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neutral_omensDate: Dec. 30, 1999
Setting: Crowley's Room
Status: Private - Raphael and Crowley (Complete)
Summary: Raphael wants to know what happened.
Raphael awoke nearly a full day later, no longer tired but still making an effort. He blushed, crawled out of the sheets and resumed his standard sexless form with a sigh. It feel dull and almost too tight, but it was better than repeating his shameful performance of the last few days. The angel couldn't completely recall what had happened - at least not at the moment - but he did remember who'd gotten him into the pajamas and most of what had come afterward. He sighed again and went to take a long hot shower, hoping it would wash off the feeling of uncleanliness he had.
As the water pounded on him, his thoughts drifting to Falling and what it would take to go that far. He couldn't see, however, how anything that he was doing was wrong. After toweling himself dry, he stepped into his room, brushed his hair and put on a clean robe, tossing the pajamas aside. It had been ages since he'd gone to the hospital wing, or so it seemed to him, and it would probably be best to go there and make sure things were in order. Not that many people got sick - but it seemed to be his duty.
When he reached the wing, however, he found a rather unpleasant surprise waiting for him.
Somebody had performed a major operation without his permission!
Incesnsed, he stormed off to the room of the one known trouble-maker in the mansion whose lingering aura he'd sensed. Frankie followed close at his heels until they came to the appropriate door. Raphael banged on with all the fury of a righteous archangel about to do some serious smiting.
"CRAWLY!" He screamed at the wood. "OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE AND I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN MY INFIRMARY!"
His fist slammed against in a few more times, waiting for the demon to open it up.
Setting: Crowley's Room
Status: Private - Raphael and Crowley (Complete)
Summary: Raphael wants to know what happened.
Raphael awoke nearly a full day later, no longer tired but still making an effort. He blushed, crawled out of the sheets and resumed his standard sexless form with a sigh. It feel dull and almost too tight, but it was better than repeating his shameful performance of the last few days. The angel couldn't completely recall what had happened - at least not at the moment - but he did remember who'd gotten him into the pajamas and most of what had come afterward. He sighed again and went to take a long hot shower, hoping it would wash off the feeling of uncleanliness he had.
As the water pounded on him, his thoughts drifting to Falling and what it would take to go that far. He couldn't see, however, how anything that he was doing was wrong. After toweling himself dry, he stepped into his room, brushed his hair and put on a clean robe, tossing the pajamas aside. It had been ages since he'd gone to the hospital wing, or so it seemed to him, and it would probably be best to go there and make sure things were in order. Not that many people got sick - but it seemed to be his duty.
When he reached the wing, however, he found a rather unpleasant surprise waiting for him.
Somebody had performed a major operation without his permission!
Incesnsed, he stormed off to the room of the one known trouble-maker in the mansion whose lingering aura he'd sensed. Frankie followed close at his heels until they came to the appropriate door. Raphael banged on with all the fury of a righteous archangel about to do some serious smiting.
"CRAWLY!" He screamed at the wood. "OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE AND I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN MY INFIRMARY!"
His fist slammed against in a few more times, waiting for the demon to open it up.
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Date: 2006-01-14 11:58 pm (UTC)He sighed then looked at Crowley curiously.
"If I have not Fallen, how could I know? And if you don't ally yourself with him, then whom? Yourself? And if that's so - that you aren't truly loyal - isn't that defiance? Of a sort."
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Date: 2006-01-15 06:00 am (UTC)Crowley was sick of this conversation and just wanted Raphael to leave. The angel was beginning to sound like a broken record, but Crowley liked to have the last word in an argument.
"I never did say there is only angel and demon. I know now for certain that there is at least one other category, but the path there is a terrible one. What I said is that if you don't behave like an angel is supposed to, then you become a demon. You don't get to choose a point to stop along the way. It's not like He's going to offer you neutrality and free will just because you were bright enough to question things."
His headache was worsening and Crowley leaned his head against the bed.
"And I didn't judge your surgical ability. Only a demon could have done what I did, regardless of skill."
Deciding to ignore Raphael's last questions, Crowley tried again to end the conversation. It wasn't safe to discuss such things with anyone but particularly an archangel.
"I think I've answered enough of your questions. I'd like you to leave now."
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Date: 2006-01-15 06:15 am (UTC)He was still annoyed about the intrusion on his hospital and too bothered to question about the 'other category' Crowley had mentioned. More than ever Falling pressed on his mind.
The operation that had gone on without him, coupled with the further conversation, made things even worse. He was not useful, he was not wanted and staying was making him contemplate terrible courses of action. There was no reason to stay...
Except orders, he reminded himself. And you know what happens when you violate those.
As for what was considered 'staying,' however...
"Come on, Frankie," he sighed, going to his room and making sure things were closed up and in order. "Lets see if we can't get away for a bit and help the people who need it. And then maybe we'll go home for a bit and see your family, OK?"
He considered putting a lock on the door to the hospital wing but then decided not to. What was the use? Adam could probably break it anyway.
Yet again, as he seemed to do with increasing frequency, Raphael fled the manor.
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Date: 2006-01-15 08:07 am (UTC)He'll be ours within the year, thought Crowley ironically and with no sense of satisfaction, and I'll be able to take credit for the Fall of an archangel. That's never been done before. It'll be a dukedom for me, at least. I'll get respect, status, and power, too...
It was a nice fantasy for a moment, but somehow he couldn't convince himself that he really wanted that. He'd have felt better if he just thought his arguments had held any sway over Raphael at all.
You're getting soft, Crowley.
And perhaps he was, because what he did next was stand up, walk through the bathroom connecting his room to Aziraphale's, and sweep the angel up in his arms. He didn't say anything, nor did he allow Aziraphale to say anything. He just simply held him tightly until the pain went away.