals who had been helped by Aziraphale and had chosen to pay it forward. Should anyone need someone to walk them home, take them to Aziraphale or a lift out of country, Crowley is there. Crowley, just back from walking a young lady home from work, turns a corner and there is a short, pale, almost emaciated human, dressed in almost nothing, passed out in an alleyway. Crowley freezes.He leans down to check their breathing. "Well the good news is you're alive." He pauses a moment before beginning to pick them up. If hell asks, he incited a gay bashing or something.Xie transports them to Aziraphale's shop, kicking open the door and casually strolling in."Crowley could you please be more- oh lord." Aziraphale pales and takes the person from Crowley's arms. "Where did you find them?""In an alleyway near Elise's home.""I see. Any other information on their condition?""No. They were unconscious in the snow.""Goodness. Well thank you Crowley. This poor human." He places them on the couch gingerly and brushes some hair out of their face. "I'll have you right as rain in no time." Aziraphale smiles warmly at them. Satan his smile is like the sun."Do you need help?""No Crowley I'm quite alright. You should go home.""Sure." Crowley skulks to his car.~Emcee comes to on a stranger's couch, covered in a blanket with a handsome older man reading a book in the chair beside him. It smells like tea, fresh bread and old books. Their eyes wander their surroundings, trying to remember how they got there. Waking up in stranger's homes was not new. Waking up with more clothes than they had on before blacking out was new however. They stare at the blond trying, straining to remember if he had taken Em home from the klub. He looks up and locks eyes with them, a polite smile gracing his angelic features. "Oh you're awake! How delightful." He closes his book quickly and straightens his posture. "How are you feeling? You came in rather battered last night." Emcee stares, confused. "I feel... okay I guess?" They frantically search their memory. Sometime between leaving the club and now, Emcee had been beaten up. Not very uncommon but concerning. Somehow they were taken to this man's home and have not a single scratch on them despite the beating. "How did- how did I get here?" "Ah, my associate brought you in. I was a little worried about your attire so I pulled out some old clothes. I hope you don't mind." He took a sip of tea from a mug in front of him and waited for a response. "Thank you. That was very kind Herr..." "Do just call me Aziraphale. No need for formalities. Tea?" He holds a small mug full of warm liquid. "You can call me Em. I would love some tea though, thank you." They take the mug gently. "Milk? Sugar?" Emcee blinks. "If you don't mind." Aziraphale beams and pours milk and sugar into the cup. "You're rather lucky my friend found you. It was freezing last night. What were you doing out there?" He looks concerned. "I'm not quite sure. I remember being at work... and then waking up here." They pause, and take another look around the room. "Where is here?" "Ah yes, this is my bookshop. I have a reputation for helping those in need though so it's always rather full of other supplies." He chuckles lightly an takes bite of toast, offering a slice to Em. "I'm alright, thank you." "No I insist Em. You are far too thin and it's been a long night." "Well okay, thank you kindly." They chat, about their respective jobs, friends hobbies, eventually getting to the topic of the klub. "Oh that sounds simply marvelous. And you all dance and sing you say?" Aziraphale's smile lights the room and Emcee finds themself entranced in his eyes. "Yes. Please, come by sometime. I would love for you to meet my friends." They look excited, being allowed to speak freely on the things they love. "I just may. It sounds like a treat." Em beams, asking for pen and paper and writing down where to find the klub. "I must get going." They stand and begin to remove the sweater the falls over their body like a waterfall. "Show must go, you know?" "Please Em, keep the sweater. It's still so cold out there and I'd hate for you to get sick." He stands, putting his hands on the trim of the sweater and pulling it back down. "I could never. I'd hate to be a bother." They blush as Aziraphale's hands clasp around their own, enveloping them. "It's really no trouble. It's suits you so well and I'd hate to see it go to waste in my wardrobe." Another smile and Em's resolve melts with them. "Alright. But I really must be going." "Of course!" Aziraphale ushers them to door. Hurriedly, they shuffle out the door, nearly bumping into a tall red haired man walking in. "Who was that angel?" ~ Crowley walks with Aziraphale down the streets of Berlin. "Angel must we walk? It's so cold out here, my ears will freeze off at this rate." Crowley grumbles, dragging xier feet as they go. "Well there's no way I'm getting in your death machine Crowley, not with the way you drive. And if you want to come with me you'll walk." He huffs, taking purposeful steps forward. As much as he enjoys the beautiful snowfall, he was cold. "Fine. At least tell me where we're going!" "We're going to a nice little club. From what I understand, it's full of dancing and singing. Apparently it's also a site for many queer people." Aziraphale was always upset when churches would scorn queer people. The almighty doesn't care about who you love. Had they not read the bible? Either way, it was nice to see a safe space for them. "Oh?" Crowley had scoured nearly every bar and club in Berlin in his adventures there and there were none matching Aziraphale's description. There were no quaint little establishments where the gays sang show tunes and danced. "And how did you hear about this place angel?" "Do you remember that human you brought to me a few days ago? The one you found in an alleyway?" "I believe so." "They work there. Gave me an address." They looked down to the paper in their hand. "It's called the 'Kit Kat Klub'." Crowley perked up and smirked. This would be good. ~ They stopped in front of a run down building, the display reading "KIT KAT KLUB". Loud music played from within and it looked dirty. Aziraphale does his best not to show his distaste for the appearance and walks inside. (2/???