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[a_fell]

I.They arrive in Iceland in near-darkness concealing a dense, freezing fog that gives way to low clouds once outside of Reykjavik. It's a long drive to the tiny village of Laugarvatn, 70 miles in the blackness, and when they finally reach the place they're spending the night (to call it a hotel would imply there are more than six rooms), they're

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[aj_crawley]

"Maybe," Crowley says. It comes out tauter than he'd like, and so he clears his throat and says it again, a little more gently.

The clouds might be lightening up.

For only having had four hours of true daylight, it's been a very long day. At least now, with the black pooling out in front of them, and the ground flowing past under their little island of light, he has something to keep his eyes on - a reason not to cast quick, sharp glances up at the sky every ten minutes.

The clouds might be -

He loosens his grip on the steering wheel, a little. It's neither leather, nor wood, and feels a little unpleasant underneath his fingers.

[a_fell]

For a few minutes, the only sounds are those of the heat blasting out of the vents and of the humming engine. It's punctuated by the squeaking of seats every time they hit a bump, which is fairly constantly so that it, too, fades into the general roar.

"How far can you see, beyond the headlamps?" he asks. He hopes it's farther than he can. For all he can tell, they might be about to drive at full tilt off of a cliff.

On the up side, that's almost certainly a star.

[aj_crawley]

That pulls a slight grin out of him, quick and quiet.

"Far enough," he says.

(I have been one acquainted with the night)

It sounds like he's just answering Aziraphael's question, but after a few seconds more, he brings the jeep smoothly to a stop. It's an automatic, no gear shift, but Crowley's been driving the same car for the better part of a century; instinctively, he reaches down to put it into park, and jumps a little when he finds Aziraphael's hand instead.

They're miles away from anywhere (far beyond the furthest city light).

(Here, there is no light.)

Far enough.

[a_fell]

Accidental or not, he takes Crowley's hand since it's fallen so neatly into his own. The jeep shifts smoothly into park anyway, but the engine still hums, the heat still roars out at them, and the headlamps still peer into a pitifully small area in front.

The angel gives Crowley's hand a small squeeze.

"Perhaps we could see more clearly if we, er. Turned those off?" He nods at the lights in front.