((OOC, Re-threading from here for column width. No, really ><))
"Well, if you're offering something stronger, I wouldn't say no," Aziraphale said, smiling more genuinely.
At the list of recommendations, however, it was his turn to blink. "Oh. I'm sorry, that must have sounded terribly...thank you, it's very kind of you, but it isn't an abuse situation. The fight was more cathartic than anything. It's just," he floundered for a moment, "too much to process all at once, do you see? I'm used to thinking in terms of decades, not days. And having a mortal involved makes it so much more complicated," he sighed.
"And no, to backpedal slightly, I'm afraid She doesn't have a couch. I rarely come away from talks with Her feeling anything but more confused," he added ruefully. "Which is the nature of Ineffability, of course. Stop me anytime, please, if my rambling becomes tedious." He was talking far too much, but it was such a relief to tell all this to someone who wasn't involved.
Blair put down the tea pot and picked up a bottle from a side table. "Sherry or..." He suddenly got a rather excited look on his face. "Beer? There's this mexican brew that I've finangled to have delivered here. And they do this thing with hops, sugar cane and habanero peppers..." He made a little sound of estascy.
"I can't think of anything better to sip on while hearing about Hashem as therapist of the heavens." Blair flashed a sudden wicked grin. "Or an angel's love life."
Flushing a bright crimson, Azirphale pushed his spectacles up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That transparent, am I?" he muttered, thoroughly chagrined.
Well, yes, of course you are, he answered himself inwardly, hasn't Crowley told you often enough you're as easily read as one of your own books?
Sherry actually sounded lovely; but sherry was for sipping, and given that fact and his host's enthusiasm for his unusual acquisition, it seemed a shame not to at least try it--even if the notion of using peppers to make beer did sound positively barbaric. "That would be fine, thank you," he said resolutely. Crowley was always going on at him about never trying anything new. Well, this would certainly put paid to that notion.
"Loathe as I am to disappoint, however," he added, "I can't regale you with the lurid details, as there aren't any to speak of. And asking Her for advice is a bit like playing a game with blank cards against an opponent who won't tell you the rules. And who smiles all the time," he sighed. "You would
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"Lurid details?" Blair laughed as he moved to a cupbard that had been cold spelled and pulled out two brown bottles. "Love's more than sex. And I hadn't actually thought about getting an angel to talk dirty to me."
He arched a brow, amused. "Spending time with Crowley's made you interesting."
Blair handed over a bottle of the brew that was actually sweet and malty with a little kick of peppery bite. He quite enjoyed it; it was against the morm and happened to suit his taste buds all at the same time.
"Though the way I grew up, hearing about Judaism and Hashem, I never thought it'd be difficult to get into an argument." He sat back in his chair and screwed off the bottle cap, taking a sip.
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"Well, if you're offering something stronger, I wouldn't say no," Aziraphale said, smiling more genuinely.
At the list of recommendations, however, it was his turn to blink. "Oh. I'm sorry, that must have sounded terribly...thank you, it's very kind of you, but it isn't an abuse situation. The fight was more cathartic than anything. It's just," he floundered for a moment, "too much to process all at once, do you see? I'm used to thinking in terms of decades, not days. And having a mortal involved makes it so much more complicated," he sighed.
"And no, to backpedal slightly, I'm afraid She doesn't have a couch. I rarely come away from talks with Her feeling anything but more confused," he added ruefully. "Which is the nature of Ineffability, of course. Stop me anytime, please, if my rambling becomes tedious." He was talking far too much, but it was such a relief to tell all this to someone who wasn't involved.
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"I can't think of anything better to sip on while hearing about Hashem as therapist of the heavens." Blair flashed a sudden wicked grin. "Or an angel's love life."
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Well, yes, of course you are, he answered himself inwardly, hasn't Crowley told you often enough you're as easily read as one of your own books?
Sherry actually sounded lovely; but sherry was for sipping, and given that fact and his host's enthusiasm for his unusual acquisition, it seemed a shame not to at least try it--even if the notion of using peppers to make beer did sound positively barbaric. "That would be fine, thank you," he said resolutely. Crowley was always going on at him about never trying anything new. Well, this would certainly put paid to that notion.
"Loathe as I am to disappoint, however," he added, "I can't regale you with the lurid details, as there aren't any to speak of. And asking Her for advice is a bit like playing a game with blank cards against an opponent who won't tell you the rules. And who smiles all the time," he sighed. "You would ( ... )
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He arched a brow, amused. "Spending time with Crowley's made you interesting."
Blair handed over a bottle of the brew that was actually sweet and malty with a little kick of peppery bite. He quite enjoyed it; it was against the morm and happened to suit his taste buds all at the same time.
"Though the way I grew up, hearing about Judaism and Hashem, I never thought it'd be difficult to get into an argument." He sat back in his chair and screwed off the bottle cap, taking a sip.
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