Log, Ongoing

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

When; March 12th, around...late afternoonish? or Later?
Rating; Eh...nothing too horrible, I shan't think. Probably some swearwords at the worst.
Characters; Cirucci thunderwitch, Crowley saunturing_down, and Aziraphale wingedly
Summary; After she and Crowley have an interesting discussion, Cirucci still needs her side healed. However, there's no way Crowley's letting her go near Az without being there himself.
Log;

Crowley's hands were stuck in the pockets of his black slacks as he walked towards Building 5 of the apartment complexes. He was rather wary about bringing Cirucci along with him, but she needed to be healed and Az had offered, and Crowley had the distinct feeling Az would be trying to heal her with or without the demon's consent. So, it was better if he was there, just in case. Needless to say, he had no reason to trust Cirucci at all.

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[thunderwitch.livejournal.com]

Cirucci's hand still rested on her side, though it was some effort not to limp. A wound was normally no problem, Arrancar got them all the time, but this one was giving her some trouble, refusing to close, festering, perhaps, from being repeatedly invaded by fingers who sought to inflict some measure of pain amidst pleasure.

Her lips, however, were twisted into a small smirk. This would be interesting, she knew. From the way Crowley acted, he could be fiercely protective of some, and this Aziraphale seemed one he was... how to say, particuraly close to. Which meant she had to have a dabble see, naturally, if only to put the demon on edge as he constantly did to her.

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Crowley obvserved every twitch that Cirucci made, watched as she tried not to limp; to show weakness. She was a rather intersting specimin, and one of the more challenging ones he had worked with. He pulled open the door to Building 5, pulling it open and stepping out of the way for her to enter.

"Ladiessssss first~"

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One brow arched, making no move to enter. For one thing, she didn't like going in first. That always made her think there was something unpleasant inside and someone wanted to throw her in ahead of them for their own safety. A slight paranoia, at times. She frowned, though it always seemed to be more of a pout on her full lips.

"Preachers first."

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

Not one to complain very often, Aziraphale had been forced to endure a particularly awful day where he couldn’t seem to control the inexplicable urge to anoint everything in sight, while there was a nagging concern in the back of his mind about what he had done precisely between the early hours of four and six. Waking up on the smooth wooden flooring of an incense shop covered with his own white feathers, completely surrounded by carefully dried flowers and herbs could very well startle anyone if they did not know how they had ended up in such a position, namely what had happened to him that morning.

To try and thwart these cursed urges being thrust upon him thanks to the elaborately violent tattoo burned onto his forearm, now covered self consciously with a thin ashen sweater, the angel appeared even more pale than he had beforehand, shuffling about the kitchen listlessly as he attempted to keep his mind off of those previous day’s events—whereas he only succeeded in forgetting to become aware of his actions of the present, when he seems to be washing dishes with holy water, of all things. At the sound of the front door opening however, Aziraphale made a little strangled noise when he glanced downward with a distressed expression of severe guilt at the mistake he had made, gently withdrawing his sparklingly clean arms out from the sink and drying them with a reluctant smile toward those who had entered the apartment. "Hello, there. What can I do for you, hm?"

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Scathing gaze turning from Crowley, Cirucci smiled, as much of a smile as the Arrancar was capable of producing, which, really, was more of a softened smirk. She toned down her voice, a second ago sarcastic and bitter, to a gentler tone, though she never could fully shed the bite, the tone of something liable to snap and become quickly dangerous.

"Darling." She shot a glance at the demon beside her and entered as he held the door, finally letting her hand touch her side gingerly to cover the drying blood. "You must be Aziraphale~" As sweet as she was able, for this occasion. "It's so nice to meet you in person~"

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Crowley followed the Arrancar into the apartment, tugging off his sunglasses and tucking them into his jacket pocket. "Hey, Az." He stepped past Cirucci, leaning down to breifly kiss the angel on the cheek before he stepped back a bit so as not to cause too much of an allergic reaction. "Cirucci's the one who you offered to heal?"

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

"Oh my—" Taken aback by the rather tangible scent of blood washing over his senses sent on hyperdrive thanks to the elaborate rune burned to his forearm, the angel breathed out brokenly for a moment to gather his bearings, offering a fond though considerably weaker smile to the demon as he received the unexpected kiss. "Indeed, my dear." Aziraphale nodded just a tad meekly at Crowley's simple question, placing the now anointed dishrag onto the counter gingerly before heading into the living room of the apartment, blue eyes warm.

"And it is a pleasure to meet you as well, dear Cirucci—shall we?" Gesturing toward the couch just a meter or two away from him, the angel tilted his head to the side and gingerly pushed his somewhat unnecessary glasses upward upon his nose, a faint blush crossing the skin there.

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She'd managed to hide the grimace that had crossed her face at the sight of two males kissing. As sexual as she was, (and she was quite), she never did like the idea of two males, for reasons unknown to the majority of the Arrancar that knew her, (though several may have sworn it was because there was no female involved, and therefore no possibility of her involved.) Needless to say, she thought the Preacher should never chastise about her sexual life ever.

"Mm, alright~" The Arrancar walked over to the couch with a slight limp, and where normally she would have flopped down onto the furniture, she lowered herself slowly, wincing as she did, one hand pressing harder against the slowly oozing wound, festering and infected.

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

The demon faught off a smirk, winning a battle with it but allowing it to quirk the corner of his mouth just the slightest as the Arrancar hid a reaction to the rather chaste kiss he had placed on the angel's cheek. Almost made him wonder what would happen if he made out with Az in front of her. But of course, that would make Aziraphale furious with him, which Crowley didn't need right now, but he filed it away for an idea later.

However, despite the amusement that the kiss brought, he also had to hide a flicker of worry as Aziraphale seemed to react to the scent of blood in the air. Fucking Gabriel. The sooner they got this over with, the better. He watched Cirucci lower herself onto the couch, eyeing the wound she had recieved. It seemed that Arrancar played a rather rough game.