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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He squeezes back, unaccountably nervous.*

Really?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Very much so. I'm not without my doubts, I won't lie to you, but...

*she flushes slightly*

This is going to sound terribly silly, and Crowley would no doubt laugh. I think it's one of the side products of being an angel but I do know. Love, I mean. I know it when I see it.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His cheeks are perhaps a little pink, too, and he laughs ruefully.*

Damn.

And here I was, thinking that all my subtlety was paying off. You probably knew for some time.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she giggles*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He narrows his eyes*

Yours is an evil laugh.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she blinks wide blue eyes at him innocently*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins with genuine affection*

You play a girl awfully well, Aziraphael.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well it's not...

*she shrugs*

I'm an angel. I'm not male or female, I'm just me. The form we're assigned makes no difference whatsoever to who we are; I just happened to decide, a long time ago, that I'd be able to get far more done if I were male. And it's become rather comfortable, over the years.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard leans forward, interested.*

When was the last time, before Halloween, that you took female form?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Oh heavens.

*she looks abashed*

Ah yes. I remember. Er.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He cocks his head to one side*

That bad?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I... no.

*she smiles faintly, a touch of sadness to it*

I was in a man's room.

*she laughs softly*

Well, he believed he was a man, at least, though he didn't know nearly so much as he thought he did. And after...

*she looks away, flushed*

It would cause far less trouble for him were a woman seen leaving his rooms. He was asleep. I don't think he ever understood the rumours about him.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

That's... cryptic. A while ago, I take it?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she laughs*

Yes, a while ago. Spring of 1872, I believe.